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THE TBI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, Atlanta, Ga.
What Students Do Not Know
Concerning Current History
EVEN the aost favored groups of young
Americans are drolly and withal sadly
deficient in knowledge of current his
tory, if the results of a test issued by the Re
view of Reviews may be taken as representa
tive. To some two hundred thousand stu
dents in colleges, high schools and grammar
schools the country over were submitted lists
of simple questions about persons and issues
figuring notably in the life of the times. In
the seventeen thousand five hundred answers
returned, college Juniors and Seniors, it ap
pears, scored highest, but their average was
only sixty per cent, while that of college
Freshmen was only fifty-three. Fifty-three
it also is for high school graduating classes.
“Os ten tnousand high school students fifteen
hundred in the second term of the third year
did the best, earning fifty-fiye per cent, while
twenty-nine hundred high school Freshmen
averaged only thirty-five per cent; for twen
ty-two hundred and fifty grammar school se
niors the average was forty-two per cent,
while fifteen hundred seventh grade pupils
earned thirty per cent.” The average for
all seventeen thousand five hundred answers
returned was forty-four per cent.
Alice herself did not discover in Wonder
land such whimsies and freaks as these ad
venturing young minds report of the work-a
day world, They variously represent Mr.
Samuel Gompers as ‘‘a poet,” as ‘‘minister to
Japan,” as ‘‘head of the strikers,” and as
“civil service commissioner.” Senator Henry
Cabot Lodge is written down as an ‘‘advocate
of spiritualism,” and also as ambassador to
England; among twenty-seven high school se
niors in a New England town the seinor sena
tor from Massachusetts was known to but
seven. Charles E. Hughes is identified as
having been “President Wilson’s private sec
retary” who now “wants to conquer Russia. ’
Sinn Fein is “a gang of mysterious men,” and
“a party of people in Russia trying to gain
power.” The Knox peace resolution provides
for “a reduced navy,” “international disarma
ment,” and “abstinence from foreign affairs.”
The last two amendments to the Federal
Constitution are described as having brought
us “railroads, steamships, paved streets and
restricted immigration.”
It is not to lack of intelligence, but to
lack of instruction and reading, that such de
ficiencies are mainly to be charged. Schools
there are whose students answered correctly
and with understanding most of the impor
tant questions in the test. Where current
events are rightly taught, whether in class
room or through table talk, they beget an
interest which itself becomes richly educa
tive and which is highly essential to good
citizenship. History of yesterday and of ten
thousand years ago lights up the life and
problems of today, so that study of the past
is a practical, an invaluable aid to under
standing of the present. But just as truly
does the proper study of today illuminate
the decades, the centuries and the ages gone.
Boys and girls will understand Pericles and
Cleon far better from keeping up with the
news of their own town’s and their own na
tion’s politics, just as they will see more
clearly into the issues of the hour through
knowledge of what befell and of what men
thought in the far-oc yet ever potent times
from which this hour is descended. Certainly,
then, an educational program which ignores
current history will do but half-hearted jus
tice to history’s larger prospects, and will,
miss moreover, one of the great aims of true
education —preparedness for the duties and
problems of citizenship.
Touching the blankness and confusion of
mind betrayed in so many of the answers
to the Review of Reviews test, the Institute
of Public Service (New York City) observes
that certain practical conclusions “seem to
lie near the surface.” It is apparent, for
one thing, that “unless schools teach current
events, young people while getting an educa
tion will put off, until after their school days,
learning how to study them.” It is equally
evident, this authority thinks, that merely
reading or hearing about current events,
“without being tested on what is understood
and digested, will leave the students con
fused and helpless in thinking about vital
public questions.” Where current events are
studied and tested, however, young Ameri
cans can be taught easily enough to read
the important doings of the day intelligently,
with enjoyment and with profit for the years
to come. Further, “what thousands of teach
ers are already trying and what hundreds of
teachers are already doing well, two hun
dred thousand teachers in upper grades, high
schools and colleges, can do so well that
whatever else graduates may lack, they will
not lack training in an analysis of the mov
ing-picture of current events.” If schools
and firesides will give more attention to this
lively province of education, there will be
more of clear and competent thinking at the
polls, and a fairer outlook for democracy.
