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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1913.
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Oven eighteen, were in that crowd of!
fighters, adding their soprano laughter
to the vile curses of the men. It took
about twenty minutes to clear the mob
and get this small person to the patrol
wagon. He had a college band upon
his arm and protested he was a sena-
THE POLITICAL SEASON IS ON.
There are all sorts of seasons— seasons
of the year, spring, summer, autumn and
winter; seasons of flood and drouth, wet
and dry, hot and cold; seasons when
birds nest and when lambs frolic, base
ball and football, tennis and golf; the
fishing season and the hunting, revival! tor’s secretary and would have the con
seasons and dull ones, in religion, in| stitution invoked. However he slept in
finance and in fashion; but when the! a cell until early today.”
political season gets a-going, everything; “* * * The observer, who watched
is astir at teh national capital. After \ the patrol wagon rush eight times to the
fooling along since early in April, our! st me. liquoring place to carry away pro
national legislators are in the swim; now, testing young men. saw in the first place
that the regular rules is marking time, j the police overworked gathering up
The caucus has been holding them down nearly a hundred young drunks to put
to the president’s dictum, for the session, up $10 or sleep in a cell until next
just closing, but the members of con- i day.’’
gress will now be looking out for next j My friends and countrymen, this oc-
year’s elections. Alexander Pope once curred in Washington City less than a
wrote a tense and a terse line when he! fortnight ago. These were university
said: “Party is the madness of the many students from the University of Georg-
for the gain of a few,” but if he had; town and the University of Virginia,
lived in our time he would have said, * These young men had struggling parents
’’Politics is the misfortune of many as at home, saving up money to pay for
well as the bane of the few.” ! the education of these young bucks!
The masses look on a fallen party, Such education!!
with coniempt, and without pity, but Heaven save the mark!
political men, like toadstools, often start What is this country coming to?
up in slimy places. Politics should be j Have those girls lost all sense of self-
considered the science of government—, respect? Who has any respect for
but the average politician changes his, them after such an orgy in the capital
principles as a lackey changes the livery j of the nation?
he wears at his master’s command; ana Drunk in the liquoring place carous-
political friendships are so well under- *ng with a horde of young drunks—silly
stood that the world expects the politi
cian to knife everybody that stands in
his way.
To one who sits in the gallery of the
house of representatives and looks down
on the men ranged in rows with the
seats, it would be impossible to under
stand the trickery, the deception and
che betrayal of friends which has
brought these individuals together in a
great majority of the cases. It means
position, that only comes in that way.
it means a revel in flattery and sycho-
phancy, because those who propose to
use them do not hesitate to flatter or
to fawn. These well-fed and finely-
groomed legislators would rather die
than be superseded by their rivals. They
•think of it by day, and dream of it
by night. As soon as one election is
over, they begin to trim and hedge for
another.
* There is no furlough in that w T ar. They
are on the job day and night, and when
John Barleycorn consorts with a man,
he is more apt to go wrong than right-
in voting. And congress is the hopper
into which all this grist is poured, ana
the taxpayers must settle the bill witn
their pocketbooks.
fools—for the want of common sense!
And this is called modern society!!
And shall we call this university ed
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The Pickens county delegation
Canning clubs exhibit and eighth
—Staff Pboto by Winn.
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THE EVENING STORY
BORROWED CLUNY
Copylght, 1913.
By W. Werner
“I’ll lend you my Cluny centerpiece, j surely was no one else's business.
It’ll just fit your table. I insist,” said
Ella quickly as Adeline appeared to ob
ject.
Adeline thrummed her fingers nerv
ously on the window 7 ledge in the shab
by living room. It was nice of Ellla
FOOTBALL GONE MAD.
It is positively humiliating to hear
and to know of the outrageous conduct.
of certain football teams that call them
selves first-class, and which really are
a disgrace to the country and to all
who feel an interest in the players.
One of the very worst of this took
place in Washington City, D. C.,
something over a wek ago, and which
was so outrageous that the story has
been spread upon the pages of the Con
gressional Record. Any one who feels
sufficiently interested can find it in the
Record, bearing the date of November
29, 1913. The rival teams called them
selves Georgetown and Virginia, and
the young men who disgraced them
selves belonged to the universities ol
che names here noted. Before midnight
forty of the two teams were prisoners
and behind the bars. Quite a number oc
cupied cells until day dawn. These
were college men—university men—and
they were too drunk to navigate after
the day’s excitement.
