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to THE TRIWEEKLY JOURNAL. Atlanta. Ga.
The “Imprisoned Splendour'
men in uniforms of spotless
white, each with a red rose glowing
ing in his blouse, sat grouped at The
Journal’s w>ireless station Sunday evening
between seven and eight o’clock, playing or
chestral selections from master composers,
while two audiences, the one seeing and seen
by the music-makers, the other invisible and
vast, listened with stirred and uplifted
hearts. Thirty man they were to whom life
had brought grim issues and we know not
w&at soul-sorrow, but men assuredly with
loves and needs and longings like our own,
albeit they dwell apart. Beyond the gleam of
lights and welcoming faces, away in the
city's dark loomed a wall of stone, a house
of iron, loomed and waited while music
broke in golden freedom from their hands
and lips.
For the first time the United States peni
tentiary orchestra was playing outside its
own confines. Frequently enough visitors
had passed inward through many-guarded
gates to hear the prison music; but now had
come forth the immured themselves, bring
ing the heavenly gift of harmony. It was a
homey sort of audience that filled The Jour
nal’s radio auditorium—family parties,
r belles and beaux, little children, eager-eyed;
and if at first there iejl a vague constraint
’ upon the entrance of the uniformed men, ac
companied by the deputy warden and two
- officers, no sooner did violin and flute and
silvery horn begin than the strangesness
melted, while the wonder anu grace of
- human kindness wrapped all about. Men
delssohn, master of tender melodies, was
played, and tragic themes of Puccini’s, and
merriest of “fox trots,” and fireside songs of
long ago.
A rarely beautiful concert It was, for
- which the many "’ho watched and the mul
titudes far and wide who heard are unfor
gettably grateful. More than an achieve
ment in music, it was a triumph in honor
and ideals. Every man of thirty, some
of whom are under life-time sentences, con
ducted himself as do only those who are
mindful of a trust. Throughout the enter
tainment which they gave and also that
which they received in examining the radio
equipment and in listening to the evening
services transmitted from the First Presby
terian church, they we’e decorous as gentle
men could be. Well may Warden Dyche and
all who share his views regarding prison
policies and purposes be gratified. To have
faith in human nature despite its frailties,
to believe that light, not darkness, is mean*
for every man, and to seek in watchful pa
tience paths whence his “imprisoned splen
dour” may be waked and freed, is not this
true wisdom? Is not this the only ultimate
justice?
If General Wu Makes Good
IF General Wu Pei Fu, who emerges from
the Chinese war as his country’s man of
the hour, up to what he professes,
historic gains should be made for liberal
Policies in the Far East. In defeating Chang
tso Lin, the Manchu adventurer and dicta
tor, General Wu dealt a body blow to what
ever of pro-Japanese sentiment there may
have been in the North. Himself an ardent
exponent of China for Chinese, he rallied to
his standard in the recent conflict troops
that bought with the vim and power of heart
whole patriotism. Victory adds to his influ
ence and widens his prestige. Established
at Peking, which dominates in matters gov
ernmental and diplomatic, notwithstanding
the brave claims of the Southern revolution
ists centered at Canton, he will have a great
vantage ground from which to press forward
in statesmanship.
General Wu stands pledged to a liberal
and constructive course. The election of a
constituent assembly to frame a constitu
tion, support of the government thereby or
dained, and the abolishment of militarism
are in the foreground of what may be call
ed, in American parlance, his platform;
while development of the country’s resources
through promotion of railroadp and modern
ization of industries is said to have his zeal
ous approval. If he proves faithful to his
program of political reform and keeps his
place in the popular imagination, it well
may be that he will bring a goodly measure
of order and union out of the vast confusion
and divided counsels which have prevailed.
Nor can it be doubted that if China, thus
governed, is also provided with transporta
tion andindustrial facilities and is quicken
ed by the touch of science in her agriculture
and her education, that she will become a'
mighty and wonderful power, not only in
the Orient, but in the world.
A peculiarly gifted people, with a splen
did past, the Chinese are destined, no doubt,
to a great role in the future. Immense re
serves of human talent, as well as of nat
ural resources, are in their keeping: and
when development fairly begins, the utmost
bounds of civilization will feel the potency
and the enrichment.
A man who had his purse stolen in a crowd
- received this letter one day:
“Sir, I stoal youre munny. Remauss is noring
me, so I send sum of it back to you. Wen it
nors again,! will send you sum more.”
