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THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1921. Dalton Coming to the Front. 0*dal Organ of the United States Circuit and District Oaurts, Northwestern division, Northern District of Georgia. OFFICIAL, ORGAN OF WHHTlkliD COUNTY. Terms of Subscription One Tear Six Months Three Months $1.60 .76 .46 Payable in Advance Advertising Sates on Application. V / It#* Entered at the Dalton, Ga., postoffice for through the mails as second-class matter. DALTON, GA., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1921. And to think Fatty has got to go through it all again. When a fellow begins to “if” and “and” and “but” about the bond election, put it down that he is against it. He is trying to find an excuse. Well, at any rate, we’U bet that bunch of con gressmen Hearst is riding around through Canada will at least make the dispensers of Haig & Haig think about raising the price. Dalton’s new $100,000 hotel is assured. Our hat is off to Horace J. Smith, who always sees “peace and prosperity staring us in the face.” He is the man who put the proposition over. Red Cross Seals. i- Red Cross Christma^seals have arrived, and the Lesche Woman’s Club is to put on a vigorous sales campaign, in an effort to raise more money this year for the crusade against tuberculosis than has been done heretofore. Tuberculosis is this coun try’s plague, but the disease is being checked, and can be exterminated by science, aided by the money .derived by the national sale of Christmas seals. This means of financing the fight against tuber culosis was originated by a woman, Miss Emily P. Bissell, of Delaware, in 1907, and women’s clubs of the nation lend their services to effect the suc cess of the cause. The first year the sales netted $3,000, and in 1919 they brought $4,000,000. With growing public interest, and the same ratio of in crease in sales, we may reasonably hope to curb this marauder of health in another generation. It is a national campaign of relief, yet its ben efits are local. Approximately ninety per cent of. | the money raised for this campaign in Georgia remains in this state, and if sales in Dalton are in keeping with the allotment for the town a large part of the money is retained here to alleviate local sufferers. Dalton has always responded with warm-heart ed generosity, and we feel sure this year Christ mas parcels will be fittingly decorated with the ar tistic double-cross seals, symbolizing the sympa thy and public spirit of its citizenship. Dalton is on the threshold of a forward move ment that is going to put her several leagues ahead of her present status, and her present status is by no means bad. She has seen darker days. There have been no business failures in Dalton during the period of depression. Her merchants and manufacturers are on a sound basis, and bus iness is reasonably good. There is no room for complaint. Honest workers who are willing to work have no trouble in finding employment. Every manufacturing plant is running full time. Now and then, of course, a wail from chronic pessimists is heard, but it is soon drowned out by the chorus of the optimists who, after all, are always in the majority. Dalton is moving ahead. A new $100,000 hotel will—be built nexi year. This is not put forth as a boost bht as a fact. The money has already been subscribed, and the build ing will be begun in the early spring—perhaps as early as March. Horace J. Smith, one of Dalton’s most success ful and wide-awake business men, is the promoter, and he is being ably assisted by Col. W. C. M&r- tin. Every dollar of the investment come? from Dalton people, which is n splendid advertisement for this town. Daltonians have confidence in Dal ton. , v Now on top of this comes the announcement that the Hardwick interests will build a modern apartment house on Crawford street. The lot has already been purchased, and according to Vjf. M. Hardwick, who is now the head of the various Hardwick institutions, building will begin next year.. • On the opera house corner the First National Bank interests will, build a modern business build ing, and in all probability construction on this will begin during the year 1922. Why should the people of Dalton be down hearted? They simply are not. They are feeling so good over the, bright pros pects that they are going to vote a $90,000 bond issue for school improvements and the erection and equipment of a modern high school building. And finally a new passenger station, in keeping •with the spirit and progress of the town, must be built. It has long been understood in Dalton that when a new hotel was built a new passenger depot would likewise be ordered, and surely the people are expecting the state railroad commission and the railroads to do their full duty in regard to a new passenger depot, one in keeping -with the growth and improvement of the best town in Northwest Georgia. And then we must not forget that Baptist High school. We have the room for it, need it and want it. Dalton is now too busy to listen to the, wails of pessimism. She has