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Reclaiming Human Wastage
- T f PWARDS of a million American in-
J dustrial workers annually suffer in
juries of sufficient gravity to cause
n 1 loss of time. Employers, progressing with
’/.the times, have taken more and more in
hcterest in safeguarding their they
-I maintain first-aid stations: they install safe-
* ty devices; they finance safety first cam
paigns.
And still the annual toll of disability con
9ntinues, for the cleverest of employers has
£ not yet devised a plan to eliminate that one
supremely uncertain factor—the human
-STequation.
So it is largely to remedial measures they
are turning, and now we have the “Recon
» struction Hospital” of New York —the first
~ hospital to be dedicated to the care, or after
” care, of Industrially disabled or diseased
1* workers from any community.
“From any community” means just that.
t‘ rt At the conclusion of its first year it was
«’• found that patients had been sent to the hos
pital from thirty-three states; and work was
started on a new eleven-story building, as it
* was perfectly evident that the institution
was destined to grow Immensely beyond the
vision of its original designer.
Z See what problems await the solution of
„ sered by this movement.
The best available reports of state com
pensation commissions estimate at one mil
! lion the yearly number of persons disabled
*. in industry or suffering Industrial disease.
In New York state alone there are 350,-
. 000 cases annually of Industrial disability
and diseases. That is more than all the
American soldiers disabled in the late war.
An appalling proportion of these cases
have to be discharged from general hospitals
annually, to make way for other cases, be
fore being properly refitted for work. They
are well enough to leave the hospital—yes.
But not well enough for work.
This constitutes a public problem; no less.
The primary object of the Reconstruction
Hospital is to put the injured or ailing in
dustrial worker back on his old job in the
shortest time possible to prevent the severe
ly injured man from gradually collapsing
into the attitude of the hopeless cripple.
To this end, the injured man, according
to the extent and nature of his injury, may
receive treatment immediately after injury;
subsequent “restorative” operation, if nec
essary; and continued after-treatment.
While yet in bed he may begin occupational
therapy—a special course of treatment de
signed to fit his remaining powers to work
j that he may accomplish. This provides both
’ a positive aid and incentive to recovery and
I a source of income at a time when he needs
j it most.
On discharge, he may be referred to the
Institute for Crippled and Disabled. Men, af
filiated with the Reconstruction Hospital,
and there learn a new trade if he cannot re
sume his original occupation.
Here seems to be a reasonable solution of
a problem that is at once humanitarian and
I economic. The expansion of the Reconstruc
tion Hospital’s capacity and scope, and the
founding of similar hospitals in the indus
trial centers, will mean the relief to em
ployers of many compensation cases other
wise indefinitely continued, and at the same
time restore to them workers experienced
and capable of production.
And finest of all, of course, is the reclama
tion of man-power for the injured or ill
man himself. That is a fine stride in civili
zation.
Pride Before Destruction
ORDINARILY one would regard a wild
duck as one of the most peaceful and
* even timorous creatures in the world
—and ordinarily the wild duck is peaceful.
But don’t pick on him, until after he is on
the table in a roasted condition. He may sur
prise you.
Now comes the news byway of the New
York Herald of a combat between a Rhode
Island Red rooster and a wild mallard
drake, which with three ducks, had passed
the winter in the same house as the rooster,
in all friendliness.
With the advent of spring, it appears, the
rooster decided to show his assembled wives
what a gallant chap he was. The inoffensive
drake was the handiest victim and the big
red. rooster suddenly emitted a clarion bat
tie-cry and fell upon him.
The drake appeared a bit confused, as
the rooster pecked furiously at the back of
his head. At first he seemed to regard it as
a new kind of play. Then, stung by the pun
ishment, he suddenly whirled, sprang
« straight for the rooster’s head, and attached
‘ himself to the rooster’s pendant wattles.
» Mr. Rooster never had been handled, or
rather wattled, in this way before. In ten'
’ seconds he was squawking about the yard,
trying to shake off his strange foe, which
t clung like a bulldog. Finally the rooster
' broke away from the clinch, only to be seized
by the tail. Then were the startled female
occupants of the yard astounded by the sight
of their bold and beautiful champion in full
flight uttering piteous cries that might be
interpreted as "Lemme go!” or ‘‘Pullim
off!”