Editorial Echoes
Thurber, No Rain. —Headline. It doesn’t
do any good to swear about it. —Arkansas
Gazette.
The railroads are indubitably getting into
better financial shape. • Two stations were
robbed in one day.—San Francisco Chronicle.
And now the United States senate has gone
and recessed for a month, before ratifying
that treaty, thus leaving us still at war with
Germany. Horrible! —Richmond Times Dis
patch.
IRh, Al LAMA IRLWEEiiLk JOLK.XAL.
THE EDITOR’S DESK
Maybe the fact tha teverybody’s enemy, the
boll weevil, is now not an uncommon sight in
Atlanta’s stores and skyscrapers, adds interest
to a communication just received by the edi
tor of The Tri-Weekly Journal from Rufus
R. Duffey, Mountain Oak Farm, Carrollton,
Georgia. |
Mr. Duffey explains that he is an invalid
and has never had any schooling, but his
letter is so saturated with common sense and
sane optimism that it is published exactly
as it was written down in Carroll county.
Here it is:
Say Mr. Farmer, What might be your Truble?
I notice you go stooped, Almost Double,
Haven’t you either meat, meal or Flour?
The face you wear, do look long and Sour,
Come Rest in the shade of this old oak Tree,
While your trubles you can safely tell to me.
Now, just be frank, and tell off Hand,
And perhaps away out for you I may plan,
Oh, no! There can't really be no way out,
It’s a life time trouble there is no Doubt,
I am a cotton farmer, deep in Debt,
And only a fourth of a crop will I get,
The weevils. They sure to goodness got,
All but a little of the very bottom Crop,
And now on this they are making a pull,
To leave us nothing but an empty Hull,
Each one of the family, in need of Clothes,
And what we are to do, God only Knows,
While those whome I owe Realy won’t Care,
If they can only manage from me to Tear,
The little produce I have costly made,
My family and I. They will leave to wade,
Thru Dark and Cold wintery days to Come,
Without sufficient Clothing, Food or Home,
There can not be any sunshine, only woe,
Should they my food take for what I owe,
We have all worked hard and lived the same,
And how on we, can they lay the Blame,
If only a chance, They would give me Yet,
I would Honestly them pay my every Debt,
These weevils have ruined me, sure I am
Gone,
Nothing will be left for to call my very Own,
Cheer up, I am a cotton former, a fool my
self,
And with you I will agree we are left,
But beyond the clouds, The sun is shining,
And nothing will be gained by our whining.
So cheer up and streighten out your face, .
Get in readiness for a good long Race,
Make all your steps, as spry as you can.
Don’t be a weaklin, but be a real man,
And as to these weevils, try not to blame,
For by a higher power, they have surely
came,
And they may prove our friends in Disguise,
Sent here to open us farmers blind eyes,
To help the farmer and his dear spouse,
Make food for their hungry childrens mouths,
And I for one do honestly and truely Believe,
That it’s out of mans power away to a Cheeve
Any way these weevils, for him to Disband,
And exterminate from this old Cotton land,
That they were sent here no doubt to Bring,
A hault in that cotton gamblers ring,
To save the old farmer, likewise his wife,
And many who are helpless from a famished
life,
Not on the merchant will he wholly Depend,
And pray the Banker, him money to lend,
That cotton another year he might make,
For the gambler and speculator from him
Take,
To leave him and family helpless and a Lone,
Without sufficient clothing, food or a Home,
Never once giving this one personal That,
Tho the farmer and his family he left with
naut,
An bld cotton fool, were really once our
Name,
But Thankfull am I, It never can be so Again,
We will leave o- cotton and more feed Grow.
Then to the speculator we will plainly show,
That another chanel, he must undoubtedly
Take,
And something besides cotton use for a stake,
That Dixie is no longer, A land of Cotton,
And in the near future will be for goten,
Women and Children won’t need for Bread,
And the poor old farmer, In the fall Dread,
The Banker and merchant whoes goods he
used,
And leave him nothing, but a case of Blues,
Mr. Weevil, allow me your hand to shake,
For you are our friend, there is no mistake,
Yours I am, most sincerely, and truely True,
Ready and waiting to assist you Thru,
Rufus R. Duffey, won’t do you no Harm,
You may nest in the Hay up in the Barn,
God speed to yon my dear weevil Friend,
I wish you well for ever more. A men.
