Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

EDITORIAL PAGE 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 postoffice at Atlanta, under act of March 3. 1879. Subscription Price —Delivered by carrier. 10 cents a week. By mat'., $5.00 a year. > Payable in advance. It Is Not at All Difficult to Understand the Existence of a Real Trinity M r M The Trinities of Various Religions Are Far Above Our Heads, and We Have No Right To Discuss Them But Have You Ever Thought About the Trinity of Beethoven, the Grand Piano and Paderewski? "For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost, and these three are one.” —I John v:7. This ([notation is sent to us by a reader who apparently has lost his faith in religious teachings, and expresses the belief—set forth in a thick pamphlet—that any teaching as to a religious Trin ity is an impossibility, an absurdity which should not be imposed upon the human mind. It is well occasionally to remind human heings that, things which to them SEEM impossible are not impossible, and that state ments which we. believe to be the creations of imagination and scheming are often expressions of profound truth. We do not propose hTre, or in any other department of this newspaper, to criticise or discuss religious teachings. A newspaper should have little or nothing to do with religion—except to admire it and reverence it. , Rut we wish to tell the incredulous friend who sends us this particular quotation that there is nothing in it which need arouse skepticism or contempt. As an example and proof of the fact that a Trinity may be REAL, and that three separate filings MAY find expression through three voices, and that all three of them may be one, we ask our friend to imagine the following conditions: You are silting in a room with the door (dosed. In the adjoin ing room there is a sound, the playing of a Beethoven sonata. You hear the music. If you had never seen a piano, and knew nothing of music, you would not believe that in that room there were three separate and distinct forces, giving expression simul taneously to one thought, one sound. You would not believe if it were said to you : “In that room there are three that bear record of the greatness of musical genius—the piano, the artist and the dead coinposer and these three are one." That is a paraphrase of the text which is sent to us. and yet we can show you that in that room where you hear the music it is per fectly possible to have the three distinct persons bearing record to the greatness of music, and to have those three ONE. In that room there is a grand piano. In front of the piano sits Paderewski playing. And on the piano there is a book containing one of the Beethoven sonatas. The genius that created the piano died long ago. The over whelming genius that wrote the Beethoven sonata died long ago. Paderewski is the only living one in the Trinity. He sits there and plays. Yet you hear the three voices; they all bear record to the greatness of music. AND THESE THREE ARE ONE. If you should take away the piano, there would be no music. If you should take away Paderewski, leaving the piano and the score, there would still be no music. If you take away the text by Beethoven, still there would be no music. The piano, the player and the music of the dead com poser are necessary, they are all separate, and yet all three are ONE There, kind friends, yon have proof of the fact that the Trinity speaking through three voices, all saying the same words, all three necessary to expression, are in reality one. The Women’s Part in the Election At the coming election next November women will vote for president to the number of nearly a million and a half. The six states in which women will cast a presidential vote are Colorado, California. Idaho. Utah, Washington and Wyom ing. All of these states in the past have been regarded as Re publican states. * But what have the two Republican parties to offer the women this year? Both Mr. Roosevelt and Mr. Taft have been lukewarm on the subject of woman's suffrage. And any overtures made by them at this time toward enfranchised women will naturally be discounted by the women who have borne the burden and heat of tfac long struggle. Campaign conversions are convincing. Thus Mr. Roose velt’s sudden shift on this subject is sure to be scrutinized with suspicion. A little while ago he said in an Outlook article that votes for women should be postponed until it is shown that most of the women want to vote. Now he seizes the hands of suffra gists in Chicago and exclaims: “Ladies. 1 am glad to see you. I'm strong for woman's suffrage." Mr. Taft’s kindness toward the suffragists is nine tenths resur-nation. In five or six states that have not .vet achieved woman's suffrage on a presidential scale the issue is to be settled at the coming election. These states are Oregon. Kansas. Wisconsin. Michigan, Ohio and possibly New Hampshire. All of these states also may be reckoned habitually Republican. It is evident that the women of the country have an ex traordinary stake in the coming election. 11 should be evident also that they are likely to look not to the Republican party, but to the Democratic party for ungrudging ami whole-hearted support of their cause. If the Baltimore convention shall present a candidate who has stood up for the women like a man whose conviction of their right is sober and seasoned and mu extemporaneous—he will have an excellent chance to win some states out of the Re ■publican column by the votes and influence of the mothers ami of men. The Atlanta Georgian WHEN WATER IS WET f WILL.IAM - HOVJ Y Yow < otftT »!! )\ x <7 Aw ! \ ME AU UtT hr.; ' ' u ■W WfOT'W .. 