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TIIE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, JUNE 20, 1913.
The summer weather gives one the op
portunity to mingle more with neighbors
and acquaintances and opens the door
for more than pleasure for it gives gos
sip the chance to put in the venom that
has been simmering and awaiting the
first opportunity to poison the dart
prompted by malice, envy or an evil
mind.
"The hint malevolent, the look oblique,
The obvious satire, o:/~ ‘mplied dislike,
The sneer equivocal, tn* harsh reply,
And all the cruel language of the eye;
The artful injury, whose venomed dart,
Scarce wounds the hearing while it stabs
the heart;
• The guarded phrase whose meaning
kills.”
^ All these symptoms are familiar to
most of us, yet how seldom ’tis we have
th© courage to stop the flow of venom
and try to turn the- thoughts of the
speaker in a cleaner channel.
Somebody said, “slander is a vice im
pure in its source, dangerous in its ef
fects, and sometimes irreparable in its
consequences. It generally strikes three
mortal blows—it wounds him who com
mits it, him against whom it is commit
ted, and him who knows that it is com
mitted. It is tolerated in society only be
cause almost every one has an unhappy
inclination to commit it.”
Two ladies were talking about the
Vrccked life of a younger woman. One
said, “She was such a promising girl
and I never imagined that she would
ever marry as she did nor let anything
kill her pride of home as appearances
now indicate.” “The Jones family are
responsible,” v/as the reply, “they moved
every stone in the way of Elgin’s mar
rying her, told him positive stories about
her character and his gradual coldness
put her on her metal. She could see no
reason for people dropping her as they
did and married Harmon to get out of
the community. Two homes are wrecked
for Elgin lost confidence in people and
did not live two years with the girl his
famils' thrust on him.”
I kept on with the^ train of thought
after the conversation had dropped
and thought of what a friend had said
that morning. Some one had remonstrat
ed with her for keeping a girl in her
house who was known as a “dangerous
talker.” She said that people knew Es
ther well enough not to listen to her.
But the reply was that th© average indi
vidual liked-gossip so well that it was ac
ceptable no mater who handed it out.
’Tis true, ’ti3 pity, yet we must admit ’tis
true.
St. Paul draw's a lurid picture of the
“reprobate mind” and says it is full of
envy, murder, deceit, mal^nity, whis
perers, backbiters and a host of other
things. And in Second Corinthians he de
plores strife, envy, whisperings and back
biting. And to my friend the man or
woman who whispers evil, or insinuates
ugly things is about as dangerous as a
vampire. The whisperer is such a cow
ard that it is seldom the victim gets a
chance to confront the evil creature. In
the Great Beyond I have an idea that
many a smirk of complacency will be
changed into a countenance of conster
nation for there all things will be made
^public and nothing will be misconstrued.
The blood of Christ cleanses, but the
lives wrecked, the families scattered, the
"'1 homes broken up.by the Whisperer can-
) not be restored, nor will tl)e long line of
**vevil consequences cease until time shall
Jbe no more.
I But enough of such a subject; if
/these thoughts will only lodge in the
hearts and deter any of those inclined
to carry a point by showing even an
evil tendency in an opponent, I shall feel
repaid. There are some whose tongues
will wag and they are amazed when con
fronted with the evil consequences of a
few minutes’ thoughtless (?) talk.
“More offend for want of thought
Than from any want of feeling.”
And many such see mto think their
earnest assurance that they never meant
a bit of harm should entirely wipe out
the matter. Seventy times seven is a
long line of forgiveness, but we are
•not* told what becomes of the culprit
who has been forgiven 490 times. To be
on the safe side one would better for
give than have to receive all those for
givenesses.
the f:vening story
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(Copyright, 1913, by W. Werner.)
VDl
ES, SAY
have clothed in vivid green the dead
expanse and will continue to encourage
the uplift of humanity.
The really cold weather we had the
first of this month set a lot of people
to thinking. One woman asked me if
I thought the end of the world near at
hand, as the seasons seemed so mixed.