—By Rufus R. Duffey, Mountain Oak Farm,
Carrollton, Ga.
-- . . /
As to “Pre-War" Prices
WILL prices return to their pre-war
level? Most of the millions who
ask the question do not pause to
consider just what “pre-war level” denotes.
The year 1913 is commonly taken as a basis
for comparison, and prices are said to be re
ceding or advancing as they move toward or
away from the market values then prevail
ing. It is sometimes assumed, moreover,
that the advances which came after 1913 are
chargeable entirely to the war and that
peace, consequently, should cancel by dimes
and dollars all those additions to the coun
try’s living-costs.
But this view leaves out of account the im
portant fact that the ccst of living was on
the increase before tho world disaster of
1914 befell, and had been steadily on the in
crease for well-nigh two decades. An econ
omist writng for the Washington Herald
presents an enlightening summary of devel
opments in the retail prices of food from
1890 to 1921. In the following table the year
1913 represents 100:
189070 1910 93
189567 1913100
190069 1915101
190576 1920203
It is thus evident that the rate of advance
in retail prices was less than one point a year
in the period 1895-1905, but that in the en
suing three years it grew to more than two
points a year. Had this rate obtained from
1913 to 1921, says the Herald economist,
“the present level, determined by normal in
crease, would be somewhere near 125 on the
basis of 100 for 1913.”
Now it so happens that standard prices in
the United States stood at about 140 in June
of the current year. There were some in
creases in the two following months, caused
by seasonal shifts in supply and demand, but
none of a highly significant nature. Appar
ently, then, we are not far from what may be
called a normal if not “pre-war” level. Fac
tors that made for inflation have been dealt
decisive blows; but “basic cost” factors, as
economists term them, factors which were
operative before the war and independently
of any special interest, continue at work.
SMILE A WHILE
Grate troubles loom.
The Greek war dance is a Turkey trot.
One who butts in is usually the goat.
All bad actors are not on the stage.
Don’t try to write a best seller; he one!
Winter will eradicate the bathing suit evil.
Easy Street leads to the poorhouse or the
jail.
Falling in love and in debt are about the
same.
Love may be blind, but it can see an ex
pensive car.
TO IMPRESS OTHERS
By H. Addington Bruce
THERE is just one way to make other
people feel that one really amounts
to something. That way is to busy
one’s sell capably and self-forgetting I ’/ ui
useful v.oik.
Those who do no work at all need never
hope, no matter how wealthy they may be,
to impress others with the idea that they
are “somebodies.”
Idling luxuriously, making a great show
in their manner of living, they may indeed
succeed in ar using envious sentiments. And
from sheer self interest others may treat
them flatteringly.
But let them not for a moment delude
themselves into imagining that they actual
ly are regarded as superior beings.
Always the acid test, “How useful are
you?” is being applied to them, consciously
or unconsciously. And their obvious use
lessness creates a contempt which not even
the most zealous of their flatterers can al
ways hide.
A look, a word, a gesture from time to
time reveals to them the painful truth—
that at heart they are looked down upon, not
up to; are despised, not esteemed.
Nor is it any avail to attempt to impress
one’s great worth.
Boasting is always looked upon with sus
picion, and rightly so. Nobody boasts ex
cept the man who knows in his soul that he
does not amount to much, and is desperately
anxious to Conceal this knowledge from him
self as well as from others.
He may, to he sure, so effectually fool
himself as to become arrogantly conceited.
But himself is the only person he fools. Oth
ers are only amused by his desperate ef
forts to make a favorable impression.
They know that true worth shows itself in
deeds, not in words. They know, too, that
true worth is always content to let its deeds
determine its appraisal.
True worth, for that matter, gives no
thought to the appraisal of others. True
worth is concerned only with doing worthy
deeds worthily. It is its own severest critic
and judge.
But always it has its reward, not merely
in greater happiness, but in the esteem which
the conceited, the boastful and the gilded
do-nothings forever see eluding their anx
ious grasp. “There is a man who does
things. There is a man worth while,” is
the spontaneous verdict of the public, a ver
dict the do-nothings and the do-littles never
receive.
“ ’Tis deeds must win the prize,” as
Shakespeare wrote. And with the proverb
makers one may add, “Great soul, great
deeds.”