only time to run over the pessimists, provided they will not get out of the way. and celebrations in honor of the seeker after the fountain of youth. Other books by Mr. Harman are: “In Peaceful Valley,” “Gates of Twilight,” “Dreams of Yester day,” “A Bar of Song” and “Yuletide and You. : The real slacker in these times of reconstruction is the fellow who tries to put all his duties off on the other fellow. Hearst Papers a Public Menace. There are too many people in this country who refuse to let their business interfere with their pleasure. They are working for bankruptcy ref erees, but don’t seem to know it until" it is too late. That woman who balled up the Arbuckle jury and forced a new trial is modern in every respect. She said she would sit “until hell froze over be fore she would change her vote.” She also ad mitted that she didn’t care a d—n about the evi dence, either. §§gk; According to the Greensboro Herald-Journal, ‘‘’way down south where the people are on the level, the old boll weevil has played the devil.” Well, we don’t know about that. We feel that “Machine Jim” Brown’s advocacy of a moratorium has done Georgia more harm than the boll weevil. We hope the esteemed Columbus Enquirer-Sun has not adopted the cold policy of aloofness as regards exchanges. We have not received a copy of the Enquirer-Sun in two weeks. We fear Ed itors Loyless, Harris and Tucker have formed a conspiracy to keep us off their home brew. Simply by Doing It. “The tax-dodger is the great offender,” say? The Dalton Citizen. All we’ve got to say is, we just wish we could find out how they did it successfully.—Rome Tribune-Herald. They get by simply by doing it. The tax dodger is a bad piece of furniture. He has more nerve than he ought to have. He has a pretty bad code of morals. He is selfish to the ends of the earth. He has no interest in maintaining government^ He is always doubt ing and distrusting his fellow—believes he gets by and thereby finds an excuse fpr his own diminishing returns. He justifies his acts upon the most frivolous excuse. He never has known what justice and fair play mean. He doesn’t believe -in carrying a fair portion of the burdens—of public duties or . anything that doesn’t net him handsome returns. His atti tude todards the public, towards his neighbor, towards his church and school, his municipal government, his county and state is that of the “tight wad.” He doesn’t enjoy life be cause he is always afraid he is going to need something he cannot have. He lets an inter est in self override an understanding that he cannot live unto himself. We have not said one word here that is not true of the professional tax dodger. Would you like to be one? Is it not far better to pay the little difference and put in a fair property valuation? That is the better course to pur sue. It makes more happiness.—Cordele Dis patch. If the tax dodger harmed only himself it would not be so bad, but he harms the, most essential institutions of the community in which he lives. He is not the friend of schools or good roads. His selfishness is placed ahead of them, and frequently he is the “leader” in church and civic work, that is, he makes himself believe he He fools himself worse than he fools anybody “The Hearst papers are unhappy these days. It looks like the world is drifting in the direc tion of peace, and they are against peace. The big writers in the Hearst papers incline to spending money for big armies and navies. They think that Providence has decreed that men shall fight always, and that they should continue to arm themselves until they, are bankrupt, and until they are so weighted down with armor that they are unable to attend to business. The Hearst ‘best minds’ are run ning counter to the Harding ‘best minds,”’ notes The Moultrie Observer. It never fails that those who took the le,ast part in the great war care the least about preventing future war. The Hearst papers fattened on the war, while they did nothing, towards aiding their conntry in its time of need, nor towards es tablishing reconstruction when the war was over. Instead, they antagonized the govern ment in the prosecution of the war, were at times openly friendly with the enemy, and always bitterly vituperative toward our strongest ally. These papers did their best to provoke a war with Mexico, where Hearst’s mines needed intervention. They fought the League of Nations and are now lukewarm towards the Arms Conference. They do not want to prevent future wars; they make too much money out of war.