My reply to all such questions is that
I am too busy trying to live right, and
trying to help others, to figure on the
time for the end % of the world. We are
specifically told that such matters are
in God’s hands. Like a thief in the
night may death overtake us, or with
patience, and long suffering we may
wait for the messenger, yet in either in
stance we know not the day nor the
hour and if our Savior had meant fo* us
to know them His blessed word would
bear witness in such unmistakable lan
guage that “the wayfaring man. though
a fool,” might be able to look forward
to the date.
As the years pass, it seems to me
that it should be a great comfort to
know that even the heaviest burden Is
just that much nearer being laid down.
Here again hcfpe plays a blessed part,
for we all hope that the next year will
not be as hard as the one then bruising
the heart or causing sleepless nights be
cause of things that must be endured.
And, heaven is every day a bit nearer
than ever before. This hope of a bet
ter country nerves the arm and sus
tains the mind. Sometimes I hear
people say, “How do we rfhow that there
is a better country?” and I really feel
sorry for all such. A few are honest
in the question, but pride of intellect,
with a canker spot on that intellect, and
the desire to appear critical are the
usual motives for the question.
Our daily living is entirely a matter
of faith in the future. How do we
know that the day we live will not be
the last? God’s word tells us of that
heavenly home to which we may go,
the people who have lived longer than
we can testify to the truth of every
thing else in the Bible, so why reject
that or any one part that we cannot
trim or pare to fit our scanty intellect?
History has a long list on its honor
roll, names of some that laid down their
lives to prove their faith, so let us
so live tlmt whenever the summons
comes we shall hear the welcome, “Well
done, thou good and faithful servant,”
and we need not regret our station in
life, if only it can be said of us “She
hath done what she could.”
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
The year is almost half gone. Plans
made in January have probably been
changed half a dozen times. Anticipa
tions have failed to be realized, or have
surpassed the fondest dreams. Hope
like the vines of the Virginia creeper
seemed dead, but the balmy air, the
warm rains and Mother Nature have
set beauties where bare twigs were,
BEETS.
Dear Miss Thomas: It is astonish
ing how many people know absolutely
nothing about any vegetables except
onions, turnips, cabbages and collards,
just the ’heavier sorts. The canning
clubs are getting the girls interested
in collecting • a variety and I do nope
they will also cultivate. a taste for
the things they can. Just now the tar
iff has turned the lights on the fact
that two counties in Kansas have quite
an industry in beet sugar. But
how many average readers are aware
of it?
Beets are a native of the shores of
the Mediterranean, and should be on
every table at least two or three
times a week. They are one of the
most wholesome and nutritious veg
etables, supplying sugar, starch and
alkaline salt. One beet with a touch
of butter and vinegar will go a long
way in supplying the needs of the sys
tem.
I am giving my favorite ways of
preparing them, and I would like to
impress on the housekeepers who have
never prepared beets that the stems
of the tops should be left at least an
inch long and the roots should not be
broken. Beets bleed* and lose sub
stance as well as looks if the skin is
broken before they are cooked. Drop
them in boiling water. Let them cool
at least an hour, and if you must
pferce them, use a hat pin, as a lurk
ruins them. The better way is to
press them with the finger.
Boiled Beets—When satisfied that
they are done, put them into a basin
of cold water, and with a twist slip off
the skin. Cut them in thin slices
and while hot season with butter, salt,
a little pepper and sharp vinegar. If
the butter is omitted they can be
put in glass jars and kept as pickle.
Baked Beets—If baked, instead of
boiled, they retain their delicate flavor
and their sugar more perfectly. Turn
them frequently, using a knife, as the
skin must not be broken, as tne juice
would then be lost. When done, re
move the skin and serve with butter,
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It was only when she stepped off the
train in front of the little red depot in
the country town where she was raised
that Geraldine Kelly realized how vain
is success. In the big city that is
spread out by the lake she earned a
salary that for a newspaper woman
was considered mighty by the men who
worked beside her. She often had the
Would he understand.
honor of being pointed out in restau
rants to folks who stared interestedly.
She knew that she was an unusually
keen, well poised woman, to whom suc
cess was so assured that it no longer
awed her.