Be not deceived into believing otherwise.
If you would win and hold the good opin
ion of mankind, work. Give to your work
the best that is in you. And strive day after
day to make that best better.
Then you need never doubt the impress
you will leave on other people.
MIRACLES
By Dr. Frank Crane
The world is full of them. Life is crowded
with them. In fact, it is a wholly miraculous
v/orld, and life itself is the greatest of all
miracles.
Vutipying one Irish potato and makirlg a
dozen out of it, by putting it in the ground, is
quite as amazing as he mutiplication of the
loaves and fishes.
And what Hindoo trick can equal the farmer’s,
who takes a handful of wheat and scatters it
on the good brown earth and by and by comes
back and reaps a bushel?
Turning water into wine was a thing that
surprised the guests at the wedding in Cana,
but is it any more astounding than to stick a
dry twig in the ground and make it bear grapes
from which wine is pressed?
There are no infidels. Infidel is just a
polemic term. It is an epithet we use in the
game of arguing, which, as other games, is
diverting but arrives nowhere.
Everybody believes in God, though he may
not use that name.
God is simply a label which we apply to that
mysterious Someone or Something that is be
hind, and causes those htings we call Forces.
Whoever plants a seed, begets a child, sends
a telegram or drives an automobile, believes in
Force he can use, but the nature thereof he in
•no degree understands.
We sre all handling Mystery every moment.
The great Spirit brushes against us at every
turn.
We sink at night into the miracle of sleep
and at morning greet the miracle of reviving
consciousness, which is quite as wonderful is
jcing born.
We take food, and lean on God to perform
the miracle of changing it into bone and musrle.
The doltor gives us pills which miraculously
allay ohr fever.
Two younglings meet in Spring and lo! the
miracle of love trembles along their veins.
More piracies go in Edison’s workship than
would fill two New Testaments.
A morning glory seed is taken from the
clasped hand of a mummy and sprouts after a
thousand years.
A message is written in New oYrk and simul
taneously it is reproduced in Paris, by mea is
of wireless telegraphy.
A woman wiht a broken heart goes to her
closet and cries out to the Infinite; she comes
out brave, serene, at peace. What hand has
m laid upon her soul?
Out of mystery we come through the gates
of birth; into mystery we go through the door
of death; and all the days of our transit we
have never left the skirts of mystery.
Miracles?
A wise man said that fools wonder at the
unusual; wise men at the usual.
(Copyright, 1921, byFran k Crane.)
QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
The annual inspection of the territorial
battalion had taken place, and had passed
off satisfactorily, or was about to pass off
satisfactorily.
The band formed up, and the bandmajor
gave the order to march. The musicians
struck up a lively air, and stepped off
briskly.
On the left of the front rank, however,
there was a player of the big bass horn, and
aftei marching a little way this man sudden
ly stopped playing and stood still.
Naturally thi- maneuver threw the com
rades moving behind h’m in confusion.
“Move on, man!” roared the bandmajor.
“March! What on earth are you waiting
for?”
“Be aisy, sir, be aisy,” replied the bass
horn player. “I’ve got fifteen bars rest!”
The stranger in New York gazed at the
magnificent hotel. “A remarkable building,”
he commented.
“Waal, yes; and I may say, sir, that I
helped to build it,” said the guide. “One
day, while working about 500 feet up, I
slipped. Even now I can hear the shrieks
of the people below. I thought my last hour
had come, when my trousers caught in a
friendly nail. The position vas dangerous,
and it was an hour before T was rescued.
“When pay day came along I found that
my money was short, so I went to the cash
ier. ‘See here,’ I sai I, ‘my pay’s short this
week. . How’s that?’ ‘Oh. - he replied,
‘they’vd docked you for the time you were
hanging* on the nail.’ ”
DOROTHY DIX TALKS—PERSONAL LIBERTY
BY DOROTHY DIX
THERE is nothing more curious than
this: That the one boon in life that
each of us craves above all other bless
ings is personal liberty, yet the one thing
that we are most loath to accord to others
is this same personal liberty that we desire
so ardently for ourselves.
Riches, success, love, they are dust and
ashes in our teeth without freedom. What
is money worth if we cannot spend it as we
individually choose to gratify our individual
whims and taste? What a mockery the
plaudits of the world if some tyrant behind
the scenes is crushing all the joy out of ex
istence for us! What sweetness is there in
love that binds us baud and foot with a thou
sand silk fetters!
