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November, 1918
THE ATLANTIAN
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Published Monthly hv The Atlantian Publishing
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Vol. X.
OCTOBER
113
Our Motto: “Pull for Atlanta, or Pull Out. 9 ’
Editorial Etchings
Hoke Smith and the Cotton Growers
Senator Smith has deserved well of the cotton grow
ers.
When they were about to be put under the harrow
by the War Industries Board commanded by Baruch, a
Wall street gambler, one of that class which has always
been hostile to the producers, Mr. Smith threw himself
into the breach. That he succeeded we know, but the
labor involved, the care in making up his case, the ability
necessary in the handling of the case is not sufficiently
understood.
And it is well to recall that during his entire public
career Senator Smith has been a steadfast friend of the
hard-pressed cotton producers.
This friendship shows not only loyalty to his own
people, but a statesmanship of which we have far too
little.
Senator Smith is one of the few men in Congress
who thoroughly understand the vital fact that cotton has
for fifty years been the most stabilizing factor of our
national finance.
This being true, and it is true, one would think that
ordinary common sense would dictate the most watchful
care of the cotton producers’ interest, as in so doing the
whole nation would be benefited.
Singularly enough, the cotton growers have been
neglected, opposed, vilified, and left to the tender mercies
of as rapacious a gang of human vultures as the world
has ever seen.
Mr. Smith’s attitude has never changed. It has been
one of constant and insistent effort in behalf of the most
valuable agricultural interest of the nation, when meas
ured in terms of national finance, through a long term
of years.
If the cotton growers fail of appreciation of Senator
Smith’s faithful service they will write themselves down
as people not deserving of good treatment.
The Wizard of Finances-Hon. Wm.
G. McAdoo
The great world tragedy of the past four years has
been an acid test of the world figures in the nations.
Great reputations have been lost, others have been quickly
made to be as quickly lost.
The changes in the governing figures over the world
have been kaleidoscopic and even the best informed men
are hard put to it to keep in seeing distance of the national
leaders over the world. Ministries, chancellors, secreta
ries of departments, generals, pass in swiftly moving pro
cession, many of them to obscurity. Some to new posts,
and a small number to greater eminence.
In our own country of that small number who have
steadily met every emergency and progressed constantly
towards a larger usefulness and an enduring fame Sec
retary Wm. G. McAdoo is perhaps the most stirring ex
ample.
His record has justified the confidence of his frends
and confounded the doubters.
No Treasury Secretary in our history has ever had
to face such great and complicated questions. As they
have come up each problem has been faced courageously,
firmly, patiently, resourcefully, and each has been solved
to the country’s advantage.
It easily followed that when the President found him
self facing governmental control of transportation that
he should turn to the man who never seemed to be at a
loss in any emergency and unload upon his shoulders the.
burden of the transportation interest of the country in
this time of abnormal stress. Mr. McAdoo is long but
not wide, and yet somehow his shoulders seem to have
amazing burden-bearing strength.
Packing the Treasury on one shoulder he took Trans
portation on the other and is going as good a job with
his latter addition load as he did with his first.
No man today questions Mr. McAdoo’s ability as a
financier or as an executive. His fame is made, and he
is fortunate in one thing indeed: it has been made by
solid work which has been of incalculable benefit to his
country.
Let us not be chary in giving the meed of praise to
one who has been conspicuously and patriotically useful.
We will join the nation in saying we are sorry to see
you leave.
IMAGINATION.
This is the song of Imagination:
Mine are the wings on which souls soar into the
unborn years.
Mine are the sails that speed the ships of fancy
across the seas of time.
I am the crucible that transmutes impossibilities into
achievement.
I am the loom that weaves the tapestries for history.