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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday
By THE GEORGIAN C< MI’ANY
At 20 East Alabama St., Atlanta, (la.
Entered as second-class n .liter ».t postoff < .it Atlanta, under art of March 3. 187?.
Subscription Price Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mail, $5.00 a year.
Payable in advance.
The Government—Through
the Post Office—ls Paying
to Send Farm Workers
Out of This Country
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We Call the Attrition of Mr. Hitchcock, Postmaster General, to
the Fact that Pa-d Advertisements from Canada, Masquer
ading as Pure Reading' Matter, Are Carried Free by the
United States Mails and Injuring United States Farmers
and Business Men.
l-irsl. look at this picture, which we cut from 'Che Montreal
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A SONG AX'D ITS SINGER.
That picture of Uncle Sam weeping rather a. feeble effort at.
humor is supposed to express the exaltation of the Canadians be
cause of the fact that tens of thousands of good American farmers
and especially good American farm WORKERS have the United
States every year.
Our states in the Northwest especially are bitterly complaining
of this constant draining of good workmen from the United States
to ('amnia.
Our farmers in flu' West develop the men. break them in, and
then the Canadians get them by the thousands and our wheat
fields and corn fields are in need of labor the farmers ami the
business men and the consumers suffer.
We ask Mr Hitchcock, postmaster general, to observe that
these workers, of which Canada ami this ('aiiadian cartoon brag
exultantly, ;m taken to Canada by disguised advertising, published
by the Canadian government AX'D CARRIED THROUGH THE
UNITED STATES MAH S FREE OF CHARGE.
An outline of this system was given to a subcommittee of the
house of represent;ativs on Tuesday last by Courtland Smith, pres
ident. of the American Press association. Mr. Hitchcock, if he
chooses, can probably gel more information from Mr. Smith. Ami
he can get infornm'ion especially FROM EVERY ONE DE THE
MEN EDITING SMAI.i. (•»lNd RY NEWSPAPERS THROUGH
OUT THE NORTHWEST \ND Aid. ALONG THE CANADIAN
BORDER.
Mr. Hitches.d;, ami Mr. Taft atid others interested, here are
some facts.
Country newspapers are circulated WITHIN THE COUNTY
IN Vli It II I 11 kA ARI.Pt BLISH1.1) fr>‘e of cost by the post office
of the I nib d States. I his is a very good idea indeed, and if those
newspapers were wc imposed upon ami compelled to act as the
agent of the < aiiadian government ami of Canadian land swindlers,
the free delivery by our postotlh e <>! the local newspaper within
the county would be admirable
I ntortunateiy the I nited States government not only delivers
the county newspaper free witbin Hie county's limit. BUT IT ALSO
DELIVERS DISGUISED \DV] ,"USING PUBLISHED BY THE
CANADIAN COYERNMEN'I \ND i'HE CANADIAN LAND
’SCHEMERS
Unfortunately 'or thousands ' country editors, they are at the
mercy of the r-ady-print < ■ : eim- w ] l( . n p happens to be dis
honest. And unfortunately aGo m, of the greatest, if not the
greatest ready-print coma n u the i h.md St;.' s is thoroughly dis
honest.
FOR IN THE PRINTED MATTER WHICH IT SENDS TO
THE EDITORS. AND FOR WHIC H IT MAKES THEM PAY. IT
inserts advertising disguised \s pure reading
MATTER. INCLUDING THE ADVERT! ‘IFC THAT LURES THE
WORKERS FROM THE FARMS IN THE UNI IED STATES.
The editor of the local iwwsp. ■ as , any an editor has test i
fleld in his own editorial column . rlv that Im is com
pelled to publish in his newspaper v; :rg< the misleading'
statements about Canadian opportun ■ , would not accept
at any price if oilered as paid aihn :
These ready-print advertisements. . ua d through the ef
forts of the local editors, ifttd carried : v u inn 11n- county by the
United States government, are the distrdui’lying, < \a? erat
ed, dishonest Canadian land schmnws. The ■ g . distributors of
advertisin’.' matter put out by the Cai. , o ••nm.-nt \ND
UAW FOR AT A VERY HIGH PRICE BY THE CANADIAN
Continued in Last Column.