But when she put foot to the old
country platform success dropped away
and she could not hold it. To the
townspeople there she was simply Jerry
Kelly, the queer daughter of shiftless
old Jim Kelly, who was constable be
cause no one else cared for the trifling
job and who chewed tobacco and
dragged out a lazy, comfortable exis
tence with Jerry’s stepmother in a shab
by cottage at the edge of town. Of
course, people knew that Jerry worked
in a newspaper office—they had an im
pression that she set type or ran er
rands for the editor. They looked at
her chic tailor made suits curiously.
She looked nice,- of course, in spite of
her age—she must be all of thirty—
but, for goodness sake, why did she
wear such awful plain clothes? Living
in a city, too, where things were cheap.
But then she was Jim Kelly’s daugh
ter and couldn’t be expected to know
how to dress. Every one spoke to her
kindly when they met her on Main
street—hadn’t they known her since she
was a baby?—but no one came to call,
except one or two girls, who had been
of her own station twelve years before
and whom she now pitied infinitely,
with their slatternly clothes and num
erous children, and round infinitely
wearisome. She was inwardly amused
to know that they, *in turn, pitied her
for her work filled life and lack of $12
a week husband and housework.
And she didn’t care in the least what
people thought of her or her clothes.
She came back once a year to ^pend
a week with her shiftless but good aa*
tured father, who bragged of her in
cessantly. But no one listened to his
bragging and didn’t believe him when
he told the amount of the checks that
she sent him regularly. Her step
mother w'as a colorless, amiable person
—not much, or she wouldn’t have mar
ried old Wim Kelly. But Geraldine
liked herein spite of the fact that the
week got longer each year.
She didn’t care until one summer
when she met Robert Arnold on Main
street. He held out both hands in
great surprise, and she learned that he
was spending two days witn President
Wilson, of the City bank,' whom he had
known years before in a little jerkwa
ter college in Ohio.
“I will see you, I suppose, thi^ even
ing,” he said casually, when he had
walked down the street with her and
she had turned into the postoffice.
For the first time Geraldine rebelled
at the small esteem in which she was
held. She was a broad minded wom
an, far too immersed in her work to
care for trifles, such as being omitted
from a reception which a small town
social leader was giving. But Robert
Arnold, a coworker in Chicago newspa-
perdom, was one of the few people in
the world who really mattered to her.
It was humiliating for him to learn.
Would he understand? Or would he
infer that her people were criminals
instead of merely poor and indolent?
“No,” she said quietly, “I—she
hesitated, laughed and then said frank
ly. “if you mean Mrs. Wilson’s recep
tion in honor of her guest, I am not
invited.”
He was puzzled, and looked it. “You
don’t know her?”
“On the contrary,” she replied, light
ly, “I was in her Sunday school class
as- long as twenty years.”
Robert Arnold looked questioningly at
her, waiting for her to explain, but she
shrugged her shoulders in amusement
and turned away as Mr. Wilson, smil
ing, approached.
Afterward she strolled home in a
fairly pleasant mood. Her own light
words had brought the humor of the
situation plainly before her. She de
cided that if Robert Arnold, when the
matter was completely explained to
him, as it would be before he left the
Wilson home, couldn’t likewise see the
humor, then he wasn’t the man she
had. thought him to be, and she wouldn’t
care* a snap for his opinion. But she
hoped, wistfully, that he would see the
joke. If he was too obtuse— Well, it
was only another illusion smashed, il
lusion smashing was painful when one
was thirty, but it wasn’t fatal, espe
cially when a woman had plenty of
work.
She ate supper very contentedly,
helped her stepmother wash the dishes,
inspected her father’s straggling lettuce
and listened to his plaintive excuses for
Its far from trim appearance.
Afterward she lounged in the ham
mock while her stepmother slumbered,
in a big rocker beside her, and her
father sat on the grass and kept mos
quitoes away by puffing a black pipe.
She was thinking of Robert Arnold,
who at that moment was the center of
an interested circle in the Wilson par
lors. Geraldine knew the interior of
She lay back contentedly in the ham
mock.
those parlors. Mrs. Wilson used to
have the class of little girls up for cake
and ice cream twice a year. How she
had admired them once as she sat
stiltedly on the edge of a green plush
sofa, afraid to move, in all that ele
gance of upholstery and Brussels lace
curtains! How pleased she had been
when Mrs. Wilson told them on Sun
day that she would expect them the
following Wednesday.