We all know this. We have all felt this
in a bitterness of soul beyond speech. We
know that no slave, however pampered, is
happy, and that when we rob those about us
of their personal liberty that there is no ade
quate atonement that we can make to them
for their loss, but our desire to boss is so
great that we go on devasting the lives of
even our best beloved. We will give them
anything but freedom. We will make anj r
sacrifice for them except the sacrifice of let
ting them do their own way, instead of mak
ing them do ours.
This is the real fly in the ointment of
matrimony. This is the secret of the increase
in divorce. This is what’s the matter with
domesticity generally; this is the answer to
the conundrum of why children leave home,
and why brothers and sisters so often fly to
the uttermost ends of the earth to get as far
from each other as possible.
When the average man and woman get
married they are in love with each other, and
they go into matrimony in good faith, in
tending to try to make a “go” of it, and es
tablish a happy home. One out of twelve of
these marriages ends in the divorce court,
and most of the remainder degenerate into
an endurance contest. Very few are suc
cessful from the point of view of bringing any
well being and contentment to either hus
band or wife.
Yet the men and the woman are fine, up
right, honorable, intelligent people. Nobody
can explain why they couldn’t get along to
gether, nor why their love perished so soon.
It is because neither one was willing to
accord the other any personal liberty, and
Cupid simply turns up his toes and dies in
the air of a jail. And the prison atmosphere
is particularly fatal in these days when the
breath of liberty is the very breath of life
to us all, and when without it we had rather
be dead than alive.
A man has been accustomed to being his
own master, to going and coming as he
pleased, to eating what he liked, to having
his hair cut the way he fancied, and to wear
ing the clothes he preferred. He gets mar
ried and the very first thing his wife does
is to take his latch key away from him, and
to put him through a third degree about
CLIMBING THE ENCHANTED MESA—By Frederic J. Haskin
WASHINGTON, D. C., Sept. 3.—The
Enchanted Mesa, out in New Mexico,
was recently climbed for the third
time, so far as the records show, and for the
first time without any other apparatus than
a rope.
The Enchanted Mesa is one of the many
mysteries of the Southwest. It stands a
few miles from the pueblo of Acoma in a
vast stretch of semi-arid wilderness—a coun
try of gently rolling hills timbered with pinon
and cedar. Many mesas —that is, plateaus—
rise above the level of this country, but the
Enchanted Mesa is different from the others.
It is, in fact, a thing unique. It rises to
a height of 430 feet above the surrounding
country, and has a perfectly flat top about
the size of a large farm. The walls are so
steep that there is only one place where an
ascent has ever been attempted, and there
a sheer cliff 40 feet high must be scaled.
This singular rock stands up out of the des
ert like a great ship from the sea, out-topping
everything for miles around.
But the thing which awakens most interest
in it is the existense of traditions, supported
by bits of pottery, ax heads and other remains
found on and about the mesa, that many
years ago, before white men same to Amer
ira, there was a primitive city of Pueblo In
dians on the top of it. This desolate rock
was once the Gibraltar of the Southwest. It
was an impregnable stronghold from which
the sedentary Indians, who were on the way
to a civilization of their own, the ancestors
of the present Pueblos, defied the Navajos,
Apaches and other nomads. In the primi
tive warfare of that day, the Enchanted Mese
was probably a fort which could never be
taken except by starving the inhabitants out.
A Laborious Life
They paid a heavy price in labor for .heir
safety, however. Every drop of water used
had to be carried up over 400 feet in jugs on
the heads of women. It is probable that wells
or reservoirs were made on the crest, where
enough water could be stored to resist a
siege. All of the corn and beans and other
food of the Indians was raised in little val
leys several miles away, and this, too, had
to be carried to the top of the mesa, and
enough of it stored there to make the inhabi
tants safe in case of attack.
All of this is conjecture, of course, and the
flaw in the whole theory lies in the fact that
there is at present no trail to the top of the
mesa at all. The Indian belief Is that a trail
once existed, and that a landslide wiped it
out, making the abandonment of the mesa
necessary. The top of it has been swept by
wind and rain so long and so thoroughly that
it is now very difficult to find a vestige of the
life that once crowned the mesa; but when it
was ascended in 1897 by Dr. W. F. Hodges,
of the Bureau of Ethnology, be found bits of
pottery, ax-heads and other artifacts which
seemed to prove conclusively the truth of the
Indian belief that the mesa once was inhab
ited.