THE ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL
A New Washington Portrait
WHAT did the Father of our Country
really look like? Some researchers
have contended that his was not the
exceedingly composed and austere counte
nance which the brush of Gilbert Stuart be
queathed us, but one eloquent with inner
animation, for all its self-mastery and praise.
One distinguished historian, Professor Heart,
of Harvard, if we remember aright, recently
supported the supposition that Washington
had red hair.
However that may be, Americans who visit
Paris this spring will have opportunity to
judge from a peculiarly interesting and hith
erto unexhibited portrait of Washington
which the General himself presented to Mar
shal de Rochembeau upon the latter’s de
parture at the victorious close of the Revo
lutionary War. As commander of,the French
forces in the decisive siege of Yorktown, de
Rochambeau won the American chief’s warm
est admiration and friendship; wherefore, it
is inferred that the portrait then given was
as faithful a likeness as could be procured.
For generations it has been a cherished treas
ure in the Rochambeau family, but has not
generally been known of, and never before
put on exhibit. /
Os the exposition in which it will be
shown, a Journal correspondent" writes from
Paris: “Furthermore, souvenirs of all the
great marshals of France’ such as Richelieu,
Ney and MacMahon, epitomizing four hun
dred years of French military glory, are to
be gathered under one roof in the Palace of
the Legion of Honor under the auspices of
the Duke de Trevise, himself a descendant
of Mortier, one of the most successful mar
shals of the first empire. The sword of Mar
shal Foch, which was also carried by Na
poleon Bonaparte at Acre/ the expense book
of Madame Sans Gene, wife of Marshal Le
febre and before her marriage a laundress
to Napoleon, and the Washington portrait in
the Rochambeau family constitute some of
the most 'striking- relics that* will be on ex
hibition. Paul Leon, director of the Academie
des Beaux Arts, has arranged to provide a
selection of Thirteenth century stained glass
windows as an artistic background in the
setting.”
Many and admirable as these curios and
works will be, for American eyes, at least,
none will compare with the portrait of
Washington.
The Wpunds of a Friend
ONE rubs one’s eyes in bewilderment
upon reading in that ancient and hon
orable defender of Republican faith,
the Boston Transcript, that today the Grand
Old Party “is woefully wanting in leader
ship at either end of Pennsylvania avenue;”
that it is a “house divided against itself;”
and that “New Englanders may be more Re
publican than they are Democratic, but they
have both the intelligence and the courage
to vote against their party when their party
ceases to serve the nation or to keep its cam
paign pledges.”
Well might Senator Henry Cabot Lodge
exclaim as did Dame Quickly to Ancient
Pistol, “By my troth, Captain, these be bit
ter words.” But the Transcript smites high
er even than the eminent senior Senator who
gazes ever more wistfully into the seeds of
time as election day draws nigh. “A strong
leader in the White House,” it avers, “might
have been able to bring his party to a sense
of responsibility. (Impious! impious!)
Whether Mr. Harding is unable to supply
strong leadership, or whether he is awaiting
the ‘psychological moment,’ is still a matter
of popular debate. (A jot of mercy for the
shorn lamb.) But the popularity of the Ad
ministration is on the wane. (Yes, yes.) The
ringleaders of the Republican House, how
ever (Ringleaders? ‘States men,’ -you were
wont to say, dear Transcript) boast that Mr.
Harding’s easy-going acquiescence in their
trespassing upon his prerogatives suits them.
No doubt it does, but it does not meet the
hope of thousands of Republicans and Dem
ocrats who voted the Republican ticket at
the last national election.” If this be trea
son, make the moS* of it!
Only a heart long brimming with woe
could thus have uttered itself. Vainly and
long must the faithful Transcript have
searched Gilead for balm, ere it unburden
ed its grief. The times are too much for even
its stalwart bosom, what with the overwhelm
ing of Senator Harry New in the Indiana
primaries, and of Representative Copley in
Illinois, and of Republican worthies far and
wide. The cloud once no bigger than a man’s
hand is waxing fast, and prudent Noahs
hasten to their arks.
Judge Beverly D. Evans
IN the passing of Judge Beverly D. Evans
Georgia loses one of her ablest sons, and
one of her most beloved. From earliest
manhood he served the State with high-heart
ed devotion and with ever-deepening wisdom.
