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EDITORIAL PAGE 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 > r r» 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 Ft nr ■ oro S. . • . ’ . .At \ n w> TfJ t I - Jll t a 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. By TAD ■ jot.il.Y FOUR V/7//// //' " CLAM 0A K ' // 6 ■ Act'-riA'U Tdlh yWMBmy r' •Zs'MllilM 1 -ax-**..; 11 '*iiilltjHftn x 4* .i" ' 7; '" w" . I . '<7 77 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.