Geraldine laughed in self scorn.
Snob! That was what she was degen
erating into! She must be, or she
would never lounge there irritably
wishing Mrs. Wilson had asked her to
night. •
“Mrs. Wilson is giving t a party to
night,” said her stepmother sudden
ly “I think it’s a shame she doesn’t
ask you as if you wasn’t good enough
to meet any snippy city fellow that’s
visiting th^m. But you don’t care, do
you, Jerry?”
“Of course she don’J,” her father
said huffily. “When she’s here just a
week she likes to spend her evening’s
with us. She can go gadding plenty
in the city. Can’t you, Jerry?”
There was an unwonted wistful note
in his voice. Geraldine heard it with
surprise. She had supposed that they
w>ere carelessly fond of her in the
same old way that she cared for them.
“And tomorrow night’s your last,”
he added regretfully.
Geraldine was guiltily ashamed that
at that very moment she had been cort-
pepper and salt on the slices.
Stewed Beets—(My favorite method'.
Boil them, peel and slice them. Put a
bit of water in a frying pan, take an
ounce of butter and roll in as much
flour as it will absorb. Put in the
hot water with a tablespoonful of
vinegar, a pinch of salt and a dash
of pepper. Put in the sliced beets,
three as large as a teacup, and let
them simmer fifteen minutes. Have
a top that fits the pan, so as to re
tain the aroma.
Creamed Beets—Boil till tender, then
peel and slice them into a frying pan
in which has been melted a good-sized
lump o fbutter, or oil. Fry till a light
brown, then pour over them a cupful
of thick, sweet cream, and cook for a
few minutes. If the cream is not thick,
a little flour may be added to the but
ter.
Beet Salad—This a delight to the
eyes as well as pleasing to the ap
petite.
Beet Fritters—Boil a large beet till
tender, grind it fine, add the yolks of
four beaten eggs, two spoonfuls of
flour, five of cream; sweeten to taste.
Grate a little nutmeg. Add the juice
of a lemon. Mix well and fry in
hot butter. They will be a pretty pink,
and sprigs of mint to garnish the dish
adds to its attractiveness.
ELIZABETH WARING.
AT NIGHTFALL.
Another day, dear Lord, has gone
Wherein Thy hand has led us on;
The rose has vanished from the West,
The purple from the far hills’ crest;
But shines the silver sickle moon,
While softly low the night winds croon.
May round each home, dear Lord, Thy
cares
Enfold to guard the inmates there;
The stab of pain, the mortal hurt,
Dear Lord, with Thy, strong hand avert;
And reach toward earth a staying arm,
Where might the elements work harm.
Help us, dear Lord, each hour to own
The strength that rules from Thy white
throne,
Help us for steps of thoughtless youth
To lighted keep the torch of Truth,
That eyes may see, when night falls
down,
God’s love shine through heaven’s star-
set crown.
—CORA A. MATSON DOLSON.
on the ghost question. There are all
sorts, some that will not down, and if
any one has a true story to tell this is
the place and audience for it.
I have never seen one, and I’ve kept
my eyes open and have done all the
Halloween stunts possible to conjure
them, even a tiny flickering “soft un
certain rustling” but not one has re
warded my earnest endeavors.
I can tell you some ghost that haunt
us, however, and they are the opportu
nities strangled by our legislatures, the
bills for the betterment of little chil
dren, the enlightenment of the masses
and the safety of the feeble-minded are
ghosts that will not down. Soon an
other combat will be waged in our cap-
itol and the “insidious lobbying” that
Vice and Mammon use will strive with
the higher order. Who will win?
Pessimists say that Georgia will be
the last state to fall into the raYiks of
the better class of legislators; but I
am sure that this time Compulsory Edu
cation and the home for delinquent
girls will become actualities. Let every
one make those two the main things
to be impressed on the minds of their
representatives. Sincerely,
MRS. FULLER.
GHOSTS.