Only by wriggling through a small door
and thus scraping his enemy off did the
rooster get free, leaving a fair proportion of
his once-pompous tail in the jaws of the
drake, if his maxillary equipment may be so
termed.
The drake now is boss of the yard.
THE ATLANTA TIC WEEr.LV JOURNAL
The League of Youth
APROPOS of Sir James Barrie’s sug
gestion that what the world most
needs is a League of Youth, It is re
called that the creator of Peter Pan was
himself born in 1860. “He is the very man,”
rightly thinks the Boston Transcript, “for
the leadership of such a League, if he can
but get it going.” And the same observer
adds, “There is no time of life when one
feels the spirit of youth singing in one’s
soul so powerfully as when one is about
sixty years old.”
Curiously enough, your jaded, solemn, ex
cessively sophisticated spirit goes less fre
quently with sober three-score than with
the light-treading twenties. Who can forget
the ponderous importance of his first bal
lot, or the gravity of his first sighing dog
gerel sonnet to his “mistress’s eyebrow?”
Lord Byron was but thirty-six when he
wrote:
“My days are in the yellow leaf,
The flowers and fruits of love are
gone,
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze—
A funeral pile.”
And this really besorts better with the
early twenties than with the latter thirties
•—especially the “worm,” the “canker,” and
the “lone volcanic isle.” For only abundant
youth can muster the dramatic valor to revel
in these things. You never catch your
grizzled life-mariner of sixty flirting with vol
canic isles or hugging the worm and canker
to his bosom.
It takes an actress of forty, some one has
said, to interpret Juliette of fifteen. Cer
tainly it takes life’s autumntide to show
what eager April meant. The young can af
ford to be cynical; age must be of kindly
faith, else its harvest is but ashes. Browning
says it supremely well:
“Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was
made:
Our times are in his hand
Who said, ‘A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see
all, nor be afraid!’ ”
American-Made Styles
MADAME JOFFRE, the wife of the
Field Marshal gave the Parisian
fashion arbiters and dressmakers
quite a severe shock on her recent visit to
America when she declared that American
dresses are far superior to those of the
French capital.
“I adore American clothes,” declared
Madame Joffre. “You have beautiful dresses
made here at your very doors, and yet you
think it necessary to choose those that came
from Paris. I have beeii buying American
clothes because I prefer them.”
Madame Joffre then went on to say that
not only are American women wearing Ameri
can clothes far better dressed than Euro
pean women, but that European men cannot
compare with the men of this country when
it comes to clothes.
In the latter opinion we confess whole
hearted agreement. We could never under
stand how an English tailor in a sober
moment in full possession of his faculties
could cut such atrocious clothes.
Lady Astor corroborates the opinion of
Madame Joffre by expressing a decided pref
erence for the clothes in this country. She
considers them more becoming, more femi
nine, more “snappy and full of pep.” Cer
tainly the feminine styles have had plenty of
the latter quality of recent months—whether
they came from Paris or somewhere else.
home industry is a good civic
doctrine, whether applied to the industries of
one’s city, one’s state or one’s country.
The only rational argument we can see
in favor of patronizing French dressmakers
in preference to .those of our own country
is that such patronage will contribute some
thing to the rehabilitation of French pros
perity and the value of the French franc.
The more valuable their francs, the more
of our goods they can buy.
Mixed Ajyfale Orchards
MIXED varieties of apples in the same
orchard have been found to improve
one another’s quality, according to
announcement by authorities of the experi
ment station of the state of Washington,
which is a leading apple producer in a great
apple-growing section.
“The cause for the low yield of inferior
fruit,” according to these authorities, “is the
same as inbreeding with animals or humans.
In such cases we know the offspring to be
inferior physically and often mentally, while
with apples there is often a total failure of
the blossom to set fruit.
“Investigations carried on in many or
chards under varying climatic conditions
show that sterility is more common among
varieties of apples than fertility. In this con
nection it is interesting and of commercial
importance to note that the size, shape, qual
ity and color of apples are not changed by
the blossoms being fertilized with blossoms
of other varieties. In addition, most of the
common commercial varieties in the Pacific
Northwest have been found to overlap in
their time of blossoming, so that almost any
combination of varieties may be planted in
the same orchard with satisfactory results.”