—Tifton Gazette. The Hearst papers are essentially Hearstian, which means selfishness, egotism, and a sort of holier-than-thou attitude. They proclaim their Americanism in every breath, yet they are anti- American in every sentiment. They are sloppy and soft. They deal in glittering and insinuating generalities. Their piffle is plausible to the untu tored and unlettered multitude. During the war these papers were notoriously pro-German, and since the war they have been anti-league, anti-peace, and anti-everything else that is dear to the heart of real Americanism. They are now engaged in nagging the arms con ference at Washington, the leaders of which are beginning to see that a league, or an association, of nations, is necessary to the peace of the world. This country is suffering too'much as a result of nagging, fault-finding newspapers, so-called, of the Hearst type. Some friend in Atlanta sent us a copy of “The Searchlight” of Sunday, December 4th. It contains some sensational disclosures with reference to certain members of the Atlanta Georgian staff. Evidently they are beginning their Christmas cel ebration way ahead of time, that is, if “The Searchlight” is telling the truth. ‘Songs, of Florida Shores.* is. else, but harms the community, more than he harms himself, and that is the tragedy of it all. In failing to carry his proper proportion of the load he puts it off on Ms friends (if he has any) and Ms neighbors, thus making their burdens heavier. If all assessments were equitable and just and property was honestly given in for tax ation, the tax rate would be lower and commu nity and state institutions would not be on the pauper list, as they are now in this state. The Citizen contends, and has contended for years, and the tax dodger is the great offender; not only that, he is a menace to the institutions that make for progress and community betterment. In the legislature he always has representation, it is this that is always working -to repeal all equalization laws, no matter how just they Mr. H. E. Harman, an Atlanta business man and poet, whose gems brighten the daily newspapers of that city at frequent intervals, issues a book of poems before each Christmas season. His latest book is “Songs of Florida Shores,” forty-eight pages of poems and tropical illustrations encased in a prettily decorated cover, giving a tiny view of a palm-encircled bay. The author is an adopted Georgian who has spent many, of Ms winters in the ‘land of flowers,” and the balmy.bays and inviting island have such a hold on hi Sr affections he sings of their beauties in a native-son vein. His descriptive poems bring to the mind unacquainted with Florida the trop ical glories of her shores, and in those who have seen our sister state with her palms and poin- settias, her moss and magnolias, her moonlit rivers and sunlit seas, he awakens memories we are glad to entertain. Along with the sentimental and general poems are given some that were inspired by the romantic and daring spirits of centuries ago. The story of Gasparilla, the Spanish Buccaneer, is told in verse, and the dreams of DeSoto and Ponce de Leon are touched upon. These should make a special ap peal to Floridians who /still Have Gasparilla weeks The Irish Question .Settled. The Irish question has at last been settled, and Ireland will henceforth be known as the “Irish free state,” having the same status as Canada, Aus tralia, New Zealand, and South Africa, with one reservation, and that is the Irish free state will rule supreme so far as its finances are concerned, although she must pay her part of the national war debt It is to be hoped that the 700 years old dispute between England and Ireland will stay down, and that they will both live in peace and harmony from tMs time on, and that Ireland herself will have no internal disturbances to vindicate the remark of the wag to the effect that all the Irish want “is to be left alone so they can fight in peace.” The British are a great people, and as a general proposition liberally generous in their rule and control of their various dominions, and one of the puzzles of history has been, considered from the layman’s standpoint, why they have been so long reacMng an agreement with the Irish. Now that peace between the two peoples has been declared much anxiety and unrest are re moved. It means much for our own country, in that a great cause for friction between England and America is removed. The proverbial English haters will no longer have the Irish question to harp on. The settlement of the Irish question is pause for rejoicing the world over. ♦ ♦ ♦ CLIPPINGS AND COMMENTS ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Why should the spirit of mortal be bottled up?—Greensboro Herald-Journal. Why shouldn’t it be? The National Council of Women, meeting in PMladelphia, favors laws proMbiting the sale of cigarettes to girls. But what good would that do It’s a poor, flapper that can’t borrow the makin’s from her sweetie.—Macon Telegraph. | And still a poorer one who can’t work her sweetie for all'the cigarettes she can smoke. Mr. Morse’s flight to Europe tMs time was said to be on the suggestion of physicians. He will return at -once on suggestions from the American government to the French po-> lice'.—Rome Tribune-Herald. Morse seems to be a bad egg. Whenever he gets himself in trouble he gets sick in order to get out. That’s the way he got out of the federal penitentiary. The grain elevator at Waynesboro is con verting surplus farm products into cash, says the Sandersville Progress. The Tribune is endeavoring to urge upon the people of Walton county the nefcessity of a grain elevator at Monroe.