Dear Miss Thomas:
I want to know how this body of peo
ple, this representative assembly stands
JOB HUNTERS FINDING
WHITE HOUSE CHILLY
WASHINGTON, June 19.—Job hunt
ers, senators and representatives oppos
ing President Wilson in his plan to put
through currency legislation at the extra
session and “citizens with missions”
seeking the president’s ear, have found
the White House executive offices these
| days a chilly place. The atmosphere
is almost that of a morgue, so far as
temperature goes.
“By .crickety,” exploded a member of
congress, who had been waiting an half
hour to gain an audience with Mr. Wil
son, “I’m going out of here. The frigidi
ty is beginning to get on my nerves.
And to think that outside there on the
asphalt the temperature is fully 100
degrees!”
“Wait a moment and * I’ll go with
you,” said one of his waiting colleagues.
“It’s giving me ‘cold feet,’ too.”
The nerovus deserters of the waiting
ranks today discovered, that the presi
dent’s manner was none the less cor
dial than before. It developed, how
ever, that with the coming of the heated
spell the refrigerating system beneath
the offices had been placed in commis
sion and that fans, blowing across cakes
of ice, aggregating several tons, con
stantly were forcing cold air through
cleverly concealed ventilators.
Miss Annie Kenney Makes Im
passioned Plea in Court in
Defence of Women
(By Associated Press.)
LONDON, June 19.—An impassioned
speech in defense of the outrages com
mitted by militant suffragettes was de
livered today in the central criminal
court by Miss Annie Kenney, on trial
for conspiracy.
Her address served to enliven the
proceedings and her concluding words
created a great impression.
“If I have got to die to get the
vote,” she said, “1 will die willingly,
whatever the verdict of the jury to
day.”
Greater interest was taken in today’s
proceedings than in any previous stage
of the trial. The court room was
crowded. Women formed the majority
of the audience, among them being Mrs.
Winston Spencer Churchill, wife of the
first lord of the admiralty, and Miss
Violet Asquith, daughter of the premier.
Miss Kenny asserted that the action
of the Ulster unionists and the speeches
of cabinet ministers, who she said had
asserted that the unfranchised were jus
tified in rebelling to get their grievances
remedied, furnished ample warrant for
militancy.
“If further justification were neces
sary,” she said, “the trickery and treach
ery of cabinet ministers supplied it. The
present government has treated, the
aspirations of the womeq more abomin
ably than any British government since
1867.
“As for myself, I belong to the work
ing class. I joined the suffrage move
ment because of the cruel conditions
under which women worked in the
British isles.
“I am a rebel and a rebel I shall re
main until women receive the vote. If,
like Miss Davison, it should be neces
sary for me to sacrifice my life, then I
shall gladly die.”
For June 22. Amos 6:1-8.
Golden Text: “Seek good, and not evil, that ye may live.” Amo* 5)141
JUSTICE AND BAILIFFS
INDICTED BY JURY
MACON, Ga., June 19.—Justice of the
Peace J. H. Brown, his constable, Lee
Davis and E. W. Howard, who appeared
in Brown’s court as a prosecutor of a
negro, Edgar Elias, have all three been
indicted by the grand jury for alleged
irregularities in handling the case of
the negro.
It is claimed that the negro was
made to pay $14, the cost of the court
for his release from jail, which a vio
lation of the law.
J. A. Flournoy, who had the negro
employed at the time of his arrest is
prosecuting three indictments.
templating a departure the next morn
ing. “No, it isn’t,” she declared reck
lessly in atonement. “I’ll stay till Mon
day.” She told herself that she really
needed the rest. The last year had
been hard.
“Then I’ll have a chance to make
some more of that cake you like so
well,” ht r stepmother exclaimed eager
ly. “Jim, don’t you forget to order
figs when you go downtown in the
morning, or I’ll whack you.”
Geraldine laughed in gay gratitude,
and lay back contentedly in the ham
mock, watching the moon glide slowly
from behind a white cloud. If one
couldn’t go to receptions there was still
fig cake to sweeten life. And after a
while she went In to bed, too drowsy
from the night air to fret over Robert
Arnold’s possible sense of humor.