Georgia apple growers in the Habersham
county section already are turning to variety
orchards instead of relying on single varie
ties. Numerous growers have cut down well
grown and productive trees in a portion of
their orchards to mix one or more varieties.
Their object primarily was to have for the
market at varying times an apple ready for
shipment when the demand came on, but the
Washington experiments show that the mix
ing of varieties will produce good profits in
this other direction.
The Miserable Ruble
HOWEVER else may go the news from
Russia these nays, the wretched ruble
continues on its downward trend to
ward the value of wallpaper and stage
money.
In order to save the paper on which the
ruble-notes are printed the Soviet govern
ment now is planning to print banknotes in
the denomination of one hundred million
rubles —for each banknote.
This is to enable the more opulent finan
ciers of the Soviet regime to carry as much
as $25 in one banknote —that is approximate
ly what 100.000.v00 rubles were worth at
the last quotation. At the original or par
value in foreign exchange, one of the notes
would be worth about $51,500,000.
In Brazil they have a fair idea of the
plight of the ruble. The unit of money there
is the “rei” and when exchange is normal
one thousand reis are worth about twenty
five in United States money. In Brazil,
it takes hundreds of reis to pay car fare or
purchase a glass of beer—real beer, however.
And this is not from any depreciation in the
Brazilian money; it is the usual thing.
At that, the humble rei need not be too
apologetic.
One rei is worth about five hundred rubles.
CO-OPERATE OR PERISH
By H. Addington Bruce
HUMAN life is social life. The funda
mental fact for us to recognize is the
extent to which as human beings our
life is an effect and a cause of the life of our
associates.
“We live a truly human life and find our
happiness and worth only when we are guided
by the habitual realization that we are partici
pants in a common and co-operative enterprise
of creating and maintaining an evolving social
situation which affords to all mankind the op
portunities and the very content of truly human
existence.
“In our personal contacts of the household
and the neighborhood, and in our wider and
more impersonal relations of business and pol
itics, in all our activities, we are essentially par
ticipants in this co-operative enterprse.”
This passage from Dr. Edward Cary Hayes’
“Sociology and Ethics” I have quoted because
it impressively calls attention to a truth dis
regard of which inevitably entails heavy penal
ties.
Were this truth—the great purpose of life as
social evolution through the enlightened co
operation of all individual human beings—ap
preciated and acted upon as it should be, the
sum total of human suffering would be in
stantly and greatly reduced.
We should no longer have wars between na
tions, and wars —class conflicts—with nations. A
world-wide struggle such as that lately precipi
tated by the Germans, with its terrible toll of
death and property destruction, would not be
even a remote possibility.
And proper appreciation of the law of co
operation would put an end forthwith to the
havoc wrought in the world by profiteering, by
lockout and strikes, and by all other baneful
phases of human effort traceable to an over
development of the self-regrading instinct.
Proper appreciation of the necessity for
earnest, honest co-operation would, in the eco
nonjic realm, impel all men to give value for
mcfriey received. Employers would deal fairly
by employed, and the employed would not shirk
work, but put their hearts really in whatever
they undertake.
The life of the home would yield a happiness
unknown today in too many homes where the
self-regarding instinct is dominant. There would
be far fewer marriage failures, far fewer failure s
to rear children to a worthy, efficient, happy
citizenship.
Study the records of divorce cases, analyze
suicides and homicides, scrutinize the personal
histories of those who break down mentally or
nervously, of the incompetent and the unem
ployable—again and again you will find con
clusive evidence that the basic cause of the
misery involved has been desregard of the co
operative principle.
Co-operate or perish!
Such is the warning implied in the truth so
eloquently phrased by Dr. Hayes. And, as
knowledge and insight become more general,
surely we may look forward to a day when it
will be a warning well-nigh universally heeded.
(Copyright, 1922, by The Associated News
papers.)
ARMSTRONG
By Dr. Frank Crane
On Thursday, th© 13th of April last, Her
bert Rowse Armstrong was found guilty and
sentenced to death in a British court on the
charge of murdering his wife by poisoning
her with arsenic. This was the most cele
brated murder case in Great Britain within
living memory. The newspapers published
full page daily reports of the progress of the
trial, and the affair was studiously followed
and exhaustively discussed by millions of
people.
It compared in widespread Interest with
the French case of Landru, who was guillo
tined not long ago for murdering a dozen or
so of his wives and burning their remains
in the kitchen stove.