The worst part of the very bad hap
penings of the day and night was tl\e
drunken girls who were with these
rowdy students in a downtown hotel
celebrating the victory.
No wonder the Washington City pa
pers are calling for the obliteration of
such sports!
One newspaper thus discourses: “In
one hotel boys and girls got drunk to
celebrated. The riot started early in
the evening. The drinking rooms of
the place were crowded by 8 o'clock
and mobs fought for possession of the
tables. Police interfered now and then.
* * * Occasionally the smash of bottles
and glasses and the bang of a tray on
the marble floor was evidence that
some poor waiter had run afoul of a
bevy of yelping youths, with a bundle
of beer aboard. A waiter who dared
protest ran great danger of his per
sonal safety. Yet the boys and girls
who stayed seemed to like it.
The biggest row of the evening oc
curred when about> twenty youths in
loud 'clothing, endeavored to rescue a
small active man from the police. The
small one was wonderfully drunk and
ir a fighting humor. Through the over
crowded corridors he reeled with friends
and foes clinging to him like bees to
their queen in swarming time, and
young girls, some of them surely not
“It’ll just fit your table.’
and she wanted to make as good an im
pression on Harvey’s sister (whom she
had never met) as possible. But Ade
line had a curious inrooted aversion to
borrowing. It was not a matter of
pride. Pride with Ella would be non
sensical. The two had grown up in ad
joining weedy yards, in almost adjoin
ing shabby cottages. Their fathers
worked at the same wholesale grocery
house, their mothers had borrowed yeast
and loaned jelly recipes ever since
either slim, pretty girl could remember.
Nevertheless, Adeline hesitated.
Ever sinoe she had known Harvey
Dale, the new editor of the daily news
paper of the small city, she had been
dubious concerning the opinion his peo
ple would have of her and her people.
If had been love at first sight with
both her and Harvey when they met at
a church affair. He had just come to
town and his people lived in another
state. But she soon learned that they
were far above her socially and finan
cially. Not from Harvey had she learn
ed it, but from other people who knew
of them.
But she had reassured herself. As
long as Harvey loved her nothing else
was vital. If he didn’t care that the
house needed paint and the parlor cuj>
tains needed to be thrown away it
But
she was glad that they lived so far
away.
And then Harvey announced casually
that his sister Irene, on her way to
spend the winter in California, had
learned that she could stop over for
three hours and meet the girl with
whom her brother had fallen in love.
Adeline had been dismayed when Har
vey jubilated over the unexpected op
portunity of making at least one of his
family acquainted with her so soon; but
she concealed it. “How nice,” she
murmured. Harvey was not analytical
at the moment. He did not catch the
doubt that inflected the murmur.
The three hours would be from 12
till 3 p. m. That meant luncheon.
Adeline was more dismayed. Her moth
er found it hard to keep plenty of food
on the table without buying fine napery
Adeline’s own wages as bookkeeper in a
small store had been of too recent birth
to halve aided much. Yet she was averse
to pretense. Her sense of pride was al
most defiance. She never asked Harvey
to love her. If his people couldn’t ac
cept her as she was—
“Slush,” said Ella, when Adeline,
pink-cheeked and with brooding eyes,
partly explained. “I’ll bring it over
in the morning right after breakfast.
And, Adeline, let me fix the mayon
naise dressing. You know,” with the
candor of old friendship, “that yours
tastes like slop.”
Adeline submitted. It would have
been ungracious not to do so. And 1511a
had a knack of table arrangement. On
the elaborate Cluny cloth their small
array of glass and silver, combined with
all of Ella’s mother’s stock (Ella was
a large lender) looked really nice.
Irene arrived at ten minutes after 12.