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. 13.
Sleep to Yum was just as delicious as it was to :
the next one i
He had no feather pillows nor comforters. The <
little box in the corner of the case was enough. 1
Yum slept there unnoticed many a night while men
in the saloon played cards and shot dice. Yum 1
could do neither, as his finances were always ex- j
tremely low. 1
When he was a kid, of course, he shot “crusoe” 1
(To be continued.)
Whv the
HICAGO proposes to put the
clamp down good and hard
on the aged Lothario.
The other day one of those
bleary and leery-eyed old flirts was
arraigned in the court of domestic
relations in that city because he
refused to take his wife to church
in his automobile, and, instead, took
a young girl who answered to the
name of “Tootsey” joy riding in it.
it was shown that he was incura
bly addicted to the Tootsey and
joy riding habit, and in disposing
of the case tin state’s attorney de
clared that the penitentiary was
the proper place for such frisky old
gra ml pas.
So say we all. Nothing would do
more to raise tiie general batting
average of morality than to corral
all of the gray-bearded, bald-head
ed Pon Juans that infest society in
some nice quiet place, where they
could be kept out of harm and do
ing harm and hare leisure in which
to think of tiie Heavenly Choir and
other subjects befitting their time
of life instead of the pulchritude of
the first row of the chorus.
Our great cities present no sad
der nor mote terrime sight than
that of the doddering old men that
we see chasing about with girls
young enough to be their grand
daughters, with their white hairs a
nmek and a ridicule of their folly,
with everything that is good or
worthy of respect in them dead
long ago, and nothing alive but
thojr y ices.
Their Open Season Now,
You may see these senile old
rounders any time of the year, but
the summer, when their families
are away, i- the open season for
them, and just now you can not go
to a roof garden, or stop at a rood
house without meeting a ghastly
number of them languishing across
a table at some squab of a girl,
who only endures them because
they ride her about in their cars,
and pay for dinners, and can be
held up for pt' cents of fine wear
ing apparel and jewelry.
it is a sight Tor gods and men!
Watch the old man with his agc
f . led, w aterx eye.- y ainly trying
to shoot killing glances at the
she Elderly Masher M
Aged Lothario Is More Dangerous Than the Young
By DOROTHY DIX.
youth and beauty before him! Note
his gray old lips smiling above his
false teeth! Observe his vein
knotted old hands, shaking so they
spill the champagne he tries to
pour! Listen how his rheumatic
old Joints creak as he attempts to
execute the nimble steps of a boy.
Ho Is barberod, and perfumed,
and dressed up to the last notch,
and he still believes with fatuous
self-conceit that he is a devil of a
fellow among the women. And
you could smile—or cry—at the
truth. For his imitation of youth is
as hideously grotesque as the
dancing of a skeleton would be.
and among yvomen he is nothing
but a byword and a hissing—the
easy mark that can be worked by
the clumsiest feminine fingers.
It’s a Grave Menace.
Old ago without the dignity that
should belong to it. without the
honor it should command, fills us
yvith repulsion instead of the ven
eration that should he our tribute
to white hairs, but the gray-bread
ed flirt is worse than an object of
scorn. He is one of the grave men
aces of modern soct.il conditions.
The old rounder is far more dan
gerous than the young rounder, for
many reasons. The most obvious
of which is that he lias had more
experience, has more knowledge of
life and the weaknesses of human
ity in general and women in par
ticular, and knows better how to
prey upon an unsophisticated girl
than a boy does.
The youth who is sowing his
first wild oats crop is an amateur.
The man who at sixty -five or sev
enty is still sowing wild oats, has
become an agricultural expert, and
knows how to turn the hardest and
stoniest and most resisting bit of
feminine reserve to his advantage.
Also the boy has a heart in his
bosom. He has still some pity and
sympathy, something that makes
him hesitate to soil and desecrate a
white soul for his pleasure, but the
years have calloused the old one’s
conscience and feeling until they
are as tough as an old working
man’s hands. He is inenrnate sel
fishness, and lets no sentiment turn
him away from the gratification of
his desire-.