The first ascent of which we can find a
record was made in 1896 by Professor Wil
liam Libbey, of Princeton. Impressed by the
steepness and height of the mesa,- this gentle
man provided himself with a life-saving ap
paratus, including a mortar, with which he
shot a rope Uear over the mesa and pulled
himself and his party to the top. Dr. Hodges
did not believe such elaborate apparatus was
necessary. He took to the ground a leng
ladder in several sections and reached the top
without much trouble.
The ascent made last summer was unique
in that nothing but a rope was used, and that
the expedition was initiated by women, three
of whom reached the top.
A Daring Climb
Misses Hicky and Fergusson are two young
women of Albuquerque, N. M., who make a
proses ion of conducting parties about the
country, explaining to them its historical and
scenic interest. Their motto is to take any
one anywhere he wants to go, so that when
someone suggested the top of the Enchanted
Mesa as a testination, they immediately
agreed to make the attempt. They enlisted
the aid of Richard P. Woodson, a young Al
buquerque business man, who is addicted to
attempting he unusual and has a reputa
tion for nerve and agility. He is the only
man who has ever navigated the Rio Grande
in a canoe, and now he adds to this the dis
tinction of being the only man who ever
climbed the Enchanted Mesa bare-handed. He
surveyed the face of the cliff for a few min
utes, and then started up, climbing a fissure
by cutting toe-holds as he went. There was
one point at which the spectators thought a
fall was inevitable, and Woodson says that
he, at the time, agreed with them, but he
THLRsDAL, L, HhJJL.
where he has been, and what he hab done,
and whom he has seen every time he conies
home.
She sits in judgment on his food and tells
him how bad everything he likes is for his
stomach. She turns his old friends out of
the house and installs new ones. She buys
his neckties and makes him wear his hair
the way she thinks is becoming, and he find®
that he has just as much liberty as Fid#
has when his mistress takes him out on ’.he
end of a leash.
A girl gets married. She also has been
free to follow her own inclinations. Perhaps
she has been a business girl. She has had
her own pocketbook. She has gone to the
places of amusement she fancied. She has
been esteemed of sufficient intelligence to
join such clubs as appealed to her, and to
generally order her own life along the lines
she desired.
But she finds that husband thinks that
home is a combination harem and work
house. She must beg his permission to go
to places. She must ask for what money
she needs. She can’t have any innocent
friendships with other men. She can’t even
go to the movies if he augustly disapproves.
Is it any wonder that these two people
rebel against the intolerable conditions they
force on each other? Is it strange that they
come to hate each other, because each sees
in the other a tyrant who is trying to re
duce him or her to slavery? Is it a marvel
that those who have the courage end such
prison sentence by divorce.
Look at the widows and widowers about
you. How often they are almost indecently
reconciled to their loss. It is because, for
the first time in fifteen or twenty years, they
are enjoying the privilege of doing a single
thing they wanted to, or of godng to a place
without asking some one’s permission, or
having to offer an explanation afterwards of
why they did it.
Parents are equally tyrannical to their
children. In the majority of homes a battle
royal rages perpetually in which the parents
fight tooth and nail for absolute- dominion
over their children, and the children strug
gle frantically for self-determination.
Os course, little children must be con
trolled, but parents never realize that their
sons and daughters grow up and come to
have a right to their own lives, and so father
and mother never give them an inch of per
sonal liberty until the children achieve It by
leaving home.
You could stop divorce, you could stop
family spats and bickering, you could kSep
the children at home if you wo-uld only ac
cord to other people the right to do as they
please, and hold their own opinions—if you
would only give them a little personal liberty.
Try it and see it work!
(Copyright, 1921, by the Wheeler Syndicate,
finally reached the top, carrying a rope. All
of the party, including three women, ascend
ed by this rope. They were accompanied by
one Indian from Acoma, named Henry John
son, who had never been on the mesa before,
although he .s born in sight of it. he had
always regarded the ascent as? l impossible.