Before he was twenty-five he was elected
from the fine old county of Washington,
where he was born and brought up, to the
Georgia House of Representatives. There he
revealed talents at once so shining and so
substantial that a few seasons later he was
chosen by that body, then charged with such
matters, for the solicitor generalship of the
Middle circuit. In that office likewise he
manifested unusual powers of mind and char
acter, with the result that after four years,
when he was only thirty, he was made judge
of the circuit. Rarely have honors weighted
with responsibilities come so thick and fast
to youth, and more rarely still been borne
with equal strength and grace of modesty.
It was in 1899 that Judge Evans, with five
years of experience on the bench, came to
his memorable career in the State Supreme
Court, to whicji he was appointed by the
later Governor Terrell. He is said to have
written during his service on that honored
tribunal more than one thousand decisions,
numbers of which stand out as milestones
and landmarks in the Commonwealth’s ju
dicial history. With wealth of learning and
broad, keen insight he combined an extra
ordinary gift for terse and luminous expres
sion These figured largely in his selection
by President Wilson for the judgeship of the
United Slates court of the southern district
of Georgia, in which high trust Judge Evans
rounded out his 'useful and splendid life.
Grievously sudden as was his going when
length and vigor of days seemed to lie rich
ly ahead, yet he lived so fully, so achievingly,
so helpfully that in the thought of thousands
who honor and love him a light of golden
. completion broods where his spirit paused,
I and passed from labors done to starry courts.
QUIPS AND* QUIDDITIES
“All meq are liars,” said the pretty girl,
and burst into tears.
“But my dear,” said her friend, "you
mustn’t be such a cynic. There are excep
tions.”
“Oh, very likely,” said the pretty girl, “but
all the really nice men are liars.”
“Are those binoculars very powerful” ask
ed the flapper.
“Yes, miss,” replied the sailor. “These
j glasses bring things up so close that every
thing less than ten miles away looks like it
is behind you.”
Discussion on Ireland in the club was becom
ing acrimonious, and an Englishman remarked
lightly:
“But you must really not forget that Irish
men are Irish.”
The only Irish member of the group rose
with an offended air and exclaimed:
“Surely you need not have said such a bit
ter thing as that.”
TO SUCCEED GREATLY
By H. Addington Bruce
TO succeed greatly, strive greatly. That
is the one sure means of making one’s
dreams come true in the world of
business life.
And I say this though well aware that
many are of a very different opinion.
Many openly or secretly incline to the be
lief that chance counts for more than earn
est effort. Many think that still more Im
portant than chance is the factor of personal
connections and influence.
“Pull is the thing,” is the way they collo
quially voice their belief. “A man can’t
get anywhere unless he has the right kind of
backing. With that, anything I- possible-*-
even to those who don’t half try.”
Obsessed with this pernicious notion, not
a few workers spend more time intriguing to
win favor with the “boss” than in attending
to their work. Others, convinced that the
“law of favoritism” will never operate in
their behalf, that they need never hope to en
joy "the right kind of backing,” cease striv
ing to advance.
“What’s the use of toiling like a slave?”
they dolefully demand. "One might as well
content one’s self with getting by. When
promotion time comes somebody v ith a drag
is sure to win the prize.”"
Now, it cannot be denied that conditions
in certain business establishments give color
to this sad view.
But such establishments are becoming
fewer and fewer with each succeeding year.
For, more and more clearly, business heads
are seeing that "to play favorites” is to risk
weakening their organizations to a point
where they cannot possibly withstand busi
ness competition.
So that it is none too venturesome to pre
dict that the day is not far distant when pro
motion on merit alone will be the rule in
virtually all business concerns. It Is well
nigh the rule already. »
If one could study the promotion records
in our railroads, banks, mills, factories, de
partment stores, and business establishments
generally, it is safe to say that for every
promotion attributable to "pull” a hundred
or more could be found due to merit.
It would be found, in fact, that even in
many an instance when chance or favoritism
seems to have governed, real merit was pres
ent also; and that, when real merit was not
present, the “lucky accident” or the “per
sonal influence” lid not suffice to keep the
unduly favored one in the place to which he
had been advanced.
Always, or almost always, the earnest
workers are the'ones who soon or late win
to the top. "Dogged does it.” Those who
accept this doctrine, who make of them
selves earnest workers, great strivers, will
some day experience for themselves its truth.
(Copyright,’l922, by The Associated News
papers)
MARBLES ’
By Dr. Frank Crane
This is a day of sports.
The average man is tired of international
politics and of the boresome problems of re
ligion and public welfare. What we are in
terested in now IS baseball, horse racing and
long distance running.
