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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday
By THE GEORGIAN COMPANT'
At 20 East Alabama St., Atlanta, Ga
Entered as second-class matter at postoffice at Atlanta, unde: act of March 3. 1879.
The Automobile Business Is
Only in Its Babyhood
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One Man Is Making $600,000 A MONTH Out of His Fart In
terest in One Single Machine—That Is Only the Begin
ning. Who Will Be the REAL Automobile Builder?
Before long in this country somebody is going to manufacture
1,000.000 automobiles every year.
Who will be that man?
He and his company—it will be too big for one man perhaps—
will make a net profit of from $25,000,000 to $50,000,000 a year—
and be entitled to it.
A car will cost less than SSOO. perhaps less than S4OO.
It will be sold for about SSO more than it costs to make.
It will be a car built for strength and endurance, for sufficient
but limited speed.
It will be made nearly entirely of metal, little if any wood
about it. little if any upholstery.
It trill be arranged so that it can be used for a delivery wagon
or mechanic's wagon all through the week, and a pleasure vehicle
for the family on Sunday, or in the evening.
It will be arranged also—and what inventor will give us this
feature in a hurry—in such away that the owner will be able to
utilize the power of the engine for work of all kinds.
The farmer ■will jump into his machine, go out two or three
miles or more to the piece of land that ho is clearing, and then use
the machine for power to run a stump puller.
Or he will take his machine out to the fruit orchard, jack up
the two rear wheels, put the weight of his nwn body and half the
weight or the car on a disc harrow. AND DISC HARROW HIS
ORCHARD WITH THE POWER OF THE MACHINE THAT
TOOK HIM TO HIS WORK.
He will go to another place where his truck farm needs irriga
tion. The engine in his car will be hooked up to the pump, and the
irrigating will be done.
Who is going to manufacture a million ears a year? Where is
the man big enough? Some one, or some company, is going to do it.
The car will be built TO LAST ANT) TO WORK It will be
busy all day. It will put out of business jnore than half a dozen
horses —and a good thing.
All the grass and hay and corn and oats that we can spare we
need for cows to give milk and for beasts to give meat.
The more quickly the horses go, the better for the farmers and
the better for the whole country.
Who will supply the combination automobile?
Who will give us the car to take the farmer and his hands to
work, and when they get there supply the power to do the work ?
What car will take a sawyer off to his saw mill and then run
the saw the rest of the day?
What car will take the housecleaner to the big city house, and
then run the vacuum pump to pull all the dust out ot the house and
jend it down the sewer or burn it?
Let no one tell you that the automobile business is being over
done.
As great as the invention of the steam engine is the invention
of the explosive gas engine that takes men at high speed and safety.
The wonderful car at low price will come.
And the wonderful ear for a high price -and worth the price
will persist and increase in efficiency.
Automobiles on wings will carry human beings through the air.
Automobiles will carry men along the road, automobiles will
carry mechanics to their work and help them DO their work when
they get there.
The man who gets $600,000 a month out of his automobile busi
ness now is entitled to it—he gives the country a great deal more
than the country gives him.
But, unless he grows, he will be small compared to the man
that one day will build a million machines each year, ami make a
fortune equal to that of John D Rockefeller bv selling the best pos
sible article AT THE LOWEST POSSIBLE COST.
Do Most Women Want to
Vote?
The question whether the majority of women want to vote
may remain an open question. But the question whether most
women DO vote when they have the chance is approaching a set
tlement
In San Francisco the other day the newly enfranchised wo
men of that city had a chance to vote at a municipal election.
NINETY PER CENT OF THE REGISTERED WOMEN CAST
BALLOTS. AS COMPARED WITH FIFTY PER CENT OF THE
MEN.
The women who served as members of the election boards
ire said to have done their work exceptionally veil
Xow, u may be that women when endowed with the elec
toral franchise make use of it. not because they want to. but be
cause they think they ought to If so. it can hardly be maintained
that a little more conscientiousness put into the ballot box will
hurt the quality of the result
Many public men—Mr. Roosevelt among them -seem to think
they have exhausted the woman's suffrage subject and exhibited
their own unimpeachable fairmindedness when they have de
clared that they are ready to let the women vote whenever a ma
jority of them shall express a desire to do so.