But in the morning she awoke earlier
than usual and wondered at the heavy
feeling. As soon as she remembered
she shrugged it away. Sh4 was far too
old and too sensible to feel badlyo ver
such a trifle. Nevertheless, despite her
age and common sense, her heart beat
faster, when, after breakfast, as fche,
leaned on the gate, Robert Arnold ap
proached.
He was picking his way carefully
over a cinder-filled gutter.
“Not asphalt, is*it?” she jeered.-
“No,” he said, grimly. “How long
do you have to stay?”
“Monday,” she answered.
“I’m glad,” he said, “because that’s
the soonest I can get away.” j
“Lovely breeding you’v f e got. Making
fun of—”
“I don’t care. This place reminds
me of the one I was born in. My father
was a mere brakeman on the railroad,
and I’m considered presumptuous be
cause I take a cab from the depot to
the hotel.”
Geraldine read the salve that he was
trying to offer fbr the reception to
which she had not been invited. Her
eyelids drooped over the glad light that
she could not suppress. A sense of
humor? He had more than that; he
had perfect and tender understanding.
It is remarkable how God chooses
and uses His instruments. Suppose
you had tc^ choose a messenger for a
very important message to a rich,
proud, ease loving, luxurious people.
What kind of a man would be your
choice? Would it be a simple farmer,
a herdsman and fruitgrower? Yet this
was God’s choice in Amos, and a most
powerful message he delivered. He had
been raised in a little village south of
Bethlehem, but in the transaction of i
his business he had to go to the cities J
of Judah arid of northern Israel. He
came thus in contact with the people,
and had an opportunity to note the
danger in which the nation was by rea
son of its blindness. Its leaders did
not : see the corruption of the people
that was weakening its moral back
bone and preparing the way for a ter
rible judgment of the God whom they
had forgotten.
Oh yes, they were still outwardly
religious; a certain show of worship
v/as kept up, but deep down in their
hearts God was forgotten. They were
living for self only.
THE DANGER OF PROSPERITY..
How had all this come about? Un
der Uzziah Judah had reached the
highest state of prosperity the nation
hud ever known. God had blessed the
efforts of a remarkably able man and
as long as he remembered God, He
prospered him. Cities were built, oth
ers fortified, victories won, the gov
ernment improved—internally and ex
ternally the nation was growing rich
and strong.
In Israel mpeh the same story could
be told. Jereboam II was king and a
man of unusual parts. The kingdom
of Israel reached its highest state of
prosperity under him.
But this very wealth had developed
a condition of affairs that was becom
ing alarming. The people who were
in authority had grown rich, not al
ways by the most righteous methods.
They had added this luxury and that
until their whole attitude towards life
was that of ease-loving and self-indul
gence. It doesn’t take long for ex
cesses to grow out of such a life, and
these had grown in Israel and Judah
to an enormous degree. Their self-con
fidence, their self-indulgency, their self-
love had blinded their eyes to any pos
sible danger from without, and made
their condition one of peril because of
ignorance of danger.
The worship of God with its simplici
ty, its constant demand for recogni
tion of sin and need of atonement, and
of submission to a Higher Power was
not pleasant to the taste of these lux
urious livers. The lascivious worship
of Baal with its excesses of the grosser
kinds was more to their taste, and in
to it they had entered.
Raised as he had been away from
the temptations of luxury and wealth,
Amos, the herdsman and presser of
figs, was so shocked by what he saw
of their blindness and danger that God
used him to bring warning to them of
their impending doom.
Our passage is a part of the close of
the second sermon. He showed them
that their corruption was ripe for judg
ment, that the destruction should be
far reaching, that their luxury, and ex
travagance and self-indulgence should
be punished, since God had done all He
could‘to avert it, but in vain.
He presented it with plainness and
with vigor, but alas, their sin had so
blinded their eyes that they could not
see their sin, and change their lives.
The fact that instead of cups they drank
bowls of wine may have something to
do with this, for drunkenness was one
of the nation’s sins at that time. Fin
ally the destruction came, but not in
Amos’ time. God had mightily stirred
hjm, and through him averted the danger
for a while, not willing that any should
perish if possible bp win them from sin.
A POSSIBLE PARALLEL.