A lawyer in a imall town, and a clerk to
the local justices there; an officer in the
Great War who had clone good service, which
he might have avoided on the score of his
age; a devoted husband and father—this
was the record of the man who on the last
day of the year 1921 was suddenly arrested
on the charge of attempting of life of a fel
low attorney, Mr. Oswald Martin, by putting
arsenic in the food offered to him at the
tea table.
His trial for this alleged crime had not
progressed very far when suspicions were
raised in regard to the death of Mrs. Arm
strong, who had died nearly a year before.
Her body was exhumed and examined, and
the expert analyst declared that he had never
discovered so large a quantity of arsenic in
any body before. Had it not been for the
Martin incident nobody would have suspect
ed that Mrs. Armstrong had died from other
than natural causes, as she had been a
chronic invalid.
Armstrong freely admitted that he had
bought arsenic for the purpose of killing
weeds in his garden. He had never made
the slightest attempt at secrecy in these pur
chases, and his conduct during his wife’s ill
ness had been open and natural. His wife
had been unhappy and a nervous invalid, who
had at times given the impression that she
might try to make away with herself. The
line of defense was that the woman had
committed suicide.
Viewed from the angle of motives, the
acts of Armstrong might have been those of
a madman, as he had had no difficulty with
Mr. Martin except a flight disagrement about
some legal business, and he had not been on
bad terms with his wife. "To be sure, he in
herited about SIO,OOO from her, but this
motive would seem insufficient.
The judge, however, in summing up the
case, made rather a significant statement:
“You will never find in a crime such as this
a motive which you or I, I hope, would think
an adequate one."
Armstrong was convicted entirely on cir
cumstantial evidence, but, as the judge stat
ed, circumstantial evidence is as good as any
other evidence if there is enough of it and
it is relevant.
He had a fair trial, and both judge and
jury were convinced of his guilt. The case
passes into history a one of those amazing
cases of aberration or moral deficiency for
which perhaps the War, by its lapse into ut
ter barbarism, may be to blame.
(Copyright, 1922, by Frank Crane)
Editorial Echoes
Strong resolutions committing its member
ship to uncompromising warfare in behalf of
the freedom of the press were adopted at the
recent meeting of the American Newspaper
Publishers’ association in New York.
In their campaign, the newspapers will
confidently expect the strong support of a
public trained to believe in a free press as
the safeguard of the people’s liberties.
The American press may not be above criti
cism, but it certainly is a deal better than any
substitute that special interest, whether ul
traradical or ultraconservative, could devise.
It always is subject to the curb of public cen
sure—and no institution in the country feels
adverse criticism so quickly or so keenly.
That is all the censorship required. It
suffices to prevent continued injustice, un
fairness or veniality. No newspaper long can
run counter to public opinion and prosper.
Some try—but they speedily learn the error
of their ways.
The people can deal with this matter in
their own way. They have been dealing with
it successfully from the earliest days of
American history. They are capable of ex
ercising that power, through force of public
opinion, in the future.
This control the press welcomes, but any
other it should and it will resist to the final
extreme. —Seattle Times. (Ind. Rep.)
DOROTHY DIX TALKS—POOR LITTLE NO. 2
WHY are men who are so clever about
other things stupid about love?
Why do men give so much time
and thought to making their business a suc
cess and none at all to making their mar
riage a success?
Why do men make such a profound study
of the psychology of other men with
whom they must deal, yet never think it
worth while to attempt to find out what
their wives are thinking and feeling, or how
they are reacting to any given situation?
Why do intelligent men, good men, kind,
well-meaning men, men who really love
their wives, go blundering along through
forty or fifty years of married life, break
ing their wives’ hearts, and turning matri
mony into an arid desert, when they could
make it blossom like the rose if only they
would say a few kind words now and then,
or use a little tact and diplomacy in dealing
with the women to whom they are married?
Nobody knows, least of all do the men
themselves know. The way of a snake on
a rock, and a man with a maid are set down
in Holy Writ as two of the unfathomable
mysteries of the world but they are easy
riddles to read compared to the attitude of
husbands towards wives. Perhaps that is
the problem that the Sphinx broods over in
the desert, and why its lips are curved in
a smile half pitying, half sardonic.