—Walton Tribune. Grain elevators and storage plants are tMngs every town should have. They are the first es sential to a fair price for the products of the farm. Speaking of the recent ribald remarks of an Illinois newspaper anent “Georgia sending a peanut to the United States senate,” a con- trib with a good memory descants as follows: “I would like to remark that Georgia has never sent anyone to the senate who failed to be con firmed or seated.” Neat li’l comeback, eh, what?—Macon Telegraph. That’s what we’d call it, when we consider what we have sent. If Will Hays can use another suggestion for the betterment of the mail service he needn’t trouble to go any further. Here it is: Ask the million or more propagandists in tMs country to have a heart and quit choking up the mails with letters which down-trodden editors throw in the waste basket and give poor old Santa Claus a chance.—Macon Tele graph. And further, it would not be a bad idea if he would stop senators and congressmen from trying to save the country with “franked” speeches which are never spoken. If Senator Watson is giving Commissioner of Agriculture Brown wild cats, and if Com missioner Brown and Governor Hardwick are building an independent political machine to absolutely control Georgia, and if Internal Revenue Collector A. O. Blalock is going to run against Brown for commissioner of agri culture, and if Mr. Blalock’s son is Governor Hardwick’s private secretary, wherenpll can a fellow tell wfiere he’s at? All of which ap pears to be quite true.—LaGrange Reporter. Judging from what “MacMne Jim’’ did to Hard wick last summer when the legislature was in session, we can hardly think of a political coali tion between the two. Of course they may be buddies. We don’t know. * Rev. L. A. Brown, of Baxley, one. of the ministers attending Conference, was looking .over The Gazette. “I am glad to see one newspaper that spells Mussel Shoals correct ly,” he said. “I was raised within a few miles of the Shoals and they took their name from the mussels, wMch are unusually abundant there. Every time I see the name spelled ‘muscle’ I want to protest. That form of spell ing is misleading.”—Tifton Gazette. The spelling is both misleading and wrong. “Mussel” is the correct spelling. We note the Chattanooga Times now uses the correct form. Every Georgia citizen who has been tio North Georgia and seen the wonderful beauty of certain sections of that particular part of the state, agree heartily with Congressman Gordon Lee’s proposition to create a National Park of certain sections. With CMckamauga as a nucleus to build around, that section tak ing in the mountains of Northeast Georgia would be fine. Let us hope it will be adopted by the Urnted States government.—Nashville Herald. ' Congressman Lee’s bill to make a great national park in North Georgia is a-step in the right direc tion. It means much to the entire state. She Is Not Pretty. If there is anytiiing uglier than a pretty woman smoking a cigarette we have yet to come across it.—Dalton Citizen. Most men are willing to admit beauty when they find it in a woman’s grace, but a cigarette can kill it all. No woman with a cigarette ever looked beautiful or anytMng near it. Is that not strange that so little a tiling can change all the God-given graces of a human being? A cigarette in itself is not so distasteful, but in the hands of a woman it destroys all charm. The pioneer grandmothers of this country smoked pipes, “dipped” snuff, and even sometimes chewed tobacco like men, but the graceful, pretty young womanhood dared not . touch any of these things. # And today we are far removed from associating the grahdmothers with the habit Many privileges are being bestowed on the women of tiiis day, but they will never do well with the cigarette. That is man.’s exclusive privilege which women must not attempt to appropriate.—Cordeie Dispatch. With the continued looting of the state funds The Dalton Citizen thinks there will be noth ing left at the capitol but the office funiture and officials. We are tMnking some of the officials who are there now will not be there after next year. If there ever was a time when the state house needed a cleaning out now seems to be the time. And the people seem to be getting in a frame of mind to do the oust ing.—Madison Madisonian. And c well they may. They thought Governor Hardwick was to sweep out the capitol but he didn’t do it. “Machine Jim” was too much’for him, in that he* controlled the legislature. Now it is up to the people to try again. That the war is not over for many who served, the disappearance of Lieutenant-Col onel Charles W. Whittlesy from the steam ship Toloa, on his way from New York to Havana, testifies. Colonel Whittlesy was a Major when he commanded the “Lost Battal ion,” and the story of the bravery of the Ma jor and his men thrilled the world. It is feared he committed suicide, Mmself taking the life he risked so daringly. The war left its impression on the minds more than on the bodies of those who saw the worst of it. It is only those who risked nothing, braved noth ing and cared nothing who do not care about measures to prevent future wars.