Such a feat by women is not as unusual
in the Southwest as it would be considered
in the East. Down in that country women
seem to have taken all outdoors as their
province. It is hardly an exaggeration to say
that when you get outside towns, which
are few and small, nearly half the women you
see have on trousers. Riding breeches and
puttees have become an almost conventional
garb for women in the West. They ride, fish,
tramp and camp out just as the men do. It
is surprising how the women take to the hills
and to horseback.
Some scientists say that women are more
primitive and closer to Nature than men.
This would seem to be borne out by the fact
that often women from the East adjust them
selves to the outdoor life more easily and
seem to like it better than their men folks.
Woman’s place is doubtless still in the home,
but if the is young and has pep, she certainly
does enjoy getting out of it.
REFLECTIONS OF A BACHELOR
GIRL
BY HELEN ROWLAND
Every woman wants love as a steady diet—
a man regards it merely as life’s condiment.
The average woman doesn’t feel that she
has had her share of life’s thrills, unless she
has been “just saved” from temptation, two
or three times.
Alas, it is so much easier for a woman to
find a man who would be willing to “leave
home” for her, than it is to find one who
would be willing to stay home for her.
' A lady psychic has inside information that
the next world is simply filled with feminine
“vampires.” L ell, we always knew there
was SOME reason why so many angels were
pictured as blondes!
Every woman is a “martyr” by divine
right. If she isn’t suffering for a man, she
is renouncing something’ for him. And if
she isn’t doing either, she’s suffering be
cause she has no man to suffer for.
“There is no sense in love,” writes a cynic.
Os course there isn’t. If you try to put any
sense into it, it ceases to be love—and be
comes boredom.
To impress a man with your brilliant
judgment, don’t try to prove to him that
three and three make six; just agree with
him that they make seven, and tell him how
beautifully his hair waves back from his
forehead.
Most of the unhappiness between a hus
band and wife arises, not from their faults,
but from their mutual determination to
CURE each other’s faults.
The sweetest things in a woman’s life are
her “yesterdays”—the sweetest things in a
man’s, are his ■“tomorrows.”
Copyright, 1921, by The Wheeler News
paper Syndicate.
September’s Bright Skies
“September always ..rings bright skies, but
they seem a little brighter than usual since
we received the news that the price of cotton
has begun to advance materially,” says the
Macon News.
And the higher the price of cotton, the
brighter the skies.
A Patriotic Decision
“Having owned one of Henry Ford’s tin
lizzies,” sayt> Editor J. R. Marks, of the Tal
lapoosa Journal, “and in view of the fact that
his local agent runs an ad in the paper each
week, we hat. decided not to bid against an
old friend like him on the Muscle Shoals
property. He ought to appieciate our stay
ing out of Lis way and influence his local
agent to keep on advertising.”
Now that is what we call real patriotism
and John H nry hasten lo express
Around the World
Tri-Weekly News Flashes From All Over
the Earth.
Plot in Hungary
The discovery of a secret organization plot
ting a revolution in Hungary is announced by
the police.
Fifty-six arrests have been made and pa
pers confiscated which, the police say, prove
the connection of the organization with for
eign Bolshevists and the Industrial Workers
of the World, who, according to the police,
provided the fund used by the plotters.
Lose Chance
Criminal prosecution of several war con
tract fraud cases by the government may be
barred by the statute of limitations, it is
said at the department of justice. The fed
eral criminal statute, officials explained, runs
for three years after the commission of an
overt act in the case of a conspiracy to de
fraud the government and many of the war
contracts were completed before the armistice
on November 11, 1918.
As a part of the department’s investiga
tion of all government war contracts for evi
dence of unfair dealing, officials said, each
case is being carefully examined in the light
of the statute of limitations.
To remedy the situation generally, officials
said, congress has been asked to extend ths
limit of the federal statute to six years.
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Lenine Contradicted
American authorities at Riga declare that
the charge made in Moscow by Nikolai Lenine,
that the American intelligence service par
ticipated in un alleged plot to assassinate Rus
sian Communist leaders is ricaculous. They
say that the announcement of the plot, to
gether with an evident campaign on th®
part of the Bolshevik press to connect all
outside famine relief measures with political
aims, has created some apprehension. The
work of the American relief administration in
Russia might be affected by the decision, it
is declared.
