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“O wad somepow’r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us."
fl In suppressing the cannon-
Quiet cracker chump and the tin-
Christmas ’^* ot s Christmas
* season,Mayor Collier has laid
the sensible people of our community un
der an everlasting debt of gratitude.
There are a certain number of individuals
in Atlanta who believe earnestly that the
proper way to celebrate the birthday of
the Prince of Peace is to raise as big a row
as possible. This contingent is the princi
pal prop of the big tin-horn and cracker
industry, and for many years past it has
made the holy Christmas-tide a hideous
nightmare to everybody possessing a set
of nerves. Last Christmas was generally
admitted to be the most audible on re
cord. It was ushered in by the roar of
Chinese bombs,and all day long the shud
dering air was split by the wails and
shrieks of innumerable instruments of
torture well calculated to render total deaf
ness a blessing and a boon. Tin horns,
on that delightful occasion, budded and
blossomed in unheard-of dimensions. It
was no unusual thing to see them six feet
long. Such a machine was usually car
ried on the shoulder of one idiot while its
business’end was inserted in the counte
nance of another. There was no compli
cated shading of notes in the bellow it
emitted, but for a plain, simple, yet demo
niac uproar it undoubtedly carried off the
palm over all competitors.
Now Mayor Collier has declared that
all this must stop. There is nothing the
matter with the law. It covers the ground
very fully, but like numerous other excel
lent enactments it has been allowed to
become a dead letter for so many years
that few people were aware of its bare
existence. The mayor’s proclamation
will meet the indorsement of every lady
whose opinion is worth a tinker’s d.
When the public caught its breath and
recovered its composure after the horrors
of last Christmas, a vehement protest
arose from all directions. It was urged
that the noise and excitement should be
turned loose on the Fourth of July, and
that the genial Yule-tide be reserved for a
gentler celebration. This struck thinking
people so favorably that several prominent
merchants offered to contribute substan
tial sums toward a subscription to be
used in the purchase of fireworks for a
public display on the glorious Fourth, and
the LOOKING Glass is convinced that
there would be no difficulty whatever in
raising a sufficient amount to insure the
finest pyrotechnic exhibition ever seen in
The purpose of this would be to “get
things started,” but now that the mayor
has issued his pronunciamento of peace, it
is more than likely that the gunpowder
end of the celebration will be unanimously
and naturally transferred to Independence
Day, where it belongs. Then the young
people who wish to blow off their surplus
patriotism and a few hands and feet can
do so without shocking the sensibilities or
rupturing the tympanums of other people.
On Congress has appropriated
th? $200,000 for the relief of the
Klondike starvin S miners on the Yu
kon, and strenuous efforts
are about to be made to rush sev
eral thousand tons of provisions into the
ice-locked camp. The United States
army will undertake the task of trans
portation, and a reindeer train will be
pressed into service to convey the packs
over the snowbound passes. Already
contracts are being made for the supplies
and the troops of several northwestern
posts are under marching orders.
All this activity has been induced by
truly harrowing news from the Alaska
Eldorado. Dawson City, which is the
nearest point to the diggings, is congested
with the tremendous influx of fortune
hunters, most of whom came unprepared
to live through the winter. When the
gold excitement was in its incipiency, the
government issued a bulletin warning all
who proposed entering the region to carry
with them at least a thousand pounds of
provisions per man. This precaution was
ignored and a vast army of adventurers
poured through the rock-ribbed Chilcoot
during the last days of fall, supplied with
barely enough food to see them to the
camp. At present they constitute the
principal sufferers. The last news re
ceived from the district is now a little
over a month old, and it constitutes as
tragic and dramatic a story as ever ema
nated from the pen of a novelist. At that
time all the general stores, four in num
ber, had been closed and barricaded.
They claimed to have sold out everything
except a meagre supply for the proprietors
themselves, but in the opinion of the hun
gry and desperate miners, this was only
a ruse to sell a hidden stock at fabulous
prices when they were at their worst.
This belief was so widespread that there
was every probability that a mob would
be formed to break into the stores and
search for the buried food. The town of
Dawson was then in the hands of a “vig
ilance committee” which had already tried
and shot two men for stealing provisions.
This tragic episode becomes all the more
extraordinary when one remembers that
almost every cabin in the place contains
thousands of dollars in gold dust and nug
gets left totally unguarded, and not one
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ounce of which had ever been stolen. It
was a situation in which bread was
actually worth its weight in gold.
Practical people will probably have some
difficulty in seeing why the government
should spend hundreds of thousands of
dollars and imperil the lives of a consid
erable part of its meagre army to bring
relief to a mob of foolhardy adventurers
who rushed into peril in the face of every
imaginable warning. The question, how
ever, is one of pure humanity and the
world at large will certainly applaud the
promptitude with which Congress acted
upon receipt of the disastrous news.
WALTER HOWARD’S CAREER.
Remarkable Success of an Atlanta Boy
in New York.
In a letter to his brother, who lives in
Atlanta, Walter Howard tells of his ap
pointment to the post of night city editor
of the Journal.
Walter Howard is known to nearly
everybody in Atlanta, having lived here
the larger portion of his life. He comes of
a long line of aristocratic ancestors, and
his father’s family have been prominent
in the history of the State for many gen
He is still a very young man —barely
twenty-eight—and has been in active
newspaper work about nine years. At
the age of eighteen, when he was a stu
dent at the Moreland Park Military Acad
emy, he conceived the idea of establishing
a small weekly paper which should be de
voted to the interests of the younger set
in this city. The writer, who was some
four or five years Howard’s junior, owned
a small lever press, and on this the first
sheet was printed. The paper was called
the Enterprise, and soon made a hit among
the boys and girls of Atlanta.
Finally the printing-press became too
small, and it was disposed of and a larger
one purchased. At that time the Enter
prise was the only amateur weekly paper
published in the country, and it soon at
tracted a good deal of attention in amateur
journalistic circles. Exchanges poured in
from all parts of the country, and the En
terprise was given a good deal of gratuitous
advertising in numerous Eastern and
Western college publications. The Con
stitution and Journal also made comments
on the paper, the latter devoting nearly
half a column to it on the editorial page.
About this time the Eastern Amateur
Press Association met in Philadelphia, and
Howard, who had but recently joined,
was elected vice-president.
The success of the diminutive sheet
was such that every boy in Atlanta who
had a printing-press and a font of type
forthwith launched a paper on the journal
istic sea. Several of these flourished for
a time and then died by slow degrees.
The Enterprise remained in existence for a
year or more, at the end of which time
Howard, having completed his course at
school, accepted a position on the Atlanta
When the Fitzsimmons-Maher fight
was pulled off in New Orleans, Howard
was on the scene and reported the affair
in first-class style. A year or so later he
was made city editor, and remained at
that post until he decided to go to New
York. Once in Gotham he soon secured
a job on the Journal and rose with a
rapidity that is nothing less than phenom
enal. As night city editor he occupies
one of the most responsible positions in
the country. There is really no telling
where he may land within the next year
or so. S. J. O.
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