She was a large, middle-aged woman,
overdressed, and Adeline read contempt
in the first swift glance that she gave
the shabby house while Harvey was
helping her out of his runabout. Har
vey, however, did not notice, and Ade
line had enough poise to ignore it. But
she was glad of Ella’s presence. Ella
was a vivacious talker and accumstomed
to bantering Harvey. Under her rattle
of gay words the stiffness of Adeline’s
Longue was not so noticeable. Adeline
immediately led the way to the dining
room, and in the bustle of serving tried
not to think how e^sy it was to dislike
an insolent-eyed woman at first glance.
Irene was insolent-eyed,- There was
no denying it. She was patronizing to
Adeline’s mother—a meek, little, faded
woman—who/ was promptly scared into
silence. She was almost rude to Ella,
whose gay tongue seemed to annoy her.
She was deliberately cold to Adeline.
And finally Harvey himself became ob
viously uncomfortable. Irene did not
like mayonnaise dressing nor fruit salad
nor veal chops in the middle of the
day. And she drank tea, but there was
only one brand that agreed with her. It
unfortunately didn’t happen to be the
brand, that Adeline served. And she
tasted a cheese wafer, then pointedly
laid it aside.
Ella’s eyes widened indignantly.
But her rudest shock came at the close
of the meal. “Why, this is real Clu
ny!” Trene said, in intense surprise.
Her glance said plainly “How does it
happen that you own it?” And then,
a trifle more graciously, she,said: “May
I ask where it came from? Or did you
make it? It is the kind I’ve been try
ing to find for a long time. That pat
tern is rare.” She looked at Adeline,
who did not answer. Where had Ella
got. that cloth? She had heard her say.
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She looked at Ella and her face flushed
betrayingly.
“Oh,” said Irene, smiling, “is it your
friend’s?”
“You needn’t have been such a
ninny as to give it away!” Ella had
upbraided Adeline afterward. “But you
always were no good at pretending”
Irene’s smile was the last degree of
insolence. Harvey flushed. He had been
silent for several minutes. Adeline
flushed more deeply. She looked at the
clock in the hall. Only 1:30. An hour
and a half more! She was sure that
Irene would count the spots of damaged
wall paper in the shabby parlor. Har
vey’s face was hard to read. It ex
pressed displeasure, but she couldn’t
tell at whom the displeasure was aimed.
She had lived nineteen years without,
him; she could live again the same way.
Across the shabby parlor she looked
coldly at him, at Irene, who was yawn
ing; even, though this last was unrea
sonable, at Ella. But she was too mis
erable to be just. And then the day,
which had been bad enough, promised
more misery and humiliation. Across
the weedy back yard came old Mrs.
Thorne, the laundress, scrubwoman and
general aid to tired housekeepers. Mrs.
Thorne had a social position all her
own, and a tongue whose clattering rev
elations no one could stop. Once she
had been rich and lived in the biggest
house in town. But her husband, an
ex-judge, drank himself to death and
left her in utter destitution. Adeline
stiffened at sight of her. She had
come to spend the afternoon, of course
Why couldn’t she have come yesterday
or waited till tomorrow? Her dress
was sloppy, slatternly, her hair boast
ed no intimacy with a comb.
She came in, friendly, smilinfi. jab
bering. As cordially as she could, Ade
line introduced her. Harvey had al
ready met her. Irene bowed coldly.
“Well, for the land’s sakes!” v said
Mrs. Thorne, “if it ain’t Irene! You
didn’t know that we were cousins, did
you! And to think that I might have
missed seeing you! ’Cause I had no
notion < f running in to see Addy’s ma
till a minute ago. You’re looking old.
Irene. Older’n you should. But, dear
me, I guess it's a good many years
since you used to run in and borrow
my best tablecloth because your beau
was coming. And then he never
asked you to marry him.”
Ella left the room. Adeline thought
that her shoulders heaved as she went
out. Irene’s full face flushed red*
veered to orange and maroon. Har
vey looked out the window hastily,
but Adeline was sure that there was
a smile on his face.
“We used to live in the same town
back east,” Mrs. Thorne confided to
Adeline. “That was before,” a bit
padly, “I came out west here. It’ll
apem real homelike to have some of
my relations in visiting distance. Did
Harvey write you that I lived here,
Irene?”
“I didn’t know it until last night,”
Harvey swung aroiind from the win
dow to say. His eyes were dancing.
“You haven’t congratulated me yet,
Irene! Before you go back to the de
pot tell Adeline whether I’ll make her a
good husband or not!”
