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J _ _ rwr 1 ~™ TO^*»»»('-'B^ R 7 fgM (SK\ |R 11 liOS^^*® sie!a ~^-^^H~THE VOLUML ONE. NO. FORTY-SIX. ' . , The series of articles comprising Dr. G. Zell Morgan's “Track Through the Bible” being his commentary upon the Old and New Testaments, is begun this week by an introduction in which is outlined the plan to be followed in the work. The work will consist of articles each week for two years and is to be published in America by The Golden Age alone. WHAT WE THINK OF WHAT WE SEE Our Uncle Joe Cannon has finally had the certain and indubitable seal of stability placed upon his fame by having a new kind of custard pie named after him by a Connecticut baker. Hard to tell which was the more popular in At lanta, Georgia, on Christmas Day—“ Our Bobby” Walthour or our Mr. S. Claus. A town that can afford two such attractions on one day deserves some credit. What better rule for daily action can we adopt, than that of Louis, the well Beloved: “To be honest, to be kind, to earn a little and to spend a little less; to make upon the whole a family happier by his presence; to keep a few friends, but these without capitulation—here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy.” An enthusiast over the advances in medical knowledge has been commenting upon the changes in the treatment of disease. He referred particularly to the fact that not many years ago the doctors bled us for every imaginable trouble. Times have not changed much in that respect. They still bleed us; though in a different way. And the trouble for which they bleed us is not imaginary. It is a real financial trouble afflicting the doctors. We are living in an age of investigation, progress and inquisitiveness. Some one has been prowling around examining the records and comes boldly forward to allege that there were no apples in the Garden of Eden and that what Eve really gave A dam was a lemon. We don’t take much stock in the matter. Come to think of it, what real differ ence does it make? The mischief is done anyway, ATLANTA, GA., JANUARY 3, 1907. and it is not worth while to worry about that side of it; and besides we have never had the heart to blame Eve as much as some people have seemed inclined to do. Again we take occasion to say that blood is thicker than water and we should not stir up these old rumors about our kinsfolk. The matter of the granting of divorces in South Dakota is being simplified and they are being turned out to oblige in short order. Mrs. James G. Blaine had applied for a divorce and wanted to take an early train out of Yankton. This desire took possession of her at seven o’clock; the train was due to leave at eight. The court obligingly undertook to gratify her, so at eight the decree had been granted and the lady was on her train. There has been much attention given recently to the caus es of the epidemic of divorce now sweeping the country. Dorothy Dix says that after giving the matter full consideration she is convinced that the most prolific single cause of divorce is the opening of each other’s letters by husbands and wives. Many men who started in at the beginning of the late lamented year 1906 with good reputations for honesty and integrity, and well enshrined in the hearts of their countrymen, have been investigated and exposed and denounced and forced to resign; and now this mania for investigation and exposure is extending into the realm of those long dead. William 'Shakespeare is getting his. Some weeks ago a gentleman came forward and offered to prove that Shakespeare was an Irishman and that his real name was Patrick. This created some stir, but it had begun to quiet down, when Hall Caine said that only about seven of the Shakespeare plays were good for anything. He further intimated that he could do better himself if he didn’t think his time better employed in writing such things as The Manxman, etc. This was a hard blow to many good people who have been reading and endorsing Shakespeare for quite a while. But something still worse has suddenly developed. Dr. Karl Bleib true, of Berlin, indignantly declares that for three hundred years the Bard of Avon has been enjoying a fame to which he is not entitled. It is difficult to estimate just what enjoyment the Bard has been having for three hundred years, but such is the charge. Prof. Bleiibtrue says he can prove that the Earl of Rutland wrote all the plays which have been generally attributed to the said Bard, and that said Bard, who drank continually, and was nothing but an ordinary actor belonging to a stock company, and spending most of his time at the Mermaid Tavern, could not have written the plays. We don’t know what to say or think or do. If Shakes peare is really named Pat; if he didn’t write but seven good plays, and if he didn’t even write them, then there doesn’t seem to be any reason for his having lived at all. We cherish one hope—that this will not revive the old Shakespeare-Bacon dis cussion. Pastor Wagner, who promulgated the beauties of “The Simple Life” as no other ever did, has now given us his “Impressions of America,” which he obtained by traveling and being impressed from palace cars and wearing a dress suit. That is the one trouble about all such things—the ones who really talk about the simple life attractively gather their opinions from a plane some distance removed from the “simple” sphere. We would like it too, if we could view it from some altitude. What we want is a man to come along and actually show us just “how to be happy though simple.” WO DOLLARS A YEAR. VE CENTS A COPY. The