—Tifton Ga zette. That’s the truth. People of today who are the most indifferent to the idea of the peace of the world are those who did notMng during the war except to throw obstacles in the way of the suc cessful prosecution of it. They are the ones who berate Mr. Wilson, and sneer at the idea of a league of nations. Editor Shope, of The Dalton Citizen, insists that the tax dodger is the one who is really responsible for Georgia’s financial- troubles, and he is right. The trouble is, that the av erage legislator is afraid of the tax dodger’s vote. Twenty-seven years ago, a general as sembly was found with the courage to pass a law providing for equalization boards wMch were intended to bring the tax dodger to book, but the law was repealed in less than two years. Then, about ten years ago, we got another tax equalization law, and not a session of the general assembly has convened since it was put in operation that has not had to fight down efforts to repeal it. The trouble is, that the tax dodger is either in the ma jority, or dangerously near it. Georgia is a slacker state in tax-paying as well as in pa triotism.—Tifton Gazette. And the reason there are so many tax dodgers in the state is because there are too many lax tax offi cials in the state. And they receive their encour agement to be lax by 'reading rotten political speeches from such demagogues as Commissioner of Agriculture Brown and the ravings of Tom Wat son. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦ LETTERS FROM THE PEOPLE ♦ ♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ The Path. Through fields of-sunlight and of song, Where brooklets laugh and flowers throng, And sweet winds whisper through the skies, Awhile the thornless pathway lies. Then dips into some darksome vale . Where phantoms stalk and wild winds wail, And not a flower lifts a bloom To brighten the soul-chilling gloom. Rises again into the light To wind about some wind-swept height Where eagles wheel in solitude, And eternal silences brood. Descends into the wilderness, Where weird winds sob out their distress, And serpents Mss and brambles grow, And fateful poppies blush and blow; Is lost at last to mortal eyes In that mystic valley that lies Beyond the limits of the known, Where earth-born light has never shone. JESSIE BAXTER SMITH. The Release from Pain. To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen: The greatest joy in the world comes in the re lease from pain. If you do not believe in the innate goodness of the world, if you think a sin ister power rules in all creation, consider the joy that comes to you when after much suffering you are suddenly freed from pain. After you have passed through a long sickness, when pain has tortured your body through many days, you find heaven when you come to the hour in which you find freedom from the power of pain. Creative energy has jyorked through untold cen turies building up a satisfactory physical and spir itual environment for man. Normal life finds a place of ease and contentment in that environ ment. The satisfaction, the Mgh joy of living comes when we have found our place, when we move in harmony with the cosmic purpose. But when sickness brings discord, when our lives be come discordant notes in the music of infinite purpose then pain and anguish come and we can only be happy again by going back to our place of peace. Someone has said that no man lives in the broadest, deepest sense until he is in perfect cor respondence with- all of Ms environment. That is true because envirpnment and creature are but parts of the whole. Throw man out of corres pondence with Ms physical environment and he connect Mm from the spiritual plan and progress is in pain and moves toward physical death, dis- of the world and we have spiritual anguish, suf fering infinitely more terrible than that caused by any physical malady. Discord brings sorrow, harmony brings peach. The heaven of the returning prodigal is sweeter because of the memory of the hell he was in when he "was out of place. The greatest joy in the world is in the release from pain. HIRAM SMITH. CHEERY LAYS /of DREARY DAYS By JAMES WELLS, The Printer-Poet Santa Claus Prepares. Way up yonder in the nortMand, There are busy, dizzy times, With the reindeers Mtched and ready, With the sleigh and silv’ry cMmes! For Old Santa Claus is loading All the presents in Ms sleigh, For the merry, cheery journey He will make on Christmas Day; EXCHANGE OPINION * >: ■ s Put Money to Work. Noting the tendency in some sections to keep money out of circulation wMch ought to go to the payment of debts, The Moultrie (Ga.) Observer stresses the .fact that “the tMng that will injure the country most is not that there will not be enough with wMch to pay all that is owed, but that a large number of people, who have some money, do not pay up as far as they are able.” The point is well taken. The smallest payments on many accounts help big in the aggregate. It is the little here and there that keeps business moving-in every