The other day John O’Connor, who had been
entombed overnight behind a fall of over a
thousand tons of debris, was rescued from a
mine in Bargoed, Wales. The first question
O’Connor asked on reaching the surface was,
“How, did Ireland and Wales get on yesterday?”
referring to the football match at Swansea be
tween the Irish and Welsh teams.
There is also a story of a man who died and
went to heaven. When he reached the gate St.
Peter asked him where he came from. He re
plied that h/ came from Chicago.
“What time did you leave?” asked St. Peter.
“About 6 o’clock,” said the man.
Whereupon St. Peter eagerly leant forward
and inquired, “What was the score?”
In this condition of the Zeitgeist it would
seem about time that more attention was paid
to the game of marbles. «
Marbles probably occupy more thought in
these United States during the early summer
months than any other one subject, and the
newspapers are shamefully .neglectful in the
matter of giving us due information concern
ing the game.
They tell us about tennis scores, and golf
matches, and horse races, and even bridge
games, but all these things interest only grown
people, who will all be dead in a few years,
anyway.
Why is it that we have no information about
Bud Hopkins, the champion marble player of
the Third Ward School, who won 2 cornelians, 3
agates, 5 chinas, 12 whites, and 15 commies from’
Bill Kelly and Fatty Grubs last Saturday after
noon over behind Headley’s Barn? Fifty boys were
present. There was great enthusiasm and six
fights. The preacher’s boy, Wilbur, licked the
butcher’s son, Charlie Goldschmidt, because he,
said Bud Hopkins cheated. Wilbur only lost
one tooth, but that had been loose anyhow.
Then there was the exciting game over in
Middlesworth’s Barn after school on Wednes
day. It almost resulted in a race war, as
Cicero Brown, the colored boy, won the game.
Better counsels prevailed, however, and trouble
was averted; although it was whispered among
the sports on the way home that Cicero had
fudged.
No attention is paid in the papers either to
the fact that the commies sold at Hardcastle’s
grocery are bumpy. Teddy Johnson tried to
return those he bought and to get his 10 cents
back, but old man Hardcastle refused.
The subject is an inviting one and items of
interest are multiplied.
Willy Smith has a flint with twelve nicks
in it.
Isidore Stumsky lost a big crystal down the
sewer hole.
And so on.
We submit that in the interest of true sport
more attention should be paid to marbles.
(Capyright, 1922, by Frank Crane.)
MRS. SOLOMON SAYS—
By Helen Rowland
Every man believes that a girl should have
romantic and beautiful ideals—but that she
should consider mem all fulfilled when she
succeeds in marrying a x... little man with a
double chin and a passion for golf.
Many a beautiful memory of romance has
been spi.led by a woman’s foolish attempt to
cling to the reality, until she choked the last
spark of life out of it.
Cherchez la femme! Every great man
hopes to be remembered for his genius or
his attainments; yet, alas, Solomon the Wise
is remembered chiefly for his marriages;
Henry VIII, the lawmaker, for his divorces;
Sir Walter Raleigh, the explorer, for his little
act of chivalry, and Abelard, the scholar, for
his love-affair.
Sometimes, when one man steals a woman
from another, the latter feels almost as a
dog would feel if another dog stole his muz
zle.
DOROTHY DIX TALKS—MORE MIRRORS
According to the Japanese legend the Sun
Goddess became offended with her brother,
and in high dudgeon retreated into a cave,
thereby plunging the world in utter dark
ness. In despair, the other gods and god
desses tried in vain te l=re her forth until
one, more inventive than the others, devised
a mirror which he hung on a bush in front
of tke cave.
The curiosity of the Sun Goddess made
her come forth to look at the strange object,
and when she beheld in it her own face she
was so enraptured with what she saw that
she stayed to gaze upon it, and never went
back to her cave again. Thus to the magic
of the mirror do we owe the happy fact that
the light of day never fails us.
Also, the Sun Goddess set a precedent
which womdn have never tired of following,
as the most doubting Thomas and Thomasina
can have proved to them by observing that
no woman ever passes a mirror without stop
ping to look in it, and that ninety-nine wom
en out of a hundred carry a portable look
ing-glass around with them, which they
draw out- from time to time so that they
may refresh themselves with a reflection of
their own lineaments.
This feminine mania for mirrors has ever
been considered a great weakness of women.
