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12 THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, MAY 23, 1907. BE PROUD OF YOUR WORK By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. (Copyright, 1907, by Amerlcan-Journal-Examlner.) E VERT toller on earth should feel himself nr herself an important part of the world's machinery. If you are'll laundress or an errand boy, a cash girl or a scullion maid, a clerk, a seamstress, a cook or a man of all work, respect your toil and your, self. The world needs you and your work, and you need tho work and the world’s respect and patronage. Once you flit your mind with this thought everything will seem easier and less disagreeable. Make up your mind to be prompt, to be thorough, to be honest, to remem ber and to bn agreeable, and as sure as you live five years you will find yourself climbing up the ladder of progress and success. If you arc a seamtress on small nay you probably feel discouraged as you see the success of some fashionable dressmaker. You wonder why she has so much—you so little. Don’t Slight Your Task. ■Rut If you nllow yourself to slight your work—to dawdle over your work —to work “pig eye" buttonholes and mnkc uneven seams—to come late and go early—you will never advance in your trade. If you are one of the best, most skillful and most agreeable seam stresses to be found you will advance and rise and succeed. The advance may be slow, but alt growth Is slow. If you deliver parcels and are prompt, ready and bright—before long you will And better paying work. If you are an outdoor boy and take care of the tools you use and do not have to be told the same duties over and over—you will make your way in life. Every young man who Is starting out In a self-supporting career Is hop ing to become a successful man—to be advanced—and have his wages or his salary Increased as the first step on- ward. When he hears of the progress some other boy is making he wonders why good luck does not fall to his lot and meditates gloomily upon the partiality of fortune. To Win Promotion. It might be wise for all such boys to think a bit on what qualities are most likely to Insure promotion or to delay it. The lad who Is sent out with letters to post and requested to buy postals und stamps and stamped newspaper wrappers and to get the afternoon pa per at the corner stand aa he returns und comes back without the postals the paper Is not hastening the day of his promotion. Of course, he Is "sorry he forgot” and i Is quite willing to go back and rectify his error. But he does not real ize that In going back he is using his employer’s time, not his own, and trying his patience. He has been engaged to run er rands—he Is only a boy, of course, and boys are not expected to have the brains of men. Yet the boy Is the man In miniature— That Is the way his employer reasons —and when ho finds an office boy con tinually forgetting one or two of several errands ho may excuse tho negligence, but he does not advance tho wage or promote to a higher position speedily. Another lad with no better outlook gets pushed up and on merely because ho remembered the things he was asked to do. He that Is faithful in little things shall be made ruler of many things. The young man In a more Important position may judge of bis future pros pects by the same rule. Don’t Trust to Luck. Older men ore watching his methods, and if they are slipshod and erratic and spasmodic he need not count on his smartness, his luck or his “nerve" to carry him forward with any great ve locity—or upward with any security. When he finds duller and less gifted companions advanced over him he need not blame destiny, but look to his own short-sightedness as the cause. The stenographer who uses a worn- out ribbon on her machine and mis spells and mlspunctuates wonders why she does not get on as well as other girls who started even with her. and she thinks the world very unjust and decides the lot of a poor girl’Is a sad one. It does not occur to her that poor work can be at the bottom of her fail ure. That some worthy workers are not appreciated properly and that somo careless employees and unskilled work men and women do get on by hook or 'crook in the world we know; but that tho bulk of earth's failures result from carelessness, incompetency and forget fulness of tho tasks given them to do I believe a careful Investigation would prove. Be Worthy of Success. One thing Is certain—the boy or girl who neglects a task or continually “for. gets" Is taking nine chances out of ten of snding as an Ignominious failure; and the one who makes a point of re membering and being faithful In small matters is at least building character for Ills own enjoyment and satisfac tion. and there Is every good reason to believe that the structure so built will be recognized by the world and by Dame Fortune eventually. To be worth while is half the happi ness of existence. I may not reach the height I seek, My untried strength may fall me. And half way up the mountain peak Rude tempests may assail me, But though that height I never gain. Herein lies comfort for my pain, I will be worthy of it. I would rather be worthy of a thing I did not possess than to possess a thing I was not worthy of. But I do not be lieve It Is possible to fall of achieve ment that which we make ourselves worthy of doing unless death Interferes and transplants us to a higher plane of action. As the twig is Inclined so the tree Is bent.” (Copyright, 1907. by Amerlcan-Journal- Examlner.) t ivrr THEN my Ma'y Jane was a llt- \\J tie gal I sent her to Sunday VV school an' de fus day when she come home I ax her ef she learnt anything. " 'Oh, yassum.’ she 'spons, for Ma’y Jane Is a mighty peart chile, ef I does say hit myself. 'Yassum, I learnt all about de Creation. Dero was a man named Adam, and he wus de fus man, and (lord mado him an' put him in a beautiful,garden where dero wos flow ers, an' animals, an' things, but Adam, ho got mighty lonesome becaze dere wam't -nobody to talk to him. " 'So by an' by Gord give him some chloroform an' put him to sleep, an’ den He took out his brains an' made him a wife outen ’em.’ “Dats de way Ma’y Jane told de story. Now, me, I don't bellove dat ac count of de creation of woman. I’se a dyed In do wool, shoutin', Orthedox Methodist, In good an’ reg'lar standln’ In de chuch, an' I believes dat what de Bible say. 'bout woman bein’ made out of de rib of man is true. Mo' dan dat, when I looks about me an' sees how shiftless, an’ waverin’, an' ondo- clded de most of my sect Is, I not only believes dat woman was made out of de rlli of man. but dat she was made out of a floatin' rib at dat. "Dat got us off on de wrong foot, an’ we ain’t never cotch up wld hit ylt. Cose, lightly speokln'. dem whut wasn't given no backbone ought not to be blamed for not bein' able to stand up, but, all de same, mos’ of de troubles in de world has come from women havin' a piece of pink tape for a spine lnstld of some good bone and gristle. "Cose I belongs to de prar mcetin’, an’ de temperance union, an' de 'sclety for de squelrhln' of Vice, an' do promo tion of de ballot mongst females, cane I wants to stand up an' be. counted mongst de elect. But I'm tellin’ you right now dat I gits mighty tired of prayin’ for dem hlessln's dat we wom en folks could take wld one strong kick —all together—ef our feet wam't tied to ribbons lnstld of bein’ hitched to a good, serviceable backbone. "Yassum, look at de way dat men treats us, an' we treats men. When a man wants to marry he h'/nts up de best gal In de community, an’ den be puts on his specs an' looks Into her character, an' goes snoopin' around to see ef she’s got any past. A woman sets still, an’ takes whut comes her way an' she shets her eyes an’ puts cotton In her ears for fear she mought hear 'bout some of Ills carryln's on wld odder women dat would break off de match. A man says: ‘A angel ain't scarcely good enough for mo to tie up wld.’ A woman says: 'Bless Gord fop small fa vors. Anybody In breeches 'll do for me.' “An’ ylt ef women had enough back bone to stand up for deyselts in mar riage, dey could git as good as dey gives, for dere's one thing shore—a man can’t git married wldout de as sistance of a lady. "Den how do we do when our hus bands come home drunk In de middle of de night? We gits up an' lets ’em In, an' takes out our feelln's In talk, but we dasnt trust any man to treat us dat way, for we know dat we would be met wld *h summons to de divorce court. Yassum, all de fatted calf dat ever I saw killed was slain for de prodigal son. Ef de prodigal daughter got so much oa a veal cutlet bit has got post ate. "An' at tor dese booh women dot’s so i lackin' In backbone dat dey comes an' loops over my kitchen stove lak n rain bow whilst dey drops tears down upon hit, an' tells how delr husbands won't give ’em a quarter except ev’ry other b'unday night, I ain't got no patience wld ’em. " 'Huh,' says I, 'ain't you got de skil let an' de fryln' pan. an’ de broom right In yore hnnd? Why don't you go out on a strike ontel you starves yo hus band Into signing a fair wage scale, wld a eighteen hour day? De woman dat makes a man comfortable is got de upper hand of him, an' ef she don’t take what's cornin’ to her hit's her own fault. Dem whut makes door mats of deyself Is got to expect to B* stepped on. Yob don't see nobody tromplinlon do planner.' “Den dere’s this heah thing about votin'. My goodness, hit suttinly does raise my dander to lissen to all de women dat sets around whinin’ 'bout not havin' de ballot, an' de right to say what taxes, an’ how many of ’em, dey is got to pay, when all dey needs is jest to gtt dey backs up an' hold one night session wld dey husbands, an' brud- ders. an’ men folks glnerally, to git hit. Cose men Is gwlne to argify ag’lnat hit, but, my land, when hit comes to a talkin' match, I never seed no man ylt dat could hold his own wld a' woman. He lacks swiftness an’ stayin’ powers. "Brer Jenkins, he say dat dere ain’t no call for women to vote, case women Is represented by delr husbands, an’ brudders, an' dat de ole bachelors cos's a ballot for de ole maid. " 'Huh.' spons I, ‘a man don't know what a woman wants. He ain't got no Idee how she feels, nor how she looks at things, and he could represent her In a millinery shop des as well as he could at de polls.’ An’ den I axes him Is ho ever tried to surprise his wife by picking out a bunnit for her as a pres ent, an' ho shuddered an’ turned kinder ashy lookin’ as he sponded: 'Once!' " ‘But, Sis Mlrandy,' soys he, ‘I hates to think of yo' gentle sect mlxln' up wld de rabble at de polls.* "‘llrer Jenkins,' spons I, ‘I mixes up wld ’em at de pos' office, an' de theay- ter, an' on de street all de balance of de time, an' I gits home safe an’ sound, an' I don’t sec why men should be tnoken wld de hydrophoby on 'lection dny mo' dan on odder days, an’ so I say I’ll take my chnnees on hit.' " ‘But think how dirty politics Is,' he goes on. ■' 'I ain't never seed men make no dirt dat women didn’t have to clean up after ’em,' spons I, 'an' mebbe after women is run politics thro’ de hand laundry dey'tl be cleaner.’ " ‘But who'll look after de chlllen when delr mas Is away votin'?' axes he. " 'De same women whut looks after 'em now when dere mas Is a scramblin’ at de marked down sales for 49t shirt waists or Is off playin’ cyards for a imitation Japanese flower pot,’ says L " ‘Hit seems a shame,’ says Brer Jen. kins, fctchln’ a sigh, *to think of bur denin’ woman's tender shoulder wld de responsibility of de ballot Don't ‘'t- get. Sis Mlrandy, dat .women Is de weaker vessel.' “ ‘Brer Jenkins,’ spons l 'when I Is doin' a day’s washln' an’ Ike comes along an’ sees me totin' a bucket of water, he stops an' says, "My goodness, Mlrandy, but you sborely Is a fine, strong, stroppin' woman.” Den ef he comes along agin an' sees me sbovellln' de snow ofTen de pavement In front of de house ho passes me de compliirsnt an' says dat I suttinly kin make do dirt fly, but he don't offer to do de work for me, but after I done took my wash home, an' la cornin' along wld my money puss In my. hand, an’ meets up wld Ike, de ve'y fust words dat he says Is: ” ‘Mlrandy, dat hand bag Is too heavy for you. Let me rest you.’ An’ dot’s de way men Is 'bout womqn votin'. 'Bout de only women's wuk dat men Is willin' to take offen our hands Is votin’ for us, an’ managin’ our property. Naw, sir, says I, ef I Is got de strength to raize a fambly, an' do de cookin’ an’ de patchin*, an' help out wld de rent money by doin’ a little washln’ on de side, I prognosticates dat my strength will hold out long enough to drap a lit. tie measly piece of paper In de ballot box.' w But think of woman's sacred In fluence, Bis Mlrandy,' says Brer Jen kins, with tears In his eyes. “ 'Brer Jenkins,’ spons I, ‘I done took notice dat my Influence wld my hus band Is sort of got a double distilled strength when I can back hit up wld somethin' else. For de fus fo’ years me an' Ike was married I wuked my sacred female Influence for all hit was wuth to keep him at home of a night an' outen de crap game, but dere seem ed to be a kinder hitch In hit ontell I took to waitin’ up for him wld a fiat Iron an’ a rollin' pin, an’ wld dem to help out de influence hit has made a fambly man of Ike dat any woman mought be proud to have turned out.' “Den I say, ‘Ain't you never gwlne to vote to give women de- ballot. Brer Jen kins?' an' he spons: ‘■‘Hit'll sorter depend on whut Ma- rlar says,' which Mnrlar Is his wife. An' dat's de way wld 'em all. If half de women dat wants de ballot, lnstld of wlshln' for hit, would git up on’ fight for hit, we’d git It befo’ sunset, for de men would dost not come home wldout hit Men ain’t afeared of women os a sect, but all de men I know say ‘Please, ma’am.' when dey thinks about delr own wives an’ daughters. “But 1 ain't got much hope of womon stiffenin' up much. Dey don't admire backbones much. Dey thinks dey In terferes wfd de looks of a straight front figger, an' dat a man had ruther put his arm around somethin’ mushy dan somethin’ dat feels sorter lak a ramrod. I misdoubts dat ef artificial verterbroe were for sale at a department store dat dey could run a bargain sale of ’em. Maybe, dough, thlngs'U brace up In time, an' dat women will grow ’em. Den we’ll have some band in makln' de laws dat govern us, for all dat we need to git de ballot Is enough back bone to retch out on' grab what belongs to us by right” THE REAL GRIP. Put had been very ill all winter. An old friend meeting him on the street one day asked what had beeh tho mat ter with him. “I've had the grip,” answered Pat In a weak voice. "The grip? Begorry, and phwat's that?" asked his friend. "It’s a disease that makes you sick six months after you've got well,” ex plained Pat. PLANTING SONG. Dig, dig, shovel and hoe, . Carefully over tho ground we go Pulling out weeds and throwing out stones; This Is no place for a "lasy-bones.” Dig, deep In the warm brown soil Cheeks red-rosy with pleasure of toll: Plants from the greenhouse, seed lets galore; Our garden (a richer than ever before. Richer In flowers, richer In care. Richer In sunshine, richer In air; Richer In fragrance. In color, in health, Children and flowers, a garden ' of wealth! $11.25 RICHMOND, VA M Return ’$11.25 via Southern Railway Tickets on sole May 2G to 30th; limited June 11. Extension of final limit can be had until July 6, 1907. TWO TRAINS DAILY. Lv. Atlanta 12:15 noon 12:1S midnight Ar. Richmond 6:55 a. m. 8:40 p. m. Through Pullman Sleeping Cars Atlanta to Richmond. T ’• 1. Phones 142 and 2199. Ticket Office, - - - - No. 1 Peachtree Street Ticket Office, .... New Terminal Station Phone 4900.