For the curious part of the matter is this,
that good husbands are as rare as black
diamonds, yet practically every man when he
marries intends to be a jewel of a husband,
and, as a general thing, he never finds out
that he fails to be anything but pinchbeck,
and he never dreams that his wife is not
perfectly satisfied with him, and that she
doesn’t thank the Lord on her bended knees
for him every night. He feels that he has
done his full duty when he feeds her and
clothes her, and he is blissfully unaware that
he has rubbed all of the gilt off of her
romance, and put his big hulking foot
through all her girlish dreams of what mar
ried life with the man she loved would
be.
For men don’t waste their time in study
ing women, or trying to see life from the
feminine point of view. Consequently they
never find out that little things are big
things to women, and that a woman’s happi
ness often depends on trifles.
As an interesting illustration of this, I sub
mit the-case of a young woman I know whose
whole life is being ruined by her husband’s
obtuseness. His, also, because he cannot
understand why his wife should be the melan
choly wreck she is when she has all of the
orthodox feminine blessings, a good hus
band, a good home, and a good income.
This particular man is a splendid fellow.
When he was young he married a woman
slightly older than himself. She was a
strong, efficient, forceful woman, a fine man
ager, and a model housekeeper; but she died,
and he took unto himself, as a second wife,
a girl much younger than himself, a gentle,
The George Washington Memorial —By Frederic J. Haskin
WASHINGTON, D. C., May 12. —George
Washington and the 4,800,000 men
who represented America in the re
cent war are to be honored together in a
great memorial auditorium in this city.
The project is called th© George Washing
ton Memorial because it was started 24 years
ago for the purpose of carrying out one of
the unfulfilled provisions of Washington’s
will. The war broke into the slowly develop
ing plans, and afterward the idea of the
double memorial took shape.
Now, plans are going rapidly forward. Con
gress has approved the project and donated
a site in a central location where some of the
temporary government offices stood during
the war. The comer stone was laid by Presi
dent Harding last November, a few days aft
er the Unknown Soldier was honored in the
capital. Mrs. Harding has been made honor
ary president of the Georg© Washington
Memorial Association, and the $7,000,000
necessary to erect the building is being rais
ed among states and organizations. Gover
nors of all the states have indorsed the plan,
and Tennessee has authorized a bond issue
of SIOO,OOO as its share in the fund. Con
struction work will begir next year, it is
hoped.
Plans for the memorial have been approv
ed by the National Commission on Fine Arts.
A model stands in the headquarters of the
memorial association. It shows a four
story, square building, so broad as to appear
very low set. The material, like most pub
lic buildings in Washington will be white
stone, and the usual Greek effect of a colon
nade of pillars is used at the front and back.
The central feature of the building is t’..e
large auditorium seating 7,000 with suitable
accommodations for national and interna
tional gatherings.
The lofty dome of this auditorium is to be
the specific memorial to th© soldiers, sailors
and marines of the World War. Each man
who fell in the war is to be represented by a
gold star in the dome, and all others by blue
stars. These 4,800,000 stars are to be per
sonal memorials because the intials of the
men they represent are to be on them, and
it is planned that by use of a diagram and a
field glass visitors to the hall will be able
to locate the names of their own war heroes.
The dome of stars is expected to prove of
increasing interest with the passing of time.
In a speech at the cornerstone ceremony, Ad
miral Coontz, chief of naval operations, re
ferred to the dome of stars as the part of
the project that appealed to him most.
“Can you not Imagine,” said the admiral,
“the children, the grandchildren and the
great-grandchildren of the Great War mak-
ANDREW AND IMOGENE —By Roe Fulkerson
They were enroute to the country club
for dinner. Imogene sat alone in the front
seat of the car driving. Andrew and Billy
Sands were in the back, but both leaning
forward so that Imogene was included in
the conversation and she was tossing re
marks over her shoulder to them.
Suddenly there was the sput, sput, sput of
a motorcycle alongside and the driver raised
his hand for Imogene to stop and caught
the side of the car. She noted the police
badge on his breast and pulled in to the
curb.
“You are violating the speed regulations,
lady,” said the officer.
“Oh, I am so sorry,” exclaimed Imogene
with her readiest smile. “I wlil go slower
from now on.”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied the officer with
sarcasm. “After the judge gets through with
you in the morning, I think you will stop
driving through the streets at 22 miles an
hour/’
“The judge?” said Imogene with trem
bling chin.
