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A Man Does Not Get Old
Until He Is Ninety—
M R
Os Course Not. Ninety Should Be the Prime of Life, A Hundred
and Forty-four Will Be a Good Average Old
Age in Days to Come.
At a meeting of the Medico-Legal society, recently, it was
stated that a man of fifty ought to have forty gojod years ahead of
him.
As a matter of fact, a man of fifty in the really scientific and
civilized days that are to come, will have NINETY GOOD YEARS
AHEAD OF HIM.
There was a day—only a few generations hack—when the sec
ond largest city in France had not one single man or woman past
fifty .years of age.
Sewerage ran through the open streets and into the wells. The
graveyards were on the hills above the villages and the diseases of
the dead ran down into the springs.
Plague occasionally killed half of all the people. And regularly
it killed them before half their natural life had passed.
Now, a man at fifty is considered young—he was once gray
bearded. waiting for death.
In days to come, and not far off. the man of ninety will be in
his primed Old age will begin long past a hundred. And death will
come, in the case of the average, well-behaved man, at between 140
and 150 years of age. The exceptional man will live to two hun
dred —and probably be very tiresome telling of the changes that he
has seen in real estate values.
An animal should live at least ten times as long as the time it
takes him to reach the age of reproduction.
A horse becomes a father at two years of age and lives to be
at least twenty—even to forty.
The animals, on an average, all live at least ten times as long
as it takes them to reach the paternal age.
Man becomes a father at the earliest at about fifteen. And,
according to the simple rule, he ought to live to a hundred and fifty.
Life will be divided up into interesting periods when it reaches
its full length.
Youth will last, with its imagination, hopes and romance, to
about fifty.
Earnest, hard work will last from fifty to a hundred. From
one hundred to a hundred and twenty five years of age a man will
work intellectually, getting the best results of his observations and
experiences.
At a hundred and twenty-five he will become self indulgent,
'take life quietly, sit up at night examining the stars, wondering
where he will go next, reading the latest books, traveling around
the world occasionally—perhaps once a month when the trip shall
take only one day.
The old man of a hundred and forty will become*really self
indulgent, work very little, enjoy ten years of pleasure and intel
lectual excitement —then die and begin all over again on this earth
or some other.
And that is not so very far off. This world moves very rapidly
T <SS MARGERY SOMEBODY
ivl SOMETHING ’ of Devon
shire, England, has fallen In
love with a Turk and run away
and married him. and now she's
gone to Turkey to wear a veil and
anklets, and live in a harem. and
learn to like sweetmeats flavored
with perfume, and be a real harem
heroine. How romantic—for a few
weeks!
The Turk is a very handsome
Turk and very well educated- and.
oh' he did. make such desperate
love—staid he'd die If Margery
Somebody Something didn't mar
ry him right then and there -gave
her rubies as big as pigeons' eggs
and emeralds the size of thimbles,
and he fairly hung her in diamonds
the very w eek they were married.
And then—he's so divinely jeal
ous —almost died of fury when the
waiter asked her w hat she would
order next, and threatened to com
mit murder if she allowed her own
first cousin, who had been brought
up in the same house with her. ever
to speak to her again. Delicious,
delightful, glorious fop a few min
utes!
But afterward"
Poor little Margery Somebody
Something. 1 wonder how long it
will be till she will give ail the
emeralds tn Turkey to see one hon
est English face, and how long
will it take her. 1 wonder, to hate
the very sight of anklets and to
wish she had nevi r been born w hen
the nas> to sit on a cushion and
".11- at the antics of a r,rea«y hedl
steed Canting girl, w ho maki
fectly shocking cy>-s at the hand
some Turk right before her very
eyes ?
Life in a harem? How romantic
it does sound —fountains, bulbuls,
black slaves, the clash of anklets,
the swish of tinseled veils. Bui
how stupid, how vvearingly. mad
deningly stupid it must be af> r the
first 24 hours
No one to talk to but the hand
some Turk, and he doesn’t care
much to hear women talk, thanks.
No papers to read, no books no
friends, no traveling, nothing but
sweetmeats and veils and perfume
and—the Terrible Turk
Mystery, seclusion, st >-rec;, how
we.ll they soun'd in a book, and
what a bore they always are in
real life. Mysterlou people
never clever people: they are just
dull and very often cruel--that's
all.
The dark flashing eyes that are
ao alluring before tnarriag< < an be
come a frightful nuisance ifwr th
wedding ceremony if they next r do
anything but flash. And, putting
Married to a Turk
Bv WINIFRED BLACK
everything else aside, oh, Margery
Somebody Something, didn't you
realize in the least the terrific ef
fect of centuries of absolutely dif
ferent training?