Is it not possible that we may find a
parallel in the life of our nation? God
has wonderfully blessed us with good
things. There never was a time when
this country was so prosperous, the
chronic croakers to the contrary not
withstanding. Internally and external
ly we are stronger than ever in the
history of our country, and we occupy
a peculiar position of pre-eminence in
the galary of the nations.
But along with our prosperity, alas!
there has come the usual train of dan
gers. Selfishness sits in the lap of
luxury, and instead of God, self rules
this country.- We have a show of relig-i
ion, and in some places there is real
piety. But too often we sit* at ease, we
think our position as impregnable as
Samaria, we lie upon beds of ivory and
anoint ourselves with the chief oint
ments. Alas, the lambs of the flock
are devoured in the covetous greed for
gain and gold, and we are not grieved
for the afflictions of Joseph.
A recent census of seventy cities by
the Men and Religion movement showed
that there were three saloons to every
church in those cities, and the other cit
ies would probably show about the same
relative proportions. When we realize
that every eight minutes there is one
death from drink we can appreciate in
some measure the fact that America is
using bowls instead of cups.
And yet we sit securely, blinded by
sin, to the nation’s danger. Oh, that
we might hear the words of Amos, and
as individuals and as a nation turn from
self to God, and escape.
Examine your life critically, my
brother, and answer to yourself and to
God this question—for whom, and to
whopi, and by whom is my life lived;
is it self or God?
UNIVERSITY EMISES
DRAW MANY VISITORS
Undergraduates, Representing
Branches of College, Hold
Exercises
H
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
ATHENS, Ga., June 19.—The Univer
sity commencement has drawn quite a
number of distinguished visitors to the
city, and all the exercises are being
largely attended.
This morning at 10:30 o'clock occurred
the exercises of the undergraduates rep
resenting the branches of the university.
Georgia Normal and Industrial Col
lege—Miss Ida Lou Barron.
North Georgia Agricultural College—
H. T. Sargent
Georgia School of Technology—H. L.
Hardy.
State Normal School—Miss Annie
Reid McGarrity.
Medical College of Georgia—T. Wil
son.
Law Department University of Geor
gia—H. T. Singleton.
Franklin College—E. B. Dunlap.
State College of Agriculture—F. D.
Garrison.
At 4 p. m. this afternoon occurs the
military exercises, presentation of col
ors and prize drill.
Tonight at 8:30 is the champion de
bate between Demosthenian and Phi
Kappa societies. Subject, “Resolved,
That it would be to the best interes of
all concerned that the Philippine Islands
be granted their independence within ten
years.”
Affirmative—Demosthenian, V. 13.
Adams, C. C. Davis. Negative—Phi
Kappa, R. H. Patterson, C. B. Daniel.
Presentation of literary societies’
diplomas.
Among the commencement festivities is
the junior* hop .this evening at the audi
torium. The committee is Fred Jordan,
Bob McWhorter and Price Merry. |
Vi
COMMISSION PLAN IS
WANTED IN WEST POINT
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
WEST POINT, Ga., June 19.—The
first official act towards changing the
present city government of West Point
to a commission form of government
was inaugurated by a mass meeting
held at the city council chamber at 3
o’clock yesterday afternoon.
W. Trox Bankston was elected chair
man of the meeting ana M. M. Hage-
dorn, secretary. The motion *of E. J.
Collins that a committee of six be ap
pointed by the chairman to draft a bill
providing for the change to a commis
sion form of government was unani
mously carried, the foilowiftg commit
tee being appointed: E. J. Collins, A. C.
Booker, J. T. Zachery, J. S. Baker, Amos
Huguley and J. L. Barrow. A motion
making W. Trox Bankston exyofflelo
chairman of this committee carried.
This committee is to draft and have
Monday night, June 23, a bill which
will be confirmed try a mass meeting
at the city council chamber.
MAN SLAIN BY HIS
OWN SON-IN-LAW
«.Py Associated rte»e.)
KNOXVILLE, Tenn., June 19.—James
Williams vas shot and instantly killed
this morning by his son-in-law, Robert
Martin, a barber. The tragedy oc
curred at Martin’s home and is reputed
to have resulted from domestic trou
bles. Martin was arrested and jailed.
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