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8 THE ATLANTIAN view with suspicion the money-makiug men of large business af fairs who might be willing to give up his business to become a com missioner. For it would involve the giving up of one’s business if justice is to be done to the job. Men of public spirit, men of conscience, men who love the city, who love their fellowmen, these be the men we need and it matters not whether they be young or old, whether they be rich or poor, such men will shape our destiny to good ends. What we need in Atlanta is not a bigger city, but a better city. The better city will soon be a bigger city. We may not safely con fide our affairs to men who worship only the god of efficiency, but we can trust them to men who will co-ordinate equity with efficiency. Give us the initiative—the referendum and the recall—we will then work out the system, but above all, let us have the foundation first. The Twentieth Century Citizen On the 21st instant will appear the first issue of the Twentieth Century Citizen, with State Senator Emmett R. Shaw, as editor and publisher. It will be remembered by many of bur readers that Senator Shaw published for several months the “Blade and Blud geon,” a most virile sheet. Owing to a break down in his health, Senator Shaw was compelled to suspend the Blade and Bludgeon, and the present venture is but the revival of that paper under an other name. He has arranged with Mr. Bernard Suttler, one of the strong writers of the country, to make regular contributions to the editorial columns, and it cannot be doubted that with two such force ful and well-informed writers that the paper will be widely read, and exercise a potent influence. J. M. SITTON, Prominent Member B. L. E., Div. 368, and One of the Oldest Pas senger Engineers Between At lanta and Chattanooga. FOOLED THAT TIME. Why do I send this “pome” to you? Pray do not think me sassy. But I’m collecting printed slips, And I’ve heard that yours are classy. WHAT’S A LAWYER? "Father,” asked the little son,” “what is a lawyer?” "A lawyer? Well, my son, a law yer is a man who gets two men to strip for a fight and then runs off with their clothes.” SHE WAS BUSY ENOUGH. “Don't you know,” said the police man to the servant as she was dump ing a pail of garbage in an open lot, “that what you are doing is against the law?” "Oh, don’t talk to me about the law,” replied the girl. “It’s all I can do to keep the Ten Commandments.” AS IT REALLY WAS. NOT YET—BUT— OH, OH! On the morning after his first ap pearance on the stage the confident but untalented youth met a friend who had witnessed his first perform ance. “What do you think of my act ing?” asked the would-be Hamlet. “That wasn’t acting,” replied the friend. “That was misbehavior.” WANTED THE CREDIT DUE HER. A little girl was caught pulling an other little girl’s hair, and the mother was anxious to overlook it. So she said: “Don’t you think, dear, it was naugh ty Satan that put it into your head to pull Elsie’s hair?” “It may have been,” replied the lit tle girl, “but kicking her shins was my own idea.” COULDN’T DO IT. “No use,” growled Mr. Smith to his wife from the bathroom, “I can’t do it.” “What is it, dear?” asked the wife in alarm. “Why, the doctor told me this morn ing to drink hot water an hour before dinner for my indigestion. Here I have got a quart down, am nearly bursting, and I haven’t been drinking fifteen minutes yet.” NOW HOW OLD WAS SHE? A girl whose age seemed a bit un certain, at least to a Boston conduc tor, handed out a half-fare ticket. “Would you mind telling me your age?” asked the conductor politely. Out came a dainty purse, and, hand ing the conductor the difference be tween a half and a full fare, the maid said: “If the company doesn’t mind I’ll pay full fare and keep my own statis tics.” HOW HE PLAYED. A German bass drummer was one day complimented by a musician on his playing. “Tell me,” asked the musician, “do you play by ear or by note?” “No, mien friendt,” replied the drummer, "I play by main strength.” One of the regular hunters of the season was surprised upon arriving at the village hotel'to find one of the old guides loitering around idle. “Don’t you guide hunting parties any more?” asked the visitor. “Nope,” was the slow rejoinder; “got tired of bein’ mistook fer a deer.” “Is that so? Well, how do you earn your living now?” “Guide fishin’ parties. So fer no body ain’t mistook me for a fish.” C. W. McDADE, Who is in Charge of the Big 14- Passenger Sight-Seeing Auto. ONE FOR THE GIRL. “Girls make me tired,” said the fresh young man. “They are always going to palmists to have their hands read.” “Indeed!” said she sweetly; “is that any worse than men going into saloons to get their noses red?” SHE COULDN’T. “I’m so proud of you, year, that when everybody yelled at that house in the library this evening you sat ab solutely still,” said the husband with admiring eyes. “Didn’t you see it?” “No, dear,” replied the wife. “It isn’t that I didn’t see it. I couldn’t see it. I had my old stockings on.” I know a little country lass Who blushes very red When passing through the garden where Sweet William lies in ted. Her brother is about the same, A very modest lad. He won’t go near a pond for fear He’d see the lily pad. WOULD DO JUST AS WELL. A well-known clergyman, who ■ is very stout, was having unusual difficul ty one morning in lacing his shoes. “My dear, you ought to have a val et,” remarked his wife sympathetical ly. “A valet?” echoed the clergyman. “Well, my dear, if I had a valley where I now have a mountain it would an swer.” G. W. LINDSAY, Past President Lodge 302, B. of R. T.—Also Yard Conductor Southern Railway, Inman Yards, Atlanta, Ga.