Satirists have gibed at it. Moralists have
preached against it, but the truth of the mat
ter is that women do noLlook in mirrors too
much, they look into them too little.
What we need is more mirrors, not few
er, and if I were running a girls’ school I
should have it function in a hall of mir
rors where the young persons would be
forced to see herself as others see her.
Surely nothing else but the lack of a
good, serviceable, truthful mirror can ac
count for some of the vagaries of modern
fads and fashions in which women indulge.
Certainly no woman who had a slant on how
grotesque a marshmallow nose is, or how re
pulsive are lips painted until they look like
a cross-cut of underdone beef steak, would
ever indulge in that particular form of make
up again. She would learn how to turn out
an artistic job of a handmade complexion
Nor would any woman who wasn’t a can
didate for a Home For The Incurably Feeble-
Minded bob her hair after she was eighteen,
and weighed over a hundred pounds She
would perceive what a figure of fun an old
hen is trying to deck herself out in chicken
feathers. Moreover, if women could get a
good square back view of their feet and
ankles, and really see how unkind nature
often is in the sort of underpining with
which she provides the female of the species,
ninety-nine women out of a hundred would
make a rush for their work baskets, and be
gin sewing ruffles on their petticoats.
While as for knickerbockers and bloom
ers—well, the girls who w-ear them must
have taken a hatchet and smashed every mir
ror in the house for they can’t —they posi
tively CAN’T—know how much they look
like a human turnip in them, or else they
Washington’s New Aspirations—By Frederic J. Haskin
WASHINGTON, D. C., May 6.—That
Washington may soon win the title
of Convention City is the prophecy of
some old inhabitants.* They say that con
vention meetings in the National Capital
grow in size and number every year.
No one keeps an official record of the or
ganizations and-their delegates that visit
the city, but according to street car con
ductors, White House guards, and watchmen
in the Government buildings, this spring is
proving a record-breaker for delegations.
There is no season of the year when Wash
ington is not entertaining visitors who have
gathered from the ends of the country to dis
cuss by-laws and electioh of officers and to
take a look at the Government in action.
But spring is the most favorable time for
seeing Washington, and therefore spring al
ways brings an unusually large assortment
of convention followers. The Capital with its
trees bursting into pale green, its cherry
blossom drive along the tidal basin, and its
gay flower beds, is at its best. Later, Wash
ington settles down to hot weather—though
the Chamber of Commerce never admits it,
and now and then displays impressive
statistics and comparative reports of the
Weather Bureau showing that the Capital
with its 105,000 trees, its 6,000 acres of
parks, and its river breeze is not so hot as
it is sometimes represented.
In spite of these encouraging bulletins,
spring continues to be the fashionable con
vention season in Washington?
Already, this, year, the Daughters of the
American Revolution and the Daughters of
1812 have advanced upon Washington with
fluttering badges. The League of American
Penwomen has gathered together its collec
tion of literary notables and celebrated its
twenty-fifth anniversary with a book fair,
breakfast, carnival ball, and other functions.
And with less pomp and ceremony, l,ff()0
oculists and several other scientific groups
have been conferring in odd corners of the
city between banquets and important ses
sions of sightseeing.
Serious Sightseeing
Sightseeing is a serious business for the
visiting delegate. There is a combination ex
position circus, state fair, and liberal educa
tion perpetually available in the Government
buildings. There is the cultural benefit to be
derived from hearing the roll call' in the
Senate, anti there are great opportunities for
exercise. Anyone walking up the 900 steps
of the Washington monument has to admit
that there’s nothing exactly like it anywhere
either for reducing or for breath control.
Then, too, nowhere else are there such
chances of hobnobbing with the great. There
are famous folk on display in other cities
but strangers are distinctly discouraged from
trying to shake hands with them. The presi
dent and congressmen do expect to shake
hands. It is part of the job of being a pub
lic official. The American people like it and
demand it. Accordingly, celebrities in Wash
ington can generally be counted on to go
through their stunt of shaking hands and
registering delight for convention parties.
After which, the hand that shook the Presi
dent’s or Senator Blank’s can write home de
scribing the emotions of mingling with 'the
nation’s elect.
President Harding is building up a reputa
tion as a handshaker. It is estimated that he
shook hands with more than 8,000 people
in two weeks around Easter. On several days
he grasped 1,600 hands and smiled 1,600
times. Other days there was a slump to 400
or 500 visitors, due to the pressure of presi
dential business rather than to a falling off
in the number of callers at the White House.
