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EDITORIAL PAGE 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 « r » 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. The Atlanta Georgian THE SHADOW ON THE HEARTH .By HAL COFFMAN. a A ir.g.iirt’G •“ WEB fl &»»J Iwma \ Ili ft”? Im I IP'I c «■' JfißlXSi 1 iWB I f M! ,x . Its ® I X H: 1 • W“ IS. Pl ■ >■ ... Ww JMri- jL / 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. El i • - r w ” \' ' z ' 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."