“Yes ma’am,” replied the officer, “you
are under arrest, you know. If you will
give me your card, I will not take you to
the station house and lock you up.”
“Andrew, why don’t you do something?”
said Imogene, pathetically.
“What shall I do?” asked Andrew; “shall
I kill him?” he laughed into the face of the
policeman.
“Your wife?” asked the officer, jerking
his thumb at Imogene as Andrew handed
him his card.
“Yep,” said Andrew, “we were kidding
with her over the back of the seat and she
did not notice how fast she was going.”
“For the Lord’s sake, hold her down!”
said the officer seriously.
“The captain is on our backs about you
country club people, and I am liable to lose
some buttons for this.”
TUESDAY, MAY 16, 1933-
clinging little thing who adored him, and
whom he Idved dearly.
But the man’s idea of loyalty to his first
wife is to keep her presence alive in the
house. Her portrait hangs over his desk.
Her photographs are scattered about in al
most every room. The furniture represents
the first wife’s taste. They sit in her chairs,
eat off her china. She is a hovering ghost of
an evening as they read by her lamp.
Worse still, the husband talks of her con
tinually. He is full of reminiscences of their
life together, and when he finds fault with
the way No. 2 does anything, he tells her
that No. 1 always did-thus-and-so until poor,
little No. 2 has come to believe that the
only perfect woman who ever lived was her
husband’s first wife.
And this man who was a good husband to
one woman, and is trying to be a good hus
band to another, hasn t sense enough to per
ceive that he is actually torturing his pres
ent wife to death, and that every time he
mentions his first wife to her he inflicts just
as much pain on her as if he had thrust a
knife into her heart.
For the very quintessence of distilled jeal
ousy, the bitterest drop in the cup of gall,
is the futile, helpless jealousy a second wife
feels for a first whose virtues and excellences
are thrown in her teeth. With a living rival,
she can battle. She can match charm with
charm, art with art, allure with allure. She
can find defects in a living woman’s ar.uor,
she can strip from her her cloak of superi
ority, but she cannot attack the dead. She
is powerless before one whose every good
quality is magnified by the grave.
When a woman sings the saga, of her first
husband’s virtues to her second she does it
through sheer devilishness, and with malice
aforethought, but men actually are idiotic
enough to think they are making a hit with
their No. 2 wives by showing them how
tenderly they remember their No. I’s.
This is proven by the fact that when a
widower goes a-woolng he almost invariably
commences his courtship by telling tjie woman
how much she reminds him of his dear, de
parted Maria Ann, and he doesn’t have
gumption enough to perceive that there
isn’t a woman alive or dead that she wouldn’t
rather be like than the lady into whose shoes
she is preparing to step.
It does look as if a long and intensive
course of matrimony should teach even the
dullest man that every woman’s heart’s de
sire is to be the first and only love of the
man she loves, and that it is bad enough for
her to have to sit at the second table in a
husband’s heart, and feed upon rehashed af
fection, and warmed over romance, without
having the bitter knowledge continually
thrown in her face.
But it doesn’t. Husband blithely babbles
on to No. 2 about No. 1, and wonders whence
comes that sound as of grinding teeth.
For even the cleverest men are stupid in
love.
(Copyright, 1922, by the Wheeler Syndi
cate, Inc.)
ing Washington a mecca to visit, to look for
their ancestor’s star. I am a great believer
in tradition, for it is only in the contempla
tion of great and noble deeds in the past that
we are led to the same in the present and
the future.”
Around the auditorium are to be a great
many rooms, all dedicated to patriotic and
national uses. On the first floor there will
be smaller meeting halls and two museums
which will contain collections of war trophies
and relics, documents, uniforms, guns and
souvenirs of famous men.
Th© second floor is to have a large ban
quet hall where state banquets can be held
and distinguished statesmen entertained.
There will also be reception rooms and a
long row of rooms where patriotic societies
will establish permanent headquarters. Such
organizations as the Colonial Dames, Sons of
Veterans, and Daughters of 1812 are to make
use of these rooms, and some societies have
already set aside funds to furnish and main
tain rooms here.
Above, on the third floor, rooms are to
be reserved for each of the states and terri
tories, to be furnished by them and used
for state societies and other state purposes.
The fourth floor is arranged in more offices
for patriotic and national societies.