Not all of the White House visitors get to
the President’s office at that. During the
peak of the convention and school vacation
crowds, thousands of people pour into the
White House during the hours when the
state rooms are open to the public. One guard
said that it was not unusual for 100 or even
200 people to come along just at closing
time and explain anxiously that thlis was
their only chance to see where the President
lived. '
The President and Mrs. Harding sturdily
withstand the strain of greeting the numer
ous delegations. The President and his wife
have to learn to minimize fatigue in observ
ing the democratic custom of shaking/hands
with long lines of strangers. Mrs. Harding,
for instance, uses her left hand when her
right grows weary at state receptions, and
all officials learn to grasp the caller’s hand
first and to pass him on with a dexterous
sweep of the xvrist so that the next person
in line can move up without undue delay.
Efficient Handshaking
The amount of efficiency that can be, and
is, injected into the simple rite of shaking
hands is best realized when some foreign of-
THURSDAY, MAY 11, 1922.
wouldn’t be caught dead in such a garb. A
woman who we? r s knickerbockers repre
sents the quintessence of vanity, or .the es
sence of despair. She either esteems her
self so beautiful that nothing can mar her
looks, or else she thinks herself so hideous
that nothing can improve her appearance.
Both of which assumptions are false.
As for manners, surely no girl who was
forced to gaze upon her counterfeit present
ment would sprawl around, or stand in post
ures that brings that very necessary, but un
beauteous organ, the stomach into undue
prominence, or otherwise offend the eye by
assuming uncouth attitudes. Cn the con
trary, she could but cultivate grace of move
ment and position and learn how to become
part of the picture if she had tc be easy on
her own eyes as well as the public’s.
And what a pity there is not some magic
mirror in which the naggers can see them
selves as they really are. They
selves by thinking that their ceaseless inter
ference with everything that their victims
want to do is prompted by love and anxiety,
and they stultify themselves by believing that
the members of their famillei love them in
spite of being deprived of every particle of
personal liberty.
Surely, millions of domestic martyrs
would be set free of their sufferings if the
naggers could see that their nagging is noth
ing else than petty tyranny, and a selfish de
termination to enforce -their own will on
others at any cost. It would curdle the
blood of many a father and mother to know
that their own children looked forward to
their death, or to getting away from home as
a prisoner does for the opening of the jail
door. And it would startle many a man and
woman to know how cordially he or she is
hated by the husband or wife whom he or she
has turned into a bond slave.
And, oh, if we could only have some mental
mirrors, in which we could see how we real
ly looked to our fellow creatures, what a re
formation it would bring! What a shrinking
in swelled heads there would be if only the
egotistic could behold how contemptible their
little vanities are, and what puny figures they
really cut in the world.
The man who brags about how much mon
ey he has made; the soldier who boasts that
he won the war; the writer who admits that
nobody since Shakespeare has his genius; the
woman who boasts of her conquests, and tells
you that no man can resist the fatal lure of
her beauty; the woman who monologues
about how wonderful her children are, how
humble and deprecating they would become
if only they could see that people listen to
their boastings with their tongues In their
cheeks, anl mock them for wind bags behind
their backs!
Not without reason does the old Japanese
myth represent the mirror as bringing us the
light of day. If we could set ourselves as
others see us, it would bring to us all a great
enlightenment.
(Copyright, 1922, by the Wheeler Syndicate,
Inc.)
ficial provides a contrast. At the Army and
Navy reception, not long ago Marshal Joffre
and Madame Joffre joined the receiving
line, along with the President, Mrs. Harding,
and the Secretaries of War and Navy and
thqir wives. The Marshal was clearly pleased
with the compliment extended him, but after
a little more than an hour of constant bow
ing, smiling, and hand-wringing, he and
Madame Joffre surrendered to their weari
ness and dropped out of the receiving line.
The others in the line still had half the
evening’s work ahead of them.
The White House is the Mecca of delega
tions to Washington, but Congress and the
Capitol would put up a stiff fight in a popu
larity contest. It is the statesmen and the
historic features of the Capitol wh ch most
interest visitors. Unless some bill of unusual
interest is being debated, five minutes ■in
the halls of Congress are about enough for
most vsitors.
One elderly woman, safely out of the
breathless gallery atmosphere of the august
Senate, remarked that time was certainly
more plentiful than money with those dron
ing statesmen. After this commentary on
the speed of the Senate, the delegate
squeezed into a crowded elevator and audi
bly planned to “get in the museum, Mt. Ver
non, Arlington and the Treasury by six
o’clock.”