“’Course he will,” broke in old
Mrs. Thorne. ‘But, it’ll skimp you
some, won’t it, Trene? Or does he still
suport you ?”
“Oh,” cried Irene, and her tone was
deseprate. “I’m sure you will be
happy! Harvey, isn’t it train time?”
“Never mind.” Harvey said after
ward to Adeline, and both were laugh
ing. “Irene can’t help it. And she
doesn’t live within frequent, visiting
distance.”
“I don’t care,’ - said Adeline, happily,
“as long as you don’t.”
MANKIND’S ATHEISTIC ALTRUISM
AND GODLESS HUMAMTARIANISM
BY BISHOP W. A. CANELEB.
W E hear much high-sounding
talk about “serving God and
humanity.” It by such
phrases men mean that they intend by
faith in God to live unselfishly towards
men we may well give cordial approval
to such expressions of altruistic pur
pose. But do the men who are most
addicted to the use of such language
mean to pursue unselfish lives among
men put of love for God? It is to be
feared that they do not. Many of them
mean nothing more than a pompous
declamation. Others mean to avow a
godless humanitarianism.
There is such a thing as an atheistic
altruism, and it is a very shallow and
unreliable sort of benevolence. The
moral influence of Christianity has so
penetrated all classes of people in
Christian lands that men who do not
accept Christ as their Lord and Master
are unable to escape utterly the force
of his ethical teachings. Even men
of the world dare not reject openly
His doctrine of service; they acknowl
edge that any worthy life must appear
in the earth “as one that serveth.”
But they have no thought of serving
God; they think only of serving man,
and of serving in the matter of bodily
wants alone. However generous and
admirable may appear the theory of
service, which such men hold, it is not
according to the Scriptures.
The holy men of whom we learn in
the pages of the Bible, lived their no
ble lives as servants of God. Their
devotion to their invisible Sovereign
was the supreme and overshadowing
characteristic of their lives. They
were not geo-centric in their move
ments; but they moved from a heaven
ly centre. They did all things as
“unto the Lord,” and not as unto men.
They were full of all merciful minis
tries to their fellowmen; but they put
forth such ministries under the impul
sion of love for God as the all-animat-
’ng motive of their toils and services.
They did not undertake to be what
the world calls “useful men; ” but they
aimed constantly at fulfilling the will
of God concerning them. They aspired
to saintliness rather than at a career
of mundane usefulness. Nevertheless
they did show forth the most amazing
fruitfulness in the matter of good done
for the benefit of others.
Take for example, the case of St.
Paul., We never find him talking of
“serving God and humanity.” No man
who has lived since Adam was ever
more abundant in labors for the "up
lifting of’ manhind,” than was the
Apostle to the Gentiles; but he never
calls himself the servant of men.
Writing to the Romans he describes
himself as “Paul, a servant of Jesus
Chirst,” and he begins his letter to
the Phillipians with the words, "Paul
and Timotheus, the servants of Jesus
Christ to all the saints in Christ Jesus
which are at Pbillipi.” In his epistle
to Titus, the greeting reads, “Paul a
servant of God and an apostle of Jesus
Christ, etc.”
This characterization of himself as
“a servant of God” is not a meaning
less and conventional formality with
him; it is quite without parallel or
precedent in the epistolary writings of
the Greeks and Romans. It was a
novel expression which he used to
set forth an idea not known to most
of his contemporaries. The thought of
his relation of a servant to God was a
controlling and dominant conception
with him; and it colored his whole
apostolic career. It was not absent
from him even in his most exciting
and trying experiences. On the deck
of a corn ship, about to be driven upon
the rocks of Malta, he calmed the
terror-stricken men about him with
these words, ”1 exhort you to he of
good cheer: for there shall be no loss
of any man's life among you, but of
ship. For there stood by me this night,
the angel of God, whose I am and
whom I serve, etc.” (Act xxxvii:22-25).
And this conception of being God’s
servant was not a mere barren senti
ment with him; it was a steadying
truth of the greatest practical value to
him. For one thing, it caused him to
view his life as a divinely ordered ca
reer, and, therefore, he was not ap
palled by the obstacles which he met
nor the sufferings which he endured;
he looked upon the most adverse con
ditions and painful circumstances as
a part of God's plan for him, and be
stood amidst them with the serenest
confidence and most cheerful courage.