Why. it's hard enough to get over
the fact that your husband likes
hot biscuits when you like "light
bread." as he will persist in calling
for it. though every one knows or
should know that bread is bread
and biscuit biscuit It's difficult
enough to get on with a Westerner
who is always finding some excuse
for "shedding” his collar, if you
happen to be New England born
and want every stick in the wood
pile as straight as a string.
Hut to marry a man of different
nationality different training, dif
ferent ideals, even different tastes
in clothes, and quite, oh. quite, dif
ferent notions of the proper thing
to cat for breakfast, is a much more
serious matter.
Oh. little Miss Margery Some
body Something, my heart fairly
ach» s for you this very hour, it
does, indeed!
What are you doing now, pray
tell*’ Having paint an inch thick
smeared all over your nice, fresjh
English complexion to please your
lord and master? That's what he
is over there, you see; not just a
plain husband, but a lord and mas
ter.
Are you begging him humbly to
let you go out with a eunuch for a
toddle—just a little pitiful, veiled,
swaddled toddle—in a walled gar
den somewhere, where .von can't
rep ?. soul but the old toad who
live under the' great red-flowered
bush by the water gate?
Is rout mother-in-law living
with you in the harem, and how
many favorites are there there now?
None and .von reign alone?
\\ ' 11, it's early yet. and y ou are.
they say. very pretty; you haven't
cried all the blue out of your poor
eyes yet—poor thing; poor, little,
foolish thing.
Little Miss Margery Somebody
Something, tell us, pray, what do
you expect, and why in the name of
common sense do you expect it?
You ar, as foolish ns the man
1 know who has just married a lit
tle goose of a flirt just because she
has pretty hair and a dimple, and
who is beginning to blame her for
not knowing what he mean; when
he talks about the "higher destiny
of man."
Marriage is no talisman turning
a whole nature right straight
The Atlanta Georgian
HE NEVER HAD A CHANCE
That Is What Nine Men Out of Ten Who Are Failures Say. Look Out That You Don’t Say It Yourself.
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No. 5.
Yum’s little fighter did so well that the
money was coming in faster than he could spend
it. It was really the first soft dough he ever had,
and it went as it came, easy. He learned to play
pool around the neighborhood; then later was so
good that he meandered up to the Broadway pool
parlors, where they played for money. He might
as well be sjen up there with the big sports. Who
was better known than Yum?
He met a boy from his old town up there
and got an earfull of news. Some of his school
friends were in business and getting along fairly.
T T THY do graceless good-for-
V'%/ nothings seem to have a
peculiar fascination for
women? Why will a wife cling to
some worthless, drunken reprobate
of a husband with a devotion that
nothing can lessen, while she will
get up and leave for a trivial cause
a perfectly upright and worthy man
who is a good provider? Why is
the black sheep invariably wother’s
darling among all her children?
To answer these questions we
have to go back to the Garden of
Eden and our first mother, who
risked Paradise to- find out about
wicked things she had no business
knowing. The same curiosity about
forbidden things is still rampant in
every innocent and ignorant femi
nine breast, and the man who is re
puted to be wild and lawless still
fires her fancy as the serpent did
Eve's, be, iiusr he represents to her
•he world of things whose doors
are closed to her.
Heaven knows that, in reality,
there is nothing romantic in the
drunkard, or the gambler, or the
roue, or the ne'er-do-well. He's a
sordid enough figure to any who
look at him with clear eyes, but the
imagination of foolish women make
of his vices a prince's cloak to wrap
him in. and turn his weaknesses
and shiftlessness into high spirits.
Literally no good, honest, indus
trious. every-day sort of a man can
compete tn a woman's favor with a
scamp, and no man has s>,, potent
away of wooing as he who has the
story of a dark and sinister past to
toll.
The Better the Woman the
Worse She Likes the Man To Be.
\nd. curiously enough, the better
the woman the worse she likes the
man to be That is why saints so
often miry villains. The woman
who has seen much of the world,
and who knows that pasts have a
way of coming home to roost, and
That there is nothing romantic or
dashing about a man who comes
staggeilng along. fuddled with
drink, o; who gambles away the
grocery money, picks out a good,
clean, thrifty man when she wants
a husband. But the unsophisticated
woman, who kn >ws nothing of the
realities of lift, falls a victim to thi
biandi- IP. ms Ot the s, amp If he
even Sa much as looks her way.
DOROTHY DIX WRITES
nr
Some Reasons Why Women Love Scamps
WEDNESDAY. MAY 29, 1912.