community. Idle money benefits no one. It is the moving dollar that gathers strength as it goes and bright ens the financial atmosphere. •What will keep business on the up-grade is summed up by the Moultrie paper as follows: “What is needed is that all resources that are marketable be made liquid and applied to debts. Then will come confidence and credit and rest from collectors, while some work is being done and more money earned. Much of the money that has been made available tMs year has not been applied to debts, and tMs fact is keeping a lot of money out of circulation, and is serving to keep prices lower and business bad.” The same tMng applies wherever money isn’t See the wondrous sleeping dollies And the vari-colored toys, Which on Christmas in their stockings Will be found by girls and boys. See the drums and little wagons, Tea sets for the girlies, too, Picture books about the fairies— Maybe there is one for you. Gh, what jolly, times they’re having, Way up there in Santa’s land, Picking out each kiddie’s presents At Old Santa Claus’ command. WMle Old Dancer and Old Prancer With the heavy-laden sleigh, Pawing eagerly the roadway, Wait the time till Christmas Day. But Old Santa Claus is watcMng Every little kiddie’s way, And if you are very naughty He’ll not come there with Ms sleigh. So be good and quiet, children, In your work and in your play, And, perHhps, he’ll fill your stocking When he comes bn Christmas Day. Magic. There’s magic in the song of birds We hear a summer morn. There’s magic in the whispering winds Across the fields of corn. There’s magic in the cheering smile, Or in a glad handshake, There’s magic in a soft caress— And in a Buckwheat cake. ****** Some Animals I Have Known. And any dog’s a funny cuss, When summer heat waves dance. You see Ms pants in summer, But in winter time—no pants. —Dalton Citizen. A cat’s a real a-mews-ing cuss— It really is? by jings! It makes its funny noises ’Cause it’s full of fiddle-strings. —Cedartown Standard. A goat’s an entertaining cuss, With all Ms prankish capers; He’s full of funny jokes, for he Digests the comic papers. A Christmas Problem. Sing a song of Christmas, Only two weeks hence, Many, to remember, And me with fifteen cents. Too Late Now. Remember when last Christmas You made that solemn vow, To do your shopping early? Well, it is too late now. The Oppressed Poor. “A poor man stands but little chance,” Says Old Man Abram Vicker; “The price of moonshine is so high, The rich get all the licker.” Horrible Accident. A thing occurred the other day To make one’s hair arise: A man stepped to a printer’s case And then scratched out his “i’s.” At the Animal Fair. The bulldog packed Ms little grip; The elephant his trunk. Said they,’ “We’ll quit before we take A (s)cent from that darn skunk.” An Interrupted Romance. A man and a miss Were sitting Like this (And it was in bright summer weather) Their chairs closer drew By one inch or two, Until they were quite close together. But through the thick gloom There strode in the room The big burly form of her father, And ere the dear lass Had turned up the gas. Were they sitting apart? Well, rawther, Like tMs. Keep Your. Courage. *Mid the storm and stress of life, Keep your courage. ’Mid the battle and the strife, Keep your courage. Though at -times there seems no hope. And you only blindly grope, With misfortune bravely cope, And keep your courage. Though at times your banner fall, Keep your courage. Failure doesnt’ end it all, Keep your courage. Just as long as you can fight. There’s a chance to get in right, Drive ahead with all your might, And keep your courage. meeting its obligations in a debt-paying way. Buried dollars don’t grow. But once let them get the proverbial “move on,” and good times are not a far-off dream, but they knock every day at the home-doors.—Atlanta Constitution. The Grouch Man. As an exile an ex-king is a hard one to deal with. He seems to give no thanks to God or man that it’s as well with him as it is, but regards any place of unmolested retirement as a prison pen. His waking hours are devoted to self-pity, and to sleep is but to dream of the lost empire. All in all, from Ms point of view, he’s in a mighty bad way 1 That’s why William Hohenzollem can’t content Rimsplf in Ms Doom castle, but, having long since sawed up all the available wood at hand, grouches over the prospect of having notMng to do. ^ T.ilfp Ms old ally, ex-emperor of Austria, he can’t get away from Mmself, and the idle role of a well-todo has been, it seems, the extreme of punishment. But perhaps the bitterest thought of all is that the world doesn’t bother its busy head about Mm, or Ms kind, any more; and he has to sulk and frown as the great world show goes by, to get even a news paragraph. So William Hohenzollem becomes the Grouch Man of Doom and—gets in the news columns. And another sad reflection may be that the world doesn’t forget everytMng. For it still works daily, as it will for years, amid wreck and ruin, and voices seem to cry to it from old battle-fields, and it—remembers!—Atlan ta Constitution. 1 /a # . -