But is that really the last and all-sufficing word on the sub
ject’
If only fifty per cent of the registered men of San Franci-’0
voted at the recent election there, would not the whole male pop
ulation of that city run a grave risk of being disfranchised by
the test that Mr. Roosevelt wants to apply to women?
Has not a qualified male voter a right to vote even though
the majority of male voters should stay at home .
Is not the suffrage a personal right or a personal duty, inde
pendent of the inertness and negligence of majorities?
If so, it would seem that the politicians who are so ready to
let the women vote wh£n the majority of them shall say th'i want
to are just ducking and dodging the real issue.
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DOROTHY DIX WRITES
of-
The Silly Girl Who Is in Love With a Married Man
Bv DOROTHY DIX
I have a letter from a silly girl
who writes:
"I am very much in love with a
married man. who takes me out two
or three times a week to dinners
and the theater. This man sweats
that he worships me. hot he says
that he doesn't intend to get a di
vorce from his ■ wife because it
would injure his business—he is a
doctor and that he doesn't want to
give up his children. But he says
he loves me better than anything
on earth. Do you think he loves me
when he frankly tells me that there
Is no chance of my ever becoming
his wife?”
Does a man love a girl when he
is deliberately ruining her good
name for his own selfish pleasure?
Does a man love a girl when he
places her in a position that he
would shoot any other man down
like a dog if h«* placed his own
daughter or sister tn?
Does a man love a girl when he
takes the b> st years of her life and
gives her- nothing forth m but
shame and regret ”
Does a Man Who Can't. Marry
a. Girl Really Love Her?
Does a man love a girl when he
wins her love, knowing that lie c in
no’ many her. and that he is keep
ing her from loving some either man
who could marry her. and who
would give hc-r a home and the
natural Joy of woman, wifehood and
motherhood ?
tn\ girl who asks if a milled
mar. who ruthlessly offers her up
as a sacrifice to his passion, loves
her. is a fit inmate for an asylum
for the feeble minded She hi<n't
intelligence enough to he allowed
out in publii She needs a guard
ian. or be locked up somewbme
in a padded < ell until she < an take a
goad long think, and estimate just
what such a love D worth—tin kve
that brings her degradation instead
of honor.
Over .nd ab-ne ’he folly ami m
a g::. ommits in permitting herself
t • fall in love with a married man
ami >. c-pting attention from him,
th' :di -■ ' - the thine appalls, one.
It sb.'- ■ .- h an utter lack of intel
ligence t piac a game in which the
FRIDAY. M AA' 3. 1912.
cards are all stacked against you,
and in which you are bound to lose
out in the end. It brands one as
stmh an easy mark to be lu-ed into
a game where one’s opponent takes
none of the risks.
For when a married man invei
gles a girl into a love escapade he
isn't even a square sport. She
takes all the chances, he none. She
gets all the blame, all the criticism,
she loses reputation and character,
and people look at her askance.
They jolly him about his new con
quest. and about being such a devil
of a fellow among the women. It's
pretty unequal, isn't it?
And a woman's a mighty foolish,
unsophisticated, soft kind of a mush
to fall for it, don't you think?
How Does Girl Figure Out
Result of the Situation?
How does the girl who has an
affair with a married man figure
out the situation ? Where does she
expect to come in? If she hopes to
gain any advantage from it she
must count on breaking up the
man’s home, and that’s a cold
blooded piece of villainy that any
body short of a Lucretia Borgia
might stop short of.
i ertaihly no girl with a married
man's kiss »n her lips dares to kneel
down an dwhisper a prayer. She
i rnldn't have the qrontery to ask
tfod to bless - her when she had
been doing the best she could to
bring sorrow on another woman's
head and rob a wife of the one
dearest to her in life. Surely such
a girls dreams must be night
mares through which wail the
cries of the little children from
whom she is trying to steal their
father
It is an evil house, in which no
woman lives happily or secure, that
she builds n the wrecks of an
other woman's home that she has
torn down. Yet if a girl isn't plan
ning such a home for herself when
she abets a married man in being
false to hi? wife, what is she do
ing ' If she doesn't expect him to
divorce Ills wife and marry her,
what future does she conjure up for
herself?
She knows that she is deliberate-
ly cutting herself off from mar
riage with any other man. because
there is nothing that so bespatters
a girl's garments with mud as such
an affair.