It is pointed out, however, that the Mos
cow soviet, during the session at which the
alleged plot was discussed, adopted a resolu
tion expressing satisfaction over the agree
ment reached with the relief administration,
and another with the German Red Cross.
“Full of Millionaires”
Sheriff Rector, of Greenville, S. C., who
has returned from the Pacific coast with a
prisoner, said the crime wave in the far west
is much worse than in this section, and re
marked that the Los Angeles jail is “full of
millionaires.”
Dispute Goes to League
The council of the League of ’Nations ha»
decided to refer the entire dispute among Al
bania, Greece and Jugo-Slavia to the assem
bly of the league for settlement.
Radio Newspaper
If Postmaster General Hays materializes
his hopes, the matter of keeping posted with
the news of the day will be reduced to thel
simple expedient of buckling on a telephone!
apparatus. Mr. Hays is absorbed in a plant
for a government radio newspaper. ■
Mr. Hays has commissioned R. B. Howelll
chairman of the national radio commission!!
established by the postmaster general, to in-l
vestigate the workings of the radio tele-’
phone service in Germany and Budapest.
The idea Mr. Hays would like to work,
out calls for the construction of radio phone
sending stations about 400 miles apart. Re
ceiving apparatus and telephone sets would
be installed in all homes, both in the cities
and on the farms. Receiving the latest new®
would be made easy, he said, as all the sub
scribers would have to do would be to put
on the receiving apparatus.
The fundamental aim is to end the isola*
tion of the farmer. At the present time the
postoffice department furnishes a market
service by radio to farmers, newspapers and
commercial clubs.
Vet Reunion *
The United Confederate Veterans will hold
their annual reunion in Chattanooga during
the last week in October or the first week in
November.
Reports from Savannah, Ga., that the re
union of the veterans would be held in that
city proved to be unfounded, following a
communication from Nathan Bedford For
rest, commander-in-chief of the Sons of Con
federate Veterans, declaring that Chatta
nooga had been approved for the convention
by Commander Van Zandt, of the veterans.
More Jobs
Unemployment in France continues to de
crease and, as far as the provinces are con
cerned, the recent crisis appears to have been
completely overcome.
The latest figures show that the total num
ber of unemployed in France is 47,666, and.
out of that number 31,429 belong to Pari®
and the Department of the Seine, leaving only
16,137 unemployed for the rest of France,
Compared with the census figures, the num
ber of unemployed in France amounts to
only 0.1 per cent of the population.
Hungry Millionaires
MOSCOW—The people of this city are
money poor. It is a city of poverty-stricken
multi-millionaires.
One hundred American dollars here bring
four million rubles, and the ruble is still
falling in value. An apple costs 1,000 rubles.
Cab drivers charge 30,000 rubles for a half
mile ride. A dinner of soup, roast beef, po
tatoes, pastry and coffee costs 50,000 rubles.
White bread sells for 7,000 rubles per pound
and the heavy black bread at 500 rubles. A
shoe shine may be had for 2,000 rubles.
Everybody in Moscow would rather have
any sort of manufactured article or food in
stead of money. The bellboy who brought
the correspondent a pot of hot water and
was given a tip of a 1,00 0-ruble note, asked
for a lump of sugar in lieu of the money.
“What difference does it make?” said a
leading communist today while laughingly
discussing the decline in the value of th®
ruble. “It is as easy to print hundred-thou
sand ruble notes as the ten-thousand ruble
bills. It is only a matter of adding a few
more ciphers.”
Three years ago the czar ruble, originally
worth 50 cents, brought 10 cents. Now even
beggars in the streets scorn anything less
than 500 rubles.
The Soviet, in the throes of changing back
in a measure to free trade, is a baffling puz
zle to students of economics. Highly skilled
mechanics, such as automobile experts, get
as much as a million to a million and a half
rubles monthly in government employment.
The workmen sometimes are paid in factory
products and food allowances. The other per
quisites are so varied that it is impossible to
arrive at any standard wage.
Mexican Bandits
Mexico City, like New York and many other
cities, has its gangs of marked bandits, who
use automobiles and at times engage in re
volver duels with the police. A lively ex
change of shots took place the other night,
when a police car caught up with one of the
gangs on one of the main downtown streets.
Pedestrians took to cover as bullets flew free
ly, but tho gang got away.