Washington sometimes wonders when con
ventions find time to convene, so busy are
the badge-wearers with guide books, street
car connections and “hours open to the pub
lic.” Up to now, Washington has had to ad
mit that its inadequate assembly halls were
no attraction to conventions. The small and
middle-sized halls about the city have some
times failed to expand enough to accommo
date all the delegates and visitors to an un
usually popular convention.
The D. A. R. hall, for instance, never holds
all the Daughters who would like to attend
sessions at the same time. Yet it was the
largest suitable hall available for the im
portant disarmament conference, and conse
quently few outsiders were able to gain ad
mission to any of the historic sessions.
Plans are under way now, however, for
an auditorium which will seat 5,000 people.
The new auditorium building is to be thor
oughly modern. Since the Willard Hotel ball
room, on the tenth floor, caught fire the
other day, there has been strong agitation
for first-floor auditoriums in Washington.
The new assembly hall will be on the first
floor, with an exhibit hall beneath, partly
below grade level. This building is to be lo
cated opposite the Interior Building, three
blocks from the White House, anS ground
will be broken for it next month. With an
adequate convention hall, Washington be
lieves that nothing will stand between it and
the title of America’s convention city.
PRESS TALK IN GEORGIA
BY JACK L. PATTERSON.
Fann Agent Needed
Butts county could ship several carloads
of poultry now and a few carloads of hogs
this fall, if there was a farm agent to round
up this work. The sooner we have a capable
farm agent the better it will be for all con
cerned. —Butts County Progress.
Butts is a prosperous agricultural county
and the commissioners should co-dperate
with the farmers to the extent of employing
an expert to conduct co-operative sales.
Federal Aid in Road Work
As federal aid in the construction of high
ways since 1916, the government has appro
priated $350,000,000. The mileage of roads
constructed in each state with this fund in
conjunction with other funds is shown by a
report of the Bureau of Public Roads of the
United States Department of Agriculture
dated March 31. In Georgia, 668 miles have
been completed and 655 miles allotted, mak
ing a total of 1,324 miles. This state has
available $1,386,322 of federal money for
new projects.—Tifton Gazette.
The Calhoun Times
Rev. C. S. Henderson and his brother,
Young A. Henderson, have acquired the own
ership of the Calhoun Times, succeeding
Ralph Meeks, who assumed control of the
plant on September 1, 1919. C. S. Hender
son will edit the paper, wAile Young A.
Henderson will perform the duties of busi
ness manager. Editor Meeks, who is part
owner of the Covington News, has made no
announcement of his intentions for the fu- '
ture. He is capable and popular with the
Georgia press and will doubtless soon form
a new connection.
Around the World L
Tri-Weekly News Flashes From All _
the Earth. J ■
Prehistoric Man
Workers in a gravel pit on the farm of B
Archie McEwen, who lives near
Ind., unearthed the other day what is
lieved to be the skeleton of a
man. t 8
The size of the skeleton indicated tha®|||
the man had been a giant. Each man worlj®|||
ing in the pit carried away part of the skel^B/ 1
ton as a souvenir and thus far no part. B %
it has been examined by persons with scieHSII
tific training.
The skeleton was intact and was in a sB
ting posture with the arms folded across tß#%jl
chest and the legs crossed in tailor fashi<®|®
The skull was massive, with a large squa®-’, ,; .j
jaw containing prominent and well-preserv®||||
teeth. All of the bones were much larg®
than those of an average man of today.
Junior Church
A junior church, the membership of
is limited to persons between six and sixte/®
years of age, with the preacher the
adult person present, is being successful®g||
operated in Indianapolis. The plan was iß||||
augurated by the Rev. N. S. Sichterman ®||||
Grace Presbyterian church.
According to Dr. Sichterman, there
sixty children who are members of the
ior organization. They have their own rooiß <
for services, which are of thirty minute® .*
duration, and have their own officers.
plan was put in operation in January an(®||!