The girl may be really innocent
of any actual wrongdoing. She
may have been more silly and sen
timental than sinning, but the mere
fact that she received a married
man's attentions when she knew
that they were bound to compro
mise her in the eyes of the world,
and that she was willing to run
such a risk, makes people inva
riably put the worst construction
possible upon her acts.
Another way in which a girl’s
love affair with a married man is
disastrous to her is that it almost
al wavs leaves her bankrupt in
heart. She has given to him all the
love, all the tenderness, all the faith
and sweetness that were in her,
and she has no more left. I have
seen many such women, who de
veloped into sour, disgruntled old
maids. I have seen many other
such women who married, and who
were weary, bored, joyless wives,
who gave a hard, cold duty to their
husbands In return for the love
that good men lavished upon them.
These women had broken their ala
baster box at the feet of false gods,
and ’hey had nothing to offer up to
the true god of love.
Here Is the Acid Test
of Any Mun's Love.
I do not deny that there are real
tragedies in which a married man.
tied to a w ife who is unworthy
or uncongenial, and for whom he
has no particle of affection, does
• sometimes meet a girl who is his
real soul mate, and for whom he
has an overwhelming love. But
such a man, inspired by a real and
honest love, would die before he
would hurt the girl, or compromise
her If his love can bring her
nothing but sorrow, he goes away
and leaves her.
The acid test of a man's love for
a woman is whether it cherishes
and protects her or hurts her. Try
that, girls, when a married 'nan
makes love to you and you'll send
him back to the home w here he
| belongs.
THE HOME PAPER
Dr. Parkhurst’s Article
on
God’s Business Is Not
Our Business
—and—
Cardinal Gibbons’ View
of the Disaster
Written For The Georgian
By the Rev. Dr. C. H. Parkhurst
WERE the man who some
times writes the articles
that are printed in this
column possessed Os omniscience,
he would be easily able to answer
the questions put. to him, includ
ing such a theological one as has
now come to him.
I will not quote the old proverb
that fools can ask questions which
philosophers can ndt answer, for
neither am I a philosopher and
certain correspondents are not
fools, but, on the contrary, are
usually bright and thoughtful and
honestly desirous of having their
mental difficulties met.
An inquirer writes m.e tonight
as follows: “The Titanic disaster;
was it God’s will? Did God steer
the iceberg toward the Titanic, or
was it another of man’s blunders?”
In some way, *vhich no man can
precisely state, it was both.
The idea which we have of God
is not satisfied, can not be satisfied
by supposing that there is anything
in the universe of nature or tn that
of history over which he does not
exercise some kind of control.
The Bible says that “His king
dom is over all,” and It would not
be if there were anything left out
for which He had no responsibility.
But, while it is well enough to
theorize about all of that. His
business is not our business.
The thing He l s accountable for.
He will take care of in His own
way.
Whatever He may have had to
do with the sinking of the Titanic
man had enough to do with it to
occupy his attention, and if he had
occupied his attention with it more
closely and faithfully than he did
it would not have sunk.
God and man constitute a kind
of co-partnership in such matters
and it is easier to theologize about
them and to dream over God's end
of the contract than it Is to attend
in a practical way to our ownend.
As soon as w-e are. willing to set
tle down and be practical we have
no real difficulty with such a
matter as my correspondent pro
poses.
The officers of the Titanic were,
to this degree, responsible for the
wreck, that if they had done what
they ougK to have done, and could
have done, had kept, the boat dov n
to a proper speed and had steered
off to the south far enough to get
around the ice Instead of going
bumping into it the bodies that
now lie at the bottom of the Atlan
tic would be live men and women,
happy in themselves, happy in each
other and praising the Captain
AND praising God for having
Justice Without Mercy
BY WINIFRED BLACK.
DID you see the story in the
paper about the girl who had
a woman arrested and put in
jail for slander?
The girl was young and well to
do—she has a good position in
some millinery shop or other, so
the paper said, wears neat and
rather smart clothes, and is pretty.
She lives at home with her moth
er. brothers and sister—and she
has a sweetheart. That’s what all
the trouble is about—the sweet
heart.
The woman who was arrested
said something about the girl to
the sweetheart, and the sweetheart
teased the girl about it. and the
girl had the woman arrested for
slander.
The woman who was arrested
was almost scared to death when
the policeman came after her. She
had a husband and four little chil
dren. and the baby has been ill for
some time. The woman cried and
begged ’he girl to forgive her.
