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THE ATLANTIAN
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SOUTHEASTERN DISTRICT AERIE
CONVENTION
Jacksonville, Fla., June 17,18 and
19, 1913
By H. A. FISCHER
The Southeastern District Aerie Con
vention which convenes in Jacksonville,
Fla., on June 17, 18 ami 10, comprised
of North Carolina, Georgia, Florida and
Alabama, will elect delegates to the Grand
Aerie Convention to lie held in Balti
more, August, 1913.
This convention in Jacksonville will
bring together prominent Eagles from
the Southeastern States, who will propose
legislation to lie presented to the Balti
more Convention for ratification.
In Jacksonville various prizes will he
offered: First, .$300 sterling silver cup,
for best competitive degree team; sec
ond, $200 cup, for best, marching club,
including band or drum corps; third,
$100 banner, for largest, representation
in parade; fourth, $50 banner, for the
best uniformed delegation in parade.
Also prizes for the handsomest, largest
and smallest Eagle in parade, and others
too numerous to mention. The dele
gates, drum corps, team and members
from Atlanta Aerie No. 711 will leave on
special train June Kith.
HE KNEW HER WEAKNESS
Ernest had acted so badly that an
unwontedly severe form of punishment
was decreed bv his mother. To render
the lesson more impressive he was sent
to find a switch with which to administer
the chastisement.
Ernest was absent some time, and re
turned pale, but determinedly cheerful.
“I couldn’t find a switch, mamma, but
here’s a stone you can throw at me,”
he said.—Chicago Record-Herald.
GOOD GROUNDS.
‘‘On what grounds do you claim the
title of champion thrifty man for Si
Ryelands?” challenged Bill Dorkins,
chairman of the Loafers’ Club.
‘ ‘ When he comes to town he brings an
apple for lunch, ’ ’ said the storekeeer.
‘‘and he always carries the core home to
use for fertilizer.”—Judge.
A REAL PHILANTHROPIST
‘‘Oh, thank you,” exclaimed an elder
ly woman to a laborer who surrendered
his sent in a crowded car; ‘‘thank you,
very much!”
‘‘That’s orl right, mum,” was the re
joinder.
As the woman sat down the chivalrous
laborer added:
‘ ‘ Wot I ses is, a man never ort to let
a woman stand. Some men never gets
up unless she’s pretty, but you see, mum,
it don't make no difference to me. ’ ’
TURNING THE TABLES.
The Prodigal had returned.
‘‘Father,” he replied, ‘‘are you going
to kill the fatted calf?”
‘‘No,” responded the Old .Man, look
ing the youth over carefully. ‘‘No, I’ll
let you live. But I ’ll put you to work
and train some of that fat off you. ’ ’
material waste, so it should also count as a part of the cost
of production the human waste it employs.
An Equitable Wage.
No compensation is fair which does not secure to each
worker at least enough to permit him or her decent stand
ards of life. The workers themselves have not always
been able to secure such compensation. Particularly has
this been true of women and children, in whom the State
should take an especial interest. To secure for these, less
accustomed to the competitive struggle, protection that
1 other workers have won for themselves through organiza
tion, we should carefully consider the establishment of
wage boards with authority to fix a living wage for con
ditions of work, below which stands no industry should
be allowed to continue its operations.
Child-Life Must Be Protected.
For the welfare of the State child-life must be pro
tected. Not only should the child be guaranteed the right
to be born equal, but it must be given the chance to live,
to grow, to learn, and to develop into useful and patriotic
citizenship.
No business has an inalienable right to child labor. No
industry has a right to rob the State of that which con
stitutes its greatest wealth. No commerce that depends
on child labor for its success has a right to exist.
Justice to the Workers.
Let us, then, be just to the workers. No man can pay too
high a tribute to labor. It is the creative force of the
world, the genius of accomnlishment of the brain and the
brawn of man, the spirit of all progress, and the milestone
marking the advance of nations. Civilization owes every
thing to labor—to the constructive toiler and the creative
worker. Labor owes very little to civilization. Mother
Earth is labor’s best friend. From her forests and her
fields, from her rocks and her rivers, the toiler has
wrought all and brought forth the wonders of the world.
We live in a progressive age; the world is moving for
ward to a higher level, and mankind, conscious of its
power, hopes for nobler things and demands better gov
ernment, untrammeled by nolitical expediency and un
hampered by partisan considerations.—Exchange.
Minimum Wage For Women
The Atlantian favors the establishment of a legal
minimum wage for women. What this wage shall be
and whether it shall be uniform throughout the country,
are matters of detail to be settled by investigation of
facts, circumstances and conditions; but evidence already
adduced furnishes an overwhelming demonstration that,
in many places, the present wage is cruelly low, and that
it can be altered only by the firm hand of the law.
The underlying principle, however, in the establish
ment of the wage in any locality, is to be found in the re
quirement voiced by the present Pope—“A sum sufficient
to enable the wage-earner to live in frugal comfort.”
Such living involves shelter, food and clothing, and also
opportunity for mental improvement and needful recre
ation, with a margin of saving for the future. That the
present wages paid in many localities do not meet this
requirement, has long been a matter of suspicion, if not
of knowledge. And the recent investigations in Chicago
by what is known as the O’Hara Committee of the Illinois
Senate, demonstrate that, in many instances, the compen
sation is so meagre as to invite, if it does not compel, re-
, sort to immoral courses as an alternative to suffering, if
I not starvation. It is a disgrace to our civilization and a
THE GARDEN OF LOST ROSES.
(By Herbert Kaufman.)
Oh, beware, sister mine, of the gardens* •
Where tlio white roses bleed them
selves red,
And the winds are a-inoan in the shad
ows
O ’er the ashes of red roses dead.
There the dawn is a message of anguish,
And the merciful angels behold
The scarred and the shriveling petals
Of roses adrift from the fold.
And their tears gently fall through the
stardust,
A sorrow-torn, pitiful dew,
On the lives that have lost all their fra
grance,
On the dreams that can never come
true.
Woman’s World.
LEISURELY.
(From the Louisville Courier-Journal.)
‘‘The hired man fell off the fence
down in the meadow lot just now!”
‘‘Had he hit the ground when you
left?”
R. C. SCHNEIDER,
Member Atlanta Aerie.
OCH AHONE!
There was a woman named Sadie Malone,
Who loved dearly her husband’s razors to
hone.
To pleaso him she failed,
And loudly he wailed,
‘‘I wish to the Lord you’d let ’em
alone! ’ ’
The teacher of the fourth grade, no
ticing a part of the blackboard covered
with small wads of paper, approached
the nearest boy and said sternly: ‘‘John
ny, did you throw those paper wads on
the board?”
‘‘No, ma’am,” was the timorous re
ply ; ‘ ‘ mine didn’t stick. ’ ’
AFTER KISSING.
(From the Yonkers Statesman.)
Fatience: ‘ ‘ Were you not out doors
very early this morning?”
Patrice: ‘‘Yes, I was,”
“Why?”
‘ ‘ Becauso I read yesterday that the
morning sun kissed everything.”