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■ I S I I w ■ F“X I /w. ■ ■ —" /jk « THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday By THE GEORGIAN COMPANY At 20 East Alabama St., Atlanta, Ga. Entered as second-class matter at postofflce at Atlanta, under act of March 3. I*7J. Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mall, 35 00 a year. Payable in advance. The Government—Through the Post Office—ls Paying to Send Farm Workers Out of This Country ». * » We Call the Attention of Mr. Hitchcock, Postmaster General, to the Fact that Paid 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. First, look at this picture, which we cut from The Montreal Star of June 8. ibwwr - 5 °' h zJKiK iUrf/l i/kuU ° A SONG AND 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 leave 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 Canada. Our farmers in the 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 and the business men and the consumers suffer. We ask Mr. Hitchcock, postmaster general, to .observe that these workers, of which Canada and this Canadian cartoon brag exultantly, are taken to Canada by disguised advertising, published by the Canadian government AND CARRIED THROUGH THE UNITED STATES MAILS FREE OF CHARGE. An outline of this system was given to a sub-committee of the house of representatives on Tuesday last by Courtland Smith, pres ident of the American Press association. Mr. Hitchcock, if he chooses, can probably get more information from Mr. Smith. And he can get information especially FROM EVERY ONE OF THE MEN EDITING SMALL COUNTRY NEWSPAPERS THROUGH OUT THE NORTHWEST—AND ALL ALONG THE CANADIAN BORDER. Mr. Hitchcock, and Mr Taft and others interested, here are some facts. Country newspapers are circulated WITHIN THE COUNTY IN WHI( H I HEA ARE Pl BLISIIED free of cost by the postoffice of the I nited States. This is a very good idea indeed, and if those newspapers were not imposed upon and compelled to act as the agent of the Canadian government and of Canadian land swindlers, the free delivery by our postoffice of the local newspaper within the county would be admirable. I nfortunately the I nited States government not only delivers the county newspaper free within the county's limit, BIT ll’ ALSO DELIVERS Distil ISED ADVERTISING PUBLISHED BY THE CANADIAN GOVERNMENT AND THE CANADIAN LAND SCHEMERS I nfortunately tor thousands of country editors, they are at the mercy of the ready-print concern- even when it happens to be dis honest. And unfortunately also, one of the greatest, if not the greatest ready-print concern in the United States is thoroughly dis nonest. FOR LN THE PRINTED MATTER WHICH IT SENDS TO THE EDITORS. AND FOR WHICH IT MAKES THEM PAY. IT INSERTS ADVERTISING DISGUISED AS PURE READING MATTER. INCLUDING THE ADVERTISING THAT LURES THE WORKERS FROM THE FARMS IN THE UNITED STATES. The editor of the local newspaper as many an editor has testi field in his own editorial column regrets bitterly that he is com pelled to publish in his newspaper without charge the misleading statements about Canadian opportunities that he would not accept at. any price if offered as paid advertising. •These ready-print advertisements, circulated through the ef forts of the local editors, and carried free within the county by the United States government, are the distributors of lying, exaggerat ed, dishonest Canadian land schemers. They are the distributors of advertising matter put out by the Canadian government AND PAID FOR AT A VERY HIGH PRICE BY THE CANADIAN Continued in Last Column, jaklfjkasdlfjaof;iefja 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 A// /Z/i " /A- V'. frt' F ■ ' ' : -a A- No. 13. Sleep to Yum was just as delicious as it was to as long as the next. one. When he managed that the next one fighter he’d bet as much as the next one, but those He had no feather pillows nor comforters. The days were gone. The rosy path that Yum saw at little box in the corner of the case was enough. that, time had turned to one of thorns and cobbles. Yum slept there unnoticed many a night while men He figures now that there never was a chance in the saloon played cards and shot dice. Yum and never would be for him. He was one of those could do neither, as his finances were always ex- guys who were born unlucky and couldn’t shake tremely low. the jinx, so he just let things slide and lived the When he was a kid, of course, he shot “crusoe” best he could. \ (To be continued.) ■ ■ -* -■ ■■ - - - ■ - -■ ■- - ■ ■ -- - ■■ - ■ . ■ ! ■" The Elderly Masher Why the Aged Lothario Is More Dangerous Than the Young Chicago 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 becauss 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 the state's attorney de clared that the penitentiary was the proper place for such frisky old grandpas. So say we all. Nothing would do more to raise the general batting average of morality than to corral all of the gray-bearded, bald-head ed Don Juans that infest society in some nice quiet place, where they could be kept out of harm and do ing harm and have leisure in which to think of the 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 more terrible 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 mock and a ridicule of their folly, with everything that is good or worthy of respect in them dead long ago. and nothing alive but their vices. Their Open Season Now. You may see these senile old rounders any time of the year, but the summer, when their families are away, is the open season for them, and just now you can not go to a roof garden, or stop at a road 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 presents of fine wear ing apparel and jewelry. It Is a sight for gods and men! Watch the old man with his age faded. watery eyes vainly trying to shoot killing glances at the TUESDAY, JUNE 18, 1912 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. He is barbered, 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. among women 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 age without the dignity that should belong to it. without the honor it should command, fills us with repulsion instead of the ven eration that should be 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 social conditions. The old rounder is far more dan gerous than the young rounder, for many reasons. The most obvious of which is that he has 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 mtin 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 makps him hesitate to soil and desecrate a white goul 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 Incarnate sel fishness. and lets no sentiment turn him away from the gratification of his desires. Another reason why the old flirt is so dangerous to girls is because I 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, they 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. She works, let us say, in a store where she handles daily the most exquisite garments, garments in which she knows that she would look like a picture. She sees other women dressed in these clothes, lolling in their automobiles, feast ing in high-priced restaurants where there is gayety, and light, and music, and she crav'es with all her soul to be one of that brilliant throng instead of Cinderella, sit ting in a tw’o 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 telnpt 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 with the women with whom he works. He wants no breach of promise suits in his. Office His Hunting Ground. On the other hand tne old man. w hose 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 girl* that come b>- About Marriage and *, 4 Peanuts nv WINIFRED BI.ACK. 15 1 vvixxirxtr 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 eyery 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.” ■JJ'udge 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. T 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 firpt 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 carry 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 to 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 way, to con duct their business honestly, instead of dishonestly— if he will issue regulations forbidding the carrying by the United States 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 country 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 AND WHO OUGHT NOT TO BE SWINDLED BY A COMBINATION OF THE CANADIAN GOVERNMENT. THE CANADIAN LAND SWIN DLERS, AND THE OTHER SWINDLERS THAT ISSUE “READY-PRINTS” WITH FRAUDULENT, DISGUISED AD VERTISING UNPAID FOR IN THEM. DIjAVIV. some of the cheers once in a while, too? Why shouldn’t she? It isn't the automobile she’s in | love with; it’s the man who’s able j to earn the money to buy the ma- ] chine that the girl admires. She isn’t in love with his money; she’s j in love with his brains and his grit A| and his fight and his hard work. It W 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 ae Job's turkey, and be thankful to get 4 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 woma» 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, J whisper, what about the heart that i went with It? Was that all right, dM| I doubt it—and so did the girl, I;®] or she'd have said “Yes” the first VsH time you even looked as if you WM meant to ask her. J