Os course, it would be years before they’d get
what he made in a week. He smiled as he heard
of them. Poor hoobsl
An uncle wrote Yum offering him a position
in a big store with a chance to advance, hut he
couldn't see it at all. Why work like a slave
when you can get it by managing fighters? Huh?
The game was flourishing, but there was
some talk of putting a stop to it. Yum was a bit
worried, hut figured boxing too popular to be
stopped. He played pool and spent his evenings
in pleasure. Why should he worry?
(To Be Continued.)
Bv DOROTHY DIX
Os course, in explanation of why
women seem- to have a peculiar
mania for loving unworthy men, it
may he said that the black sheep
very often has graces and charms
of personality that his white broth
er lacks. It is a. truism that vice is
generally more attractive than
virtue, and ail of us know from per
sonal experience how much more
lovable certain people are who have
nothing hut their faults to recom
mend them than certain other peo
ple who are models of all the vir
tues.
We have all seen some man who
was a light in the church, an ex
ample in the community, the very
pattern of probity, and honesty, a
man whose wife rode in her auto
mobile, and had a fine house, and
rich clothing, and everything ap
parently that the heart of woman
could desire, die. and leave a widow
who made scarcely a pretense of
regretting him. We have seen an
other man die w ho had been almost
an outcast in the community, and
whose wife had gone shabby and
poor, and toiled to support him,
and he left behind him a broken
hearted widow who mourned him to
the day of her death.
Woman's Ruling Passion Is
Desire to Reform Some One.
Such spectacles make us marvel
at the illogic of women, and say
that a man has small encourage
ment to go straight, or to work his
fingers to the bone supporting a
wife, if he expects her to love him
in proportion for what he is. or
does for her. The answer is that
love isn't a mater of volition, and
the man w ho gives his wife sympa
thy and tenderness'Sometimes gives
her more than he who gives his
wife sealskins and diamonds.
Another reason why black sheep
have a fascination for women is
because the ruling passion w ith the
sex is reformation. No woman can
see anything, or anybody, without
a consuming desire to make them
over according to her own little
perforated paper patterns.
The man who is already walking
in the straight and narrow path of
fers small opportunity for the ex
ercise of the pleasures of reforma
tion The most his wife can hope
to tin is to make him cut his hair
another way. and buy .mother styl<
• ollar. and let her pick out his
neckties, but the drunkard, or the
gambler, or the man with a past is
like a free ticket to a picnic to her.
She has a vision of her altering
his entire manner of life, weaning
him away from all of his former
associates, quenching his thirst,
curing the itch in his fingers for the
pasteboards, blinding him to all
other women, and leading him up to
the higher life, during all of which
proceeding she is having the time
of her life. That is why, when a
bad man makes a little, ignorant,
unsophisticated girl his Mother
Confessor, and tells her that he
only needs her influence to make
him another man, that it is all over
except sending out the wedding
cards.
Still another, and the crucial
reason, why women love scamps is
the eternal mother love that is at
the bottom of every' woman's heart,
and that is its guiding impulse.
Women may admire strength in a
man. but weakness makes an ap
peal to the very core of their being
that strength never does. They may
revere the man who stands alone,
like a rock against the storm, who
has the ability to achieve and com
mand. but they take the poor dere
lict of life, wind beaten, broken,
helpless, in their arms, and hide his
shame upon their breasts.
They may glory in the triumphs
of the successful rr>‘-n. but it is the
failure who coir /limping home
defeated for w Am they make a
crown out of t.ieir tenderness and
pity.
Mother Loves Wayward Son
Because He Needs It.
Because he needs her love more
than her strong, clever, healthy
children, the mother loves best the
one that is sickly, or deformed, or
feeble-minded. Because he needs
her patience and her love most, the
mother loves her wayward son
most. Because all others have turn
ed away from him and he has no
other houlf, she keeps the' light
burning in the window for the
prodigal, and has the warmest wel
< onie for ■fairn when he comes
creeping back in rags and tatters.
God gave to woman this divine
power of forgiveness, this fountain
of love that flows the more the
more it is drawn upon—this brood
ing tenderness that takes in and
shelters .11- the weak and tinny.
And tnen may well thank God
that it is so,.
THE HOME PAPER A
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Writes on 'jMKiSTah
The Future of the Public
School
—and—
The Situation as It Is ®T..]
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Written For The Atlanta Georgian
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Copyright, 1912, by American-Journal-Examiner.
A BOY of erratic tendencies, to
gether with exceptionally
bright intellectual qualities,
was always in trouble in his city
school.
He took small interest in his
studies, was often late, and his
report usually brought sorrow to
his home.