Dr. Sichterman is so pleased with the
suits that he expects soon to double the®?!
membership. (
Dr. Sichterman said the idea of forming
junior church developed from his experiences ®|
in church while a boy, when “sermons some- Bl
times lasted two hour or more. I well re-®|
member how tired and restless I would get ■
as the time dragged on. for the sermon, while B;
appealing to adults, was not such as would B
appeal to the child.”
oB
After a lapse of five years the first race
meeting opened in Moscow under the
pices of the Soviets. There was a record at*<B ‘
tendance, although the tickets cost
000 rubles and upward. The total turnover®!
in betting reached figures in the third di<®g|
mension. The orchestra played the
tional and the Soviet anthem? ~
Women paraded in the newest
fashions. All of the bourgeoisie were
ent. competing with the new Soviet arlstoct®f||
cy in squandering money. The Pravda coi®3||
ments:
“Such luxury was not known even in ®
good old times of the Czar.” ®®|
China has ratified the Shantung treßSl®
negotiated during the arms conference®s|o|
the Japanese and Chinese delegations. B,
vices to this effect have been received®
the Japanese embassy.
The Japanese charge d’affaires also H
notified that the Chinese government llaBM
decided to open eight towns along the
tung railway. The Chinese foreign nB
ter explained that this action was take® A3g|
recognition cf the friendly attitude
by the Japanese in settling the Shan®-,H|Sffl
question. ’•
A noisy demonstration nearly broke®Y-3sg|
a local vaudeville show in Washington a® ’
days ago when 'an actor in his
speech addressed a greeting to “His
cellency, Ex-President Wilson,” who
the audience with Mrs. Wilson.
Men and women rose in their seat®§|®S
yell “Hurrah for Woodrow Wilson!” ®'
the actor never finished his speech, so g® ‘W
was the cheering for several minutes.
Just before the end of the show I
Wilsons left the house, but policemen
to open away for them to their auto® ‘£B®
bile. Actors and actresses who had H: 3®|
ished their turns, mingled with the a®;3®|
ence pouring from the theatre to geßgi®
glimpse of the former president.
the car was moving off, a . young nM»yg®l
rushed forward, swung his hat in the
and shouted:
“Three cheers for Woodrow Wilson!
hell with Jim Reed.”
COUNTRY LIFE IN gFoRGmJ®
By a Rural Teacher Jig
The school, the church, and the
these three may be considered the
tion of civilization. The economic life i® *'
needs from these three. Having been ap® <■£
tilipant (I will not say ‘Maxima pars’)
them I wish to make observations for
consideration of the citizens of my
state. ; "3®B
The teacher is the life of the school,
ing to it bis own tone and character. «
matter what the number of pupils, it i® '■ TS
good school that has a good teacher.
sorry to say that in Georgia any
being may obtain license to teach in a
school, boys and girls without&eilen a Hl®
•school education. When I was com® '{Q
superintendent some years ago, an
man applied for a teacher's license. Aft®
asking him a number of questions none
which he could answer I declined to gra® ;-<i
him a license. Quite indignant he
to his obscure settlement and reported
his patrons that a smart Aleck had
to allow him to teach because he did
know whether the w r orld was round or
At the next meeting of the county
upon the request of his patrons he
.granted a license without my signature. |j®®
Recently the father of a girl, who was
poorest member cf my sixth grade, aske®«'2*
me if I thought this girl could get a
to teach a summer school. I replied that ii®*|||
my opinion she could—and she will.
salary of a rural t acher corresponds
his qualifications. It is very small, ranging®||l|
from forty to sixty dollars per month
many counties. No person of good educa‘®|||
tion would choose teaching as a life
for such compensation. A chauffeur,
janitor, a good cook is better paid'. But
this is not the worst feature? After he hai ®
done his work the teacher cannot tell when Bl
he will be paid. He is required to make I
exact report of his work, his absence, his I-, '
tardiness and other details. But when his ®
monthly report is sent to the county board ®
he hears nothing more about it indefinitely; ®
He has done his work but possibly six of ®
more months will pass before he gets hie ®
pay. Meanwhile his creditors are pressing B
him for payment of his bills, often he falls ■
into the hands of money lenders who dis- ■
count his salary at a fearful rate. Poor 1
dog! he is only a country school teacher! ■
Can Georgia hope to obtain the services of 1
self respecting teachers unde? these condfy- 1
tions? The minds and souls of our boys
and girls are intrusted to the training of
teachers who are not fit to raise hogs;.
O’tempora, ‘O Mores.’ Another feature of
rural school conditions is the eternal quar
rel between teacher and parents or between
trustees and patrons. The poor teacher
abides for a term or two and then move?
on. The short term of six or seven months '
offers scant living and for the other months
of the year he must find a living by Look
or by crook as good fortune may proHdei
In my next article I will make some observar
tions on the country church. ; t
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