A Long Felt Need
The need for this type of public buildings
has long been apparent. Members of the
patriotic societies come to Washington at
times for conventions, to promote special
legislation, to consult government records,
and to use the fine genealogical collection
at the library of congress. But most of the
societies have no headquarters, no special
place where members can get information,
or hold meetings. Worst of all, Washington
lacks a suitable auditorium for meetings of
large, important bodies.
It was because a “patriotic building” was
needed and because it seemed to fulfill, In
spirit at least, the almost forgotten desire
expressed In Washington’s will, that the
George Washington Memorial took this form.
The first president had a long cherished
dream of a national university to stimulate
high ideals in the youth of the land. In
his last message to congress he urged that
body to promote Institutions for the dissemi
nation of learning. In his will he said he
regretted that American students should go
to other countries to receive higher learning
and foreign ideas at an impressionable age
when they should be imbibing the principles
of patriotism. He expressed an ardent wish
that there should be founded a national
university, free, as far as reasonable, from
local attachments and state prejudices, and
he left $25,000 to establish that university.
“She need not show up In the morning
then?” asked Andrew.
“Naw! Os course not!” replied the officer.
“Tell me your name,” said Andrew. “I
want to send you a box of cigars, brother.”
“Nix on that,” laughed the policeman, “I
will see you Wednesday night. You know me
when I am not in uniform. Careful now
you!” he said, shaking his finger at Imo
gene; “I’ll send you up for life if I . ever
catch you speedin’ again.”
“Why did he turn me loose, Andrew?”
asked Imogene when they nad gone a few
blocks further.
“He’s a lodge brother,” laughed Andrew.
“How did you know?” she demanded hap
pily.
“He wriggled his left ear, which is the
sign of recognition, then I scratched the left
corner of my right eye which is th*e sign of
distress and he kicked the front wheel of
his motorcycle which means ‘l’ve got you
Steve’.”
“Andrew, are you telling me the truth?”
she demanded.
“Ain’t I, Billy?” asked Andrew.
“Gospel truth,” affirmed Billy.
They rode on in silence for several miles
and at last Imogene called over her shoul
der, “Andrew!”
“Yes,” he replied, leaning forward.
“Will you tell me the truth if I ask you
something?”
“Sure!” replied Andrew.
“Well, suppose that policeman had been
on foot or on horseback and you had seen
him wriggle his left ear and then rubbed
your left eye, how would he have made
that ‘I got you, Stephen’ sign? He would
have had no front wheel to kick.”
Andrew choked and the wind made tears
come in his eyes then, so Billy Sands an
swered, “I will explain when we are eating
dinner.”
(Copyright, 1922, by 21st Century Press,
Inc.)
Around the World
Tri.-'Weekly News Flashes From All Over
the Earth.
The Flapper
Mere man must make the move that will
bring the flapper back to girlcy.
The modern girl is bent on “shifting” civ
ilization into the bottomless pit and it’s up
to man to stave off the calamity.
This note of warning was sounded by the
Rev. Alice Phillips Aldrich pastor of the
Bethany Congregational church, Chicago, and
noted social worker.
“The flapper has turned his world of ours
topysy turvy,” said the Reverned Aldrich. )
“The deplorable moral conditions that must
concern every thinking person can be laid
to the twentieth century edition of the fair
est work of the Great Author.
“The edition must be delated—censored.
And the man must wield the blue penefL
When girls go too far and surely that time is
not far distant—man will revolt and demand
a return to genuine girlcy.
“Nowadays, it’s the girl who ‘cops’ th©
man. She sets out to get him, and, in most
cases, succeeds before he knows he’s
caught.”
The change in girls in the last generation
is startling, said the Reverend Aldrich.
“The last generation of girls was coquet
tish and of, course, not all saints. But they
didn’t have the bold ways of the girl of to
day.”
Paris Fire
The Casino de Paris, one of Paris’ largest
theaters, where Pearl White and other Ameri
can artists are appearing, was swept by firn
this week. The flames spread rapidly, threat
ening to leap to adjoining department stores
in the lower Montmartre quarter.
Blames Liquor
“Bad whisky” was denounced in Chatta
nooga by Judge Oscar Yarnell, of the Hamil
ton county circuit cburt, as the greatest
breeder of divorces in America. With bad
whisky, said the judge, is combined bad
temper, bad conduct and bad women.