He moved into the country and
entered a graded school, and be
came enamored of study, went
eagerly to his classes and was re
ported among the leaders in all his
studies.
There were two explanations of
this change.
One was the normal, free, out
of-doors life the bov lived; the
other was that HE WAS ONE OF
FIFTEEN IN HIS CLASSES IN
STEAD OF ONE OF SIXTY, AS
IN TOWN.
He felt no individual responsibil
ity in the throng, but in the smaller
band of students he stood forth a
personality, and he felt the “no
blesse oblige” of the situation.
A wave of dissatisfaction is
sweeping over the country regard
ing our school system.
And eventually this will cause a
change to be made.
The larger understanding of
mothers regarding education will
result In the personal element en
tering into the training of chil
dren.
More Teachers, Higher Pay,
Fewer Scholars Needed.
When women have a voice in the
affairs of the nation there will be
more teachers, larger salaries,
fewer pupils in each department,
and more attention will be given
to the temperaments and varying
dispositions of children bv their in-,
structors.
Instead of regarding the little
ones who enter public schols as
machines which must be taught to
go according to one rule, each child
will be studied as a threefold being,
and his mind, body and spirit will
be cared for and developed accord
ing to his own peculiar needs. All
this will come slowly, but it will
come.
Before children enter the public
schools there should be a great
sifting process under the direction
of a national board of scientific
men.
The brain equipment of each
child, the tendencies givfn it at
birth, should be tested: then the
nervous, hysterical and erratic
minds ought to be placed in a school
by themselves, under the care of
men and women who know the la\v
of mental suggestion.
Quiet, loving, wholesome rules,
followed day after day and month
after month, would bring these
children out into the light of self
control and concentration. The
The Little Suffragette
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
SHE wouldn’t know a ballot if she saw one.
She doesn’t care for Roosevelt or for Taft:
She couldn't tell a "cooked'’ poll from a raw one.
And never dreamed of Senatorial graft.
She never prates of woman's real position.
And, up to date, has never cared for strife.
She hasn’t much to say about ambition—
She couldn't make a speech to save her life.
She’s dainty as a morning-glory petal.
She's sunny as the brightest morn in May.
She leaves the votes to folk of sterner metal
Because she's only two years old today.
If stubborn men could catch her dimpled greeting
And g”t one chance her curly head to pet;
They'd sanction women's ’Gting-yes, repeating!
Every one loves a bab} suffragette.
hurried, crow’ding, exciting meth
ods of the public schools are disas
trous to fully half of the unformed '
minds sent in the Intellectual mael
strom which America provides un
der the name of public schools.
Schools Unsafe for Average
American Child.
For the well bom. normal mind
ed, healthy bodied child, who has
wise and careful guardians or pa
rents to assist tn his mental guid
ance. the public school forms a
good basis on which to build an
, education. For the average Ameri
can child of excitable nerves and
precocious tendencies, It is like
deep surf swimming for the inex
perienced and adventurous bather.
The great foundation of educa
tion —character—is not taught in
the public schools. There is no sys
tematized process of developing a
child’s power of concentration;
there is not time for this in the
cramming process now In vogue
and with the enormous pressure
placed on teachers.
No teacher can do justice to
more than fifteen children through
the school hours. In many of our
public schools there are fifty and
sixty children under one instruct
or. This is fatal to the nervous sys
tem of the teacher and deprives the '•
pupils of that personal sympathy
which is of such vital importance. -
Luther Burbank, the famous Cal
ifornia horticulturist, declares that
the great object and alm of his life
Is to apply to the training of chil
dren those scientific Ideas which he
has so successfully employed in
working transformation in plant
life.
The Rev. Dr. James W. Lee,
pastor of St. Johns Southern Meth
odist church, of St. Louis, and for
merly of Atlanta, went to Santa
Rosa, Cal., for an interview wdth
Mr. Burbank. He said to Mr. Bur
bank that he had referred to his
work in an address at Portland.
Oreg., and had expressed the wish
that he might introduce into the
method, of rearing children some of
the scientific ideas that he was ap
plying everj' day to the improve
ment of plants.
Burbank Says Children
Need Spiritual Influences.
Dr. Lee says that Mr. Burbank
replied: "That Is the great ob
ject and aim of my life.”
z Continuing. Mr. Burbank de
clared that plants, weeds and trees
were responsive to a few Influences
in their environment, but that chil
dren were infinitely more respon- \’
sive, and the failure to recognize
the spiritual elements in the %n- w ~ -
vironing conditions of children had
been t£e fatal lack in dealing with
them. •’