Another reason why the old flirt
TUESDAY, JUNE 18, 1912.
as long as the next one. When he managed that
fighter he'd bet as much as the next one, but those
days were gone. The rosy path that Yum saw at
that time had turned to one of thorns and cobbles.
He figures now that there never was a chance
and never would be for him. He was one of those
guys who were born unlucky and couldn’t shake
the jinx, so he just let things slide and lived the
best he could.
I is so dangerous to girls is because
he carries in his hands a well-filled
and open pocket book. It is one
of the most tragic and pathetic
things in life that the great major
ity of young women go wrong not
through love, but through love of
the things that money’ buys. They
do not give themselves for passion,
the.v sell themselves for a rag of
chiffon, a glass of champagne, a
ride in a taxicab.
Nor is this as unnatural as might
be supposed. A girl is beautiful,
but poor. Site works, let us say, in
a store where she handles daily’ the
most exquisite garments, garments
in which she knoyvs that she would
look like a picture. She sees other
yvomen dressed in these clothes,
lolling in their automobiles, feast
ing in high-priced restaurants
yvhere there is gayety, and light,
and music, and she craves with all
her soul to be one of that brilliant
throng instead of Cinderella, sit
ting in a two by’ four hall bed room,
half fed. poorly’ dressed.
Then comes along the old flirt.
He knows better than the girl does
herself how to play upon her vanity,
and her weakness, how best to
tempt her, and almost before she
knows it she has taken the step
downward that no woman can re
trace.
It is the old men, and not the
young, who make the danger of
office work for girls. The young
man wants to get on in life. To
do this he knows that he must not
mix business and sentiment, and he
sedulously avoids getting involved
in any heart affairs yvith the
women yvith whom he works. He
wants no breach of promise suits
in his.
Office His Hunting Ground.
On the other hand the old man,
whose business career is practically
ended, only too often makes of his
office a hunting ground for his
armours that renders it as safe a
place as a lion’s den for any help
less girl who enters it. Protected
by the possession of a wife and a
family, and his gray hairs, and his
position in church and community,
the old masher is safe to prey upon
the helpless little girls that come
his way.
THE HOME PAPER
Xbout Marriage and
Peanuts
BY WINIFRED BLACK.
MR. JOHN H. MARYLEBONE,
of Somewhere, Something,
South Dakota, rose in a So
cialist meeting in the West the
other night and unburdened his
mind about marriage.
"Marriage is a fraud,” said Mr.
Marylebone, "and every’ married
man knows it. The women who
have refused me refused me be
cause I was poor. The modern girl
marries the man with the automo
bile and turns down the fellow who
brings her a bag of peanuts and an
honest love for an evening s enter
tainment.”
Fudge and fiddlesticks, Mr. Ma
rylebone. The girls who refused
you refused you for the same good
old reason that made your mother
refuse the man she wouldn't look
at after she had seen your father.
She didn’t like you—that’s all—
and judging from your speech, I
don't blame her, either.
A bag of peanuts and a loving
heart! What a joyous gift to lay
at the feet of the fair. A man who’d
give his sweetheart peanuts when
he could go out Into the first va
cant lot and pick a nosegay of pink
clover blossoms to take to her,
ought to be refused, and refused
without much of a Thank you, sir;
thank you, kindly, either.
Honestly, now, wouldn't you like
an automobile yourself. Mr. Mary
lebone? Why don't you get one?
You had the same chance as the
young fellow who has just bought
the latest model and who will take
the sweetest girl in the world out
in it tomorrow night. Why don't
you do the same thing?
Honest and truly, now, don't fid
get away from the answer. The
reason you haven’t the automobile
is because you haven’t the ability
to earn one, isn’t that about it?
You admire ability, don’t you?
Wasn't it you I heard yelling your
self hoarse over a man who threw
the right kind of a ball out at the
game the other day? Why did you
cheer that man to the echo and let
his brother walk by without ever
looking at him ?
He hit the ball, didn’t he, and hit
it at the psychological moment?