“Any man who drinks liquor ought to
pick out and pay for his coffin and shroud,
select his pall-bearers and make arrange
ments for an early funeral sb that after his
death his heirs and assigns forever will be
saved this trouble, which he isn’t worth,”
said the judge.
Twenty-two divorces were granted by the
court, and hard liquor, mostly the corn of
the mountains, seemed to figure in each of
them. After the sorrowful grist had ground
through the mill, Judge Yarnell looked
mournfully on his empty court as he mused:
“The greatest cause of divorce there ever 1
was is drinking. I’ve seen it thousands of '
times. It isn’t as bad now as it was in the
old saloon days, but Lord knows it’s bad
enough. A husband who drinks—no matter
how z little—is the worst menace to any fam
ily. That goes for th© big banker just as
well as for the humble laborer. Cruelty
knows no class.”
Veteran Dies
The body of Tom Lewis, bugler, of the
Thirty-first infantry, at Fort McKinley, was
found floating in the Passig river, Philippine
Islands, on Monday, after the regimental of
ficer had searched three days for him to
sign honorable discharge papers. Lewis played
taps over the grave of President McKinley,
He had a sister living in New York City.
Lewis arrived in Manila from San Fran
cisco a week ago on the transport, Sherman,
and had been absent three days without
leave. His honorable retirement was a year
and two months overdue and the papers from
Washington had just arrived.
With twenty years of good service behind *
him, the officers recommended for him a
non-commissioned grade for retirement, but
Lewis said “No, I have always been a bugler »
and will die a bugler.” 4
The police believe that Lewis fell into the
river accidentally. The body leaves Manila
in June on a transport for the United States.
“Disgrace Day”
“National disgrace day” was observed J
generally this week in Amoy, China, as a
mark of protest against Japan’s “twenty-one
demands” on China, made in 1915. All places
of business and amusement were closed, the
schools, guilds, clubs and other organiza
tions uniting in an immense parade and
demonstrations.
Irish Fleet
An Irish merchant marine fleet, the first
in history, is being made ready for operation
to war on British trade and to carry out th©
boycott on all British shipping lines declared
by the national convention of the American
Association for the Recognition of Ireland.
The first ship of the fleet—lrish owned
and Irish directed—will make its maiden
voyage from the port of New York June 1,
carrying the Irish tri-color and the American
flag, it was announced here today. The first
freighter of the new line will sail within ten
days. All of the crews are to be Irish-Ameri
can.
PRESS TALK IN GEORGIA
BY JACK L. PATTERSON.
Explaining Old Age
It is said that a Virginia man never saw
an automobile until the other day—his nin©-
ty-eighth birthday—and the Birmingham
News 'lows “That’s one reason he’s ninety
eight.”—Columbus Enquirer-Sun.
A Natural Belief
“Still,” says the bachelor editor of the Grif
fin News and Sun, “it is but natural that the f
men of other countries should think their
own women the most beautiful. They have
not seen ours.”
The Public Debt
The public debt of the United States stood
at a little over $23,000,000,000 on May 1. It
seems a pretty big figure in comparison with
what the government owed before we were
drawn into the World War, but when we
compare it with those of the more heavily but
dened countries of Europe we realize how for
tunate we are. We can carry our load, un
comfortable though it may be a. times’ but
some of the Old World governments seem to
be hopelessly burdened.
QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
Two women who hated each other so
heartily that they always kissed when they
met, were talking in that sweetly affection
ate way in which women on such terms J
converse.
One said, with a sigh, “My, how I hate to
think of my thirtieth birthday!”
“Heaven!” said the other, innocaaHy.
“What a memory you’ve got! Did some
thing unpleasant happen on that day?”
A certain organist was so proud of his degree
that he was careful to put “Mus. Doc.” after his
name on every possible occasion. To him came
a small boy. “Please, sir, aren’t you a doctor
of music ”
“Yes, my boy.”
“Well, Billy here has bent his tin trumpet.
Can you put it straight, please ”
A professor of biology addressed his class
♦hus:
“I propose to show you a very fine specimen
of a dissected frog which I have in this par
cel.”
Undoing the parcel he disclosed some sand
wiches, a hard-boiled egg and some fruit.
“But—but surely I ate my lunchl ”he said. ,