But the girl laughed when she
heard about the children, and
would not withdraw the charge.
So the mother left three of her lit
tle children at home alone and
went to jail, taking her baby with
her. .And the girl who had her ar
rested seems to think it is all just
exactly as it should be.
Perhaps it is—who knows? Per
haps the woman with the four chil
dren talks faster and says more
than she should. Perhaps those
few days in jail n 111 teach her to
bridle her tongue.
But do you know what I would
do if I were the sweetheart in the
ease? I would break my engage
ment with this extremely just
young person—and I wouldn't be
her sweetheart another day—no. not
even if she had eyes like purple
pansies and hair as black as night
and a voice like dripping honey.
I wouldn't tie myself up for life
with an unforgiving nature like
that for al! the promises ever made
this side of the Garden of Eden.
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reached the beautiful termination
of a lovely voyage.
So I say again, both did it, but
so much of it as man did is all
that man need think about or busy
himself about.
We ought all of us to be glad
that one dignitary of the church,
and so eminent a one as Cardinal
Gibbons, has not hesitated to put
in crisp and unmistakable terms
the resentment excited In his ca
pacious soul by the unspeakable
horror of the Titanic’s wreck,
Charging it by a straight stroke to
the existing passion for luxury and
the greed of gain.
The terms employed by him lift
the entire event out of the foggy
atmosphere of uncertainty and
compromise.
A sin is half cured when it has
been characterized in language that
no one can fail to understand.
The testimony brought out at
Washington that no attention was
paid to the warning thrown down
from the crow’s nest to the cap
tain’s bridge, that there was ice
ahead, along with the testimony
that the Ice could have been seen
long enough in advance to avoid
disaster if the men on the lookout
had been furnished glasses (which
were asked for. but refused), seems
to put the cap-sheaf on the entire
stack of ignominious neglect.
It costs a struggle to take it all
In.
One’s nerves become so tense and
sensitive as almost to be able to
hear the combined screams and
wails that for an hour prior to the
final explosion and break-up of the
ship are described as having been
audible to those occupying the life
boats.
It is all too horrible to think
about, but it is so horrible that one
can not help thinking about it.
It is to the satisfaction of tho
Incensed and grieving public that
the investigating commission is
canvassing the situation in a man
ner so searching and so prompt and
so free from all that ’dilatoriness
and long-drawn-outedness that is
so apt to characterize American in
vestigations.
Notwithstanding a.ll the sorrow,
•wickedness and destruction that are
the features of this event, we must
believe that good is certain to come
out of it.
It is an awful price to pay, but
there is nothing good tn be fi ar i in
this life without paying for it
Scripture states the fact when it.
says that without the shedding of
blood there is no remission.
Only let us hope that enough
purchase money has been already
laid down sp that a second assess
ment of the same kind will not
have to be called for.
“You are five minutes late—
where have you been?'"
“What did you do with the $5 I
saw you put in your purse yes
terday?”
“I was looking- at you when you
smiled at that girl this morning."
“You forgot our wedding anni
versary—-I shall never forgive you."
Can’t you hear those sentences
and a dozen like them come ring
ing down out of the future of the
man who marries a girl who prides
herself upon the fact that she can
not forgive?
“I am not generous,” said a wom
an I know not long ago, “but I
know I am just.”
And she, who was so proud of
being Just, as she called it, turned
a helpless little girl out into the
street because the little girl had
done wrong and ought “to suffer
for it!”
Just! Oh, heart of iron, give me
no such justice!
I do not want justice for myself
nor for those I love. I want mercy
—*ympathy. forgivencj’*.—and until
I bib so perfect that 1 nona
of these myself I pray Z ntay neve
forget to give them, and to give
them freely and with an open
heart.
So she slandered you. did she. my
high-heeled, proud young woman,
with your beauty and your youth
and your home and your friends—
she, the poor little, friendless, hard
working mother? What a pity you
couldn't forgive her for it—and
make her your loving friend f cr
life.
Wouldn't it have been nice' if
you could have gone to the little
woman in her crowded little flat
and taken a bit of cahdv for the
children and invited them all—
every one of them—to vour wed
ding?
Well, you are young vet—«owe
daj yen may look back 'and wish
vou hadn’t been quite so proud of
being ’ hat no doubt seems to you
“absolutely just."