A pleasant anecdotal ramble is provided by a long-term member of the Atlanta Journal staff as he surveys the reportorial scene of his career. For a paper said to cover Dixie ""like the dew"", he found himself witnessing the first electrocution, interviewing celebrities and placing them before the station mike, working with such nice guys as O. B. Keeler. Mr. Rogers tells us all about them about court cases, among them the story of Leo Frank, reprieved by Governor Sleton's integrity above political loss, but later lynched; about Margaret Mitchell, the little lady with the big book, with background material a childhood heritage. The loving look at Atlanta, almost an aside, extends beyond Peachtree to a story of a city's heart as ""a guy named Joe"" condemmed to death by multiple sclerosis came to show and know it; and to the great industry, home grown, of the verage that swept the world, coca-cola. Engaging sentiment which can rely on a heavy regional market plus wider geographical sallies.