Well, don't you suppose a woman
likes the sort of man who gets
The Government-Through the Post
Office-Is Paying to Send Farm
Workers Out of This Country.
Continued from First Column.
GOVERNMENT, intended to take farmers and farm workers away
from America.
It should be illegal, and Mr. Hitchcock or some other govern
ment official interested in the public welfare, interested in the farm
ers, interested in the local editors, should make it illegal to carrv
through the mails of the United States any advertising matter for
which the owner of the newspaper is not paid.
The regulation of the postoffice which permits the country
newspaper to circulate without charge WITHIN THE COUNTY
OF PUBLICATION was never intended to enable the Canadian
government and the Canadian land schemers, and dishonest pub
lishers of “ready-print,” to distribute disguised, lying and harm
ful advertising free.
We invite Mr. Hitchcock to investigate this matter. We call
the attention of congress, which has recently inquired as to the
causes of emigration from the United States to Canada, to inquire
into it.
The entire thing is a swindle upon the American farmer, first
of all. and a shameful swindle upon the country editor, who is at
the mercy of the dishonest ready-print publishers.
Mr. Hitchcock can render a service Io the local editors of this
country--more than 20,000 of them in all—and he can render a
service to the farmers and the consumers and the-business men—
and he can compel the ready-print publishers, by the wav, to con
duct their business honestly, instead of dishonestly—if he will issue
regulations forbidding the carrying by the United Stales mails
without charge of advertising matter for which the publisher of a
newspaper receives no pay.
It is not necessary, we hope, to state that this is written for the
sake of the farmers and for the sake of the country newspapers.
It ought not to be necessary to say that it does not affect the news
paper organization to which this particular newspaper belongs
We don’t own. and never expect to own. any e ;iU ntry newspa
pers. And there isn’t any publisher of ready-print ingenious or
cunning enough to get unpatriotic, dishonest and disguised Cana
dian land scheme advertising into this newspaper.
We make this statement and urge Mr. Hitchcock to take action
for the sake of the farmers first, and for the sake of the local news
paper editors, who are the promotors and guardians of this coun
try, who are badly paid and badly treated as it is \ND WHO
OUGHT NOT TO BE SWINDLED BY A COMBINATION OF THE
CANADIAN GOVERNMENT. THE CANADIAN LYND SWIN
DLERS. AND THE OTHER SWINDLERS THAT ISSUE
“READY-PRINTS" WITH FRAUDULENT, DISGUISED YD
VERTISING UNPAID FOR IN THEM.
some of the cheers once in a while,
too? Why shouldn't she?
It isn't the automobile she’s 1-
love with; it's the man who's abxe
to earn the money to buy the ms
chine that the girl admires. She
isn’t in love with his money; she's
in love with his brains and his grit
and his fight and his hard work. It
takes all these things to make a
success in the world.
"Women marry the successful
men and turn down the failures,”
said one of your fellows at the
meeting the other night.
I could scarcely keep from rising
and saying: “Well what of it?”
Why shouldn't women marry the
successful men? Why shouldn't
they love them for the qualities
which make success?
What do I call success? I call
success the getting of the thing
you go out to get—that's success.
For the writer success is to have
his work published and read. For
the painter success means good
painting and plenty of it—and
that’s all it does mean. For the *
business man it means good busi
ness with reputation and respect
and a little independent money in
the bank.
Any woman with any kind of a
brain and anything at all in the
way of a heart would marry the
man she loves if he's as poor as
Job's turkey, and be thankful to get
him—but who's going to love a
man who can't do the thing he’s
trying to do?
How about those peanuts. Mr.
Marylebone? Were even they the
best in the market, and were there
plenty of them?
Hurrah for the girl who said No.
I'll warrant she's been glad of it
ever since.
Marriage a fraud? Not unless
the man and woman who marry
are frauds, both of them, and even
then it sometimes turns out the
very thing they needed to make
real people out of them.
That little old bag of peanuts you
talk so much about may have been
' all right, good Mr. Marylebone, but,
whisper, what about the heart that
went with it? Was that all right,
too?
I doubt it—and so did the girl,
or she'd have said “Yes” the first
time you even looked as if you
1 meant to ask her.
