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K r THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1913. 5 - -OUAITRY . Home T ^AIWCTED BT JTftS XT. H.J'ELL'TCVt PRIZE “CORNERS” AND CANNERS FROM PICKENS COUNTY TIMELY TOPICS 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 ucation? GIRLS! M1 MOIST Try this! Hair gets thick, glossy, wavy and beautiful at once fmmediate?— Yes! Certain?—t.hnt s the joy of it. Your hair becomes light, wavy, fluffy, abundant and appears as soft, lustrous and beautiful as a young girl’s after a Dander!ne hair cleanse. JTist try this—moisten a cloth with a little Danderine and carefully draw it through your hair, takiug one small s’raud at a time. This will cleanse the nair of dust, dirt or excessive oil. and in just a few- moments you have doubled the beauty of jour hair. A delightful surprise awaits those whose hair has been neglected or is scraggy, faded, dry, brittle or thin. Besides beautifying the hair, Danderine dissolves every particle of dandruff; cleanses, purifies and invig orates the scalp, forever stopping ‘tch- ing and falling hair, but what will please you most will be after a few weeks use, when you see new hair—fine and downy at first—yes—but really new hair growing all over the scalp. If you care for pretty, soft nair, and lots of it, surely get a 25 cent bottle of Knowl- ton’s Danderine from any drug store or toilet counter and just try it—(Advt.) The Pickens county delegation Canning clubs exhibit and eighth —Staff Pboto by Winn. to the corn show as it appeared on the steps of the st^te capitol last week. This county took first prize in the Girls’ prize in the Corn clubs’ exhibit. 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. v *4 “I dout’ care,” said Adeline. Five leading cooking authorities all recommend Cottolene Marion Harland Mrs. Sarah Tyson Rorer Mrs. Helen Armstrong Mrs. Mary J. Lincoln and Lida Ames Willis have written a wonderful new book ,. of recipes and cooking hints called { |i|lj j! ji! “HOME HELPS.” The chapters on \ ijii'j “How to Measure,” “Tables of Compar 1 -'".-!,! 11 ative Measures,” “Time Table for Cook ing,” etc., are alone well worth We will send it to you FREE. '' |,l!l ^ *§! & lit:!..:-!!!!!!!!!:-;-—iii:- 1 mk ■.! !! ill i. "*7.. b'n;;1$* ) y'ln \ Cottolene* The recipes are practical for every-day use, and illustrate the use of and value of Cottolene. Cottolene goes much farther than any other cooking fat or shortening. Saves money because it is economical; always insures digestible food. til! I ' J» '» I n:»••i;iiitiitni lll ifii| j I Drop a postal today for your copy of HOME HELPS,” and order Cottolene from your Grocer. ill HI „ /"Y*- m : he - n aFAIRBAMK company] CHICAGO / I 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. 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