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unn u THE -—6-IBR .. . ttl! ®®II» X° f GE eg, ,NS) < Sgg:TY IN TH£- the stat&A . > ■ ' -v ■ '■ 'L • <* : -it- VOLUME ONI. NO. FIFTY-TWO. WHAT WE THINK OF WHAT WE SEE An Arkansas preacher the other day preached on the subject, “Hell is here and now.” He proved it in a little less than three hours. We have re solved to go by the Gulf route when we start West. Mrs. Mary Ellen Lease says man has been but very little good since Adam. This statement wor ries us. We do not desire controversy; we dare say Mrs. Lease is entirely correct; but if he hasn’t been any good since that time, when was he any good ? The French papers report that the wife of Ambas sador McCormick attended a dinner given by Pres ident Fallieres “wearing the Grand Cordon of the Imperial Order of Nichan-i-Chetakat.” They have received numbers of letters from this side, enclos ing return postage, asking to be told if it buttoned up the back and if it was made peek-a-boo. Some years ago when “Uncle Joe” Cannon was a Member of the House, he took a constituent to lunch with him at a hotel where the prices were rather swell. Uncle Joe was fond of roasting ears and made his whole meal—a very hearty one—- off that vegetable. Noticing the pile of cobs from which Uncle Joe had removed the corn, the friend asked: “Mr. Cannon, what does it cost to live here?” “Oh, about five dollars a day,” said Un cle Joe. “Don’t you think it would be cheaper for you at a livery stable?” said the friend. Mr. John I). Rockefeller, Jr., says it is easier to tell the truth than to tell a lie; and he is correct; there are times when it is very hard indeed to think up a satisfactory lie; and the truth almost tells itself in spite of all that can be done; but think of what would happen if a lie wasn't told! Mr. Rockefeller doesn’t really know 'anything about the question when it comes down to rock-bottom, for he has always had the money when the bill-collector came, and could always buy a new hat or dress when the family circle needed squaring. All neces sities fall under these two heads. At a certain Stock-yard in Atlanta, Georgia, last week, an old negro walked into a barn and told the proprietor that he would like to “look at a mule.” The proprietor shifted his cigar to the other corner of his mouth and without getting up, ordered a hand to bring out “old Bill.” The hand steered a wreck into the hallway. The wreck looked like it had at some early time been a mule. The old man looked him over and said he didn’t exactly like his general appearance. There was no motion made to show another, so the old negro went to another bam. There he was shown more attention, and the first mule brought out being first class, he bought it. The next one also pleased him, and so on, until when he had chosen the desired number, he reached into his faded trousers’ pocket and brought ATLANTA, GA., FEBRUARY 14, 1907. Uy A. E. RA AIS A UR, Managing Editor. out an old cloth in which were forty-eight hundred dollar bills. He had come to buy a car-load of mules for a plantation in South Georgia owned by negroes. The man who -failed to pay any attention to the old negro is now in bed; the one who sold the mules says that angels are not always labeled. This is a really-truly story. The Brownsville matter is still demanding some attention; in fact, it would he engaging the rapt consideration of the American people, if it were not for the Thaw trial. The trial has overshadowed all else, and the coons will soon leave the stage by the upper left exit. I'Ve issues involved have been threshed over thoroughly, and the only definite re sults achieved by the kicked up, is best told in the words of Brer’ Gaardner, who, when asked if he thought the effects of the Brownsville affair would be far-reaching, replied: “Yaas, indeed. I knows a dozen children dat’s done had deir names changed f’um T. Roosevelt back to George Wash ington. ’ ’ ■A news item tells of a lecture recently given by a “Woman’s Rights” lecturer in Kansas City. Reach ing what appeared to be the peroration of her ad dress she elevated her voice a few degrees and in quired of the ceiling: “Is there a man present who has helped even in a slight degree to lighten his wife’s burdens? Is there a man here who has ris en at five o’clock, and leaving his tired wife to sleep on undisturbed, gone downstairs, made up the fire, cooked breakfast, washed and dressed the children, scoured the pots and pans, swept the kitchen, and done all this day after day if necessary without complaint?” She looked her audience over with disdain, and resuming her oratorical tones, said: “If there is such a man here, let him rise, that all may see and praise him!” Whereupon, a mild, timid little man in a rear seat, arose. He was the lecturer’s husband. Sometimes the very best of intentions get people into the very worst of dilemmas. Mayor Joyner gave the children permission to skate on the side walks of certain streets of Atlanta. He gave them written instructions, under the Great Seal and Sig net of the Mayor to give twenty-three sign to any policeman interfering with their skating. So the little children got to skating. Pretty soon some larger children joined in, and ere long the police men were worried by what seemed to be almost grown-ups skating merrily with the rest. The Mayor w’as called up and consulted about it. He said that he only gave permission to “the little tots.” That simplified matters. Only tots should skate, the others must give it up. But when it came to drawing the line, it was not so simple. Just where tothood stopped and childhood or grownup began was a problem. If one large child was stop ped as being a super-tot, the next one would have to be stopped, and the next, until directly even the tots and sub-tots would be cut out. It was sug gested that the policemen be furnished a yard-stick and measure the tots; another suggestion was that scales be placed near the skating places and weight control the question. But it is not yet entirely set tled. Never was there such a perplexing problem. It is worse than “How old is Ann?” When is a tot a tot, when does it become a not-tot, and why is a not-tot not a tot, and what are the characteris tics that indicate that a tot that was yesterday a tot, has become a not-tot today? There are good people in Missouri, and we have shown them a number of things, and of late days they are showing us something. Recently they passed a law prohibiting tipping. We endorse this. We thought it a good law enacted at a proper time. We said so on this page, and we were happy over the reflection that Missouri Legislators had so much nerve. But it does seem that folks can’t have nerve and sense at the same time. Witness? A Missouri Legislator has introduced a bill provid ing that no woman of that state shall have more than two hats per year, and that the hats shall not cost more than $1.98. We haven’t a word to say. If he is married he will get what he deserves; if not, be will get his, anyway. There is some talk of cutting out the comic sup plement. We are against this. There are people who think that the funny page is not really funny. That may be true, but there are better things in the world than being simply funny. Who could help being interested in the love affairs of Leander? We watched bis wooing with interest; we deplored the occurrences I hat made bis prospective father in-law angry with him; but we did take an earnest and feeling interest in the final outcome of his lit tle case with Lulu. We are glad he is married, but could have told him something about what would happen to him when he secured a mother in-law. We wish he had given us an opportunity to predict some things for him, but he didn’t. We simply watched his future with kindliness. And if the comic supplement is cut out we would lose our friend Happy Hooligan. It is possible that things may be said of Happy that are unkind in their significance but we like him. There was an unlucky star in the horizon when we were born and we have had mishaps very much like the ones Happy has. If the comic supplement is to be cut out we do earnestly hope it will not be so until Happy’s uncle has died and left his money to Happy. We don’t think Gus ought to have this money. Money is not a blessing to one whose dis position is soured and warped like Gus’s. Let us hope that it will be a long time before the funny page of the Sunday paper is discontinued. It serves to keep the baby quiet while one is dressing to go to Sunday school. It gets one in a good hu mor, and there is no doubt that through its influence one gives more liberally when the plate cornea around. We need the comic supplement. TWO DOLL AUS A YEAR. FIVE CENTS A COPY.