In this he was rather different from
men who undertake a life of atheistic
altruism and try to do good to men
without reference to God. They go to
fihteir work with convulsive zeal in its
earlier stages, and lay it down at last
in a state of cynical despair and hope
less discouragement, crying as they go
to their graves "Vanity of Vanities! all
is vanity and vexation of the Spirit.”
He differs with them also in another
striking particular: While he serves
the whole world, he never seeks Its
patronge nor takes orders from it, as
the atheistic altruists are accustomed
to do. Writing to the Galatians, when
he felt called upon to resist a popular
clamor which was more or less preva
lent in some of the churches, he said,
“If I yet pleased men, I should not be
the servants of Christ.”
There is nothing more pitiful in our
day then the cringing spirit in which
some preachers and churches approach
the world. They seek its patronage,
and stand In its presence with hat in
hand ready to do its bidding.
They come with the Gospel, and the
godless world in effect says to them,
“Be gone with your poor gospel which
butters no parsnips! Go and bring
me something to eat and something to
wear and fix me a bath and raise my
wages, and then I may be disposed to
hear you talk about your religion.”
Instantly they hurry away to get the
things ordered, and as they go they be
gin to cry, “Social service! Social
service! That is the only gospel which
the world will take.” Such was not
the method of Paul, the Apostle to the
Gentiles, who did more to remove
the Ills of society in the first century
than any and all the men of his day.
Moreover, such was not the method
of Jesus. His life of boundless com
passion was beautifully described by
St. Peter, when he said of him, “He
went about doing good, and healing all
that were oppressed of the devil; for
God was tfrith him.” (Acts x:38). The
secret of his heavenly and beneficent
life was his constant care for the will
of God.
When Jesus was yet a boy of twelve
years of age, his heart was filled with
the thought of God’s will concerning
him, and he said to his Virgin Mother,
“Wist ye not that I must he about my
Father’s business!” Again, he said at a
later day, “I came down from heaven
to do the will of him that sent me.”
And yet again, “My meat is to do the
will of Him that sent me, and to finish
his work.” When he came to the end
of his life in the flesh, he said his
great high-priestly prayer, “I have glo
rified Thee on the earth: I have fin
ished the work which Thou gavest me
to do.”
The Christly life of servioe to God
is the most serviceable life to men.
We are too short-sighted to know what
will do the most good in the long run;
but when We geek to do God’s will, we
may be sure that we are doing what
will most bless mankind. How many
fruitless and futile schemes of atheis
tic altruism have appeared and failed
in our day. And others which are now
paraded as panaceas for all human ills,
are doomed to a like fate. They are
earth-born and earth-bound.
The programmes of atheistic altru
ism pass away; but the work of him
who doeth the will of God, abideth for
ever.
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9799—GIRLS’ COAT.
Cnut in 3 sizes, 8, 10, 12, 14 and 18
years. it requires 3U yards of 44-ineb
material for a 10-year size. Price 10c.
9797—CHILD S NIGHT DRAWERS.
Cut in r> sizes. 4, 8, 8. 10 and 12 years.
It requires 3 yards of 36-inch material for
a a In-year size. Price 10c.
9S15—A PRETTY FROCK FOR MOTHERS’
GIRL.
Cut in 5 sizes, 8, 10. 12, 14 and 18
years. It requires three yards of 44-lnch
material for a 10-year size. Price 10c.
9744-9809—LADIES' COSTUME.
Waist 07-14 cut iu sizes. 32, 34. 36.
38 rind 40 inches bust measure. Skirt
08co cut in r, slr.es. 22, 24, 28, 28 and 30
studies '\measure. It rlqulres 6 yards
«.f lf*-I:>eh hi ate rial for a medium size,
•'his cai 1 •; for two separate patterns; 10c
for each.
P795—DEE,S3 FO^ T.URSES AND SMALL
WOMEN.
Cut in 4 sizes. 14, 18, 17 and 18 years.
Tt requires 5 yards of 44-lnch material for
a 17-yettr size. Price 10c.