'T. ■ ■■ '3m. ' dfw / CHAW MO r / H6Y full! /,« *<*T j' ft : Yoo (sous' Ta uooioh' J/I w , 'tfe-' ■ - —-— _ “ ' W U WY ‘ A DOROTHY DIX WRITES THE young lady artist, who is soon to be married in Bos ton, to the godson of the poet Longfellow, has laid (town the following rules for the ideal hus band: He must not smoke. He tntlst not drink intoxicating liquors. He must not cat meat. No doubt to all young maidens these qualifications for the perfect husband will seem just too lovely and poetic and -romantic for any thing, but every married woman with a personal acquaintance of the peculiarities of husbands will read of the bride's demand with shrieks of derisive laughter, and hope that, for her own sake, she won't get them. Good Food the Key. For the ideal husband is not a pale, under-nourished greeds fed ascetic, but “a regular man." as Blanche Ring sings, who has red blood, and plenty of it. and a hank ering after the flesh pots. Delicate women, with no appe tites, are wont to scorn the mas culine love of the pleasures of the table, but it doesn.l take a wife long to discover that her ally in the matrimonial game is the gas range, and that a well cooked din ner will do more to keep a man In the strait and narrow path than all of the Ten Commandments. Beauty- may pall upon a man, but not good oating. He may weary of the wit of even the most bril liant of women, but -never of her superexcellent sauces. He may grow indifferent, too. and perhaps desert, the wife who has a thou sand virtues and only one soup, but he will be faithful until death to the wife who lias the one virtue of making a thousand soups. Wise women know this and act accordingly. They are aware that the man who knows that he will get a dinner at home more to his taste than he could And in any lobster palace is pretty sure to come toddling straight Io his own mahogany of an evening instead of going to some restaurant, and that the lady across the table stands a good chance of being Friend Wife instead of Totty Cough Drop of the second row of the chorus Mso. the sagaeiom ma.-tied lady is wise io the fa--t that theie is What the Ideal Husband Is—and Is Not FRIDAY. JUNE 28, 1912. By HAL COFFMAN. By DOROTHY DIX. nothing that discourages a man from putting on his hat and wan dering forth from his. own fireside of an evening like being-so stuffed with good food tljat the only pleas ure that really beckons is an ,arm chair and slippers. It is the In stinct of all gorged animals to stay put, and this applies to man as well as to boa constrictors. These idiosyncrasies of the mas culine temperament deliver the man who likes to eat bound and helpless,into his wife’s hands. His appetite is an instrument upon which she may play as upon a. harp of a thousand strings. Not so may she do. however, if she has the 111 luck to'marry a man who does not live to eat. but merely eats to live. Everything tastes alike to him because his pallet is,as uneducated as that of the ignoramus who can not distinguish ragtime from grand opera, or who thinks a limerick as good reading as Shakespeare. Eat - ing is a business with such a man, not an exquisite joy. and there is no more sentiment connected with it than there is to the Performance of any other colorless dkily task. Here, then, is wife of the man who doesn't like to eat loses out. She lacks the means of making herself a necessity to her husband that her sister possesses who is married to an epicure. If all he wants is a handful of herbs and nuts the green grocer can sup ply them as well as she. If all that he asks of bread is that it be nour ishing. any bakery can fill the void. Between him and his wife there can be none of that peculiarly ten der tie that comes of the husband being dependent upon his wife for his physical comfort. What Cements the Marriage. The filling in a layer cake Is the ceueent that has held many a mar riage together, and when a man goes about bragging that his wife is’the bee* cook in the community it is a certificate of domestic felici ty that you could draw money on at the bank. As to the Boston bride's three specific demands in the ideal hus band. that be must not eat meat, he must not smoke, he must not drink intoxicating liquors, much •along the line of experience may be said as opposed to that of theory There is no objection, of course, to the vegetarian husband beyond the one that no man who really likes to eat is ever a vegetarian. Only those who believe in plain living and high thinking ever be come enamored of the Nebuchad nezzar cult. There is nothing to fire the fancy in a plate of carrots and beans, nothing to thrill the imagination in a head of cabbage, nothing to draw the wanderer home in a dish of potatoes. Nor can any one picture a happy family sitting down to a hilarious dinner of spinach, and arising therefrom sustained, and comforted, and filled with good: humor. Vegetarians claim that living en tirely upon herbs, and refraining from meat, makes them mild and amiable, but this is yet to be proven, and the one best bet in matrimony is to pick out a nice, fat gentleman, with a pink skin, who looks as if be could dig’est nails, and who orders a steak a yard square when he goes to the restaurant. As for the lady's objection to smoking, that also is the voice of inexperience. Nothing soothes a man like tobacco, and whatever a woman’s objection to the filthy weed before marriage, it doesn’t take her long after marriage to look upon her husband’s pipe as the pipe of peace, and to draw a long sigh of contentment when she sees him get out the meerschaum that he is so carefully coloring. She knows, then, that he is settled for the evening, and all is well. Nor does the wise wife put the pedal down too hard on the drink question. To get drunk in a saloon is one thing. To have a glass of beer or wine in one's own home is another, and it is worthy of the consideration of women that the most domestic and home-loving men in the world are those who are not forced to chew cloves when they come in the immediate radius of their wives. A Good Man to Shun. Undoubtedly the man who doesn't drink, who doesn't smoke and who doesn't eat meat must be a lovely character, but isn't he just a little bit too good for human nature's daily food? And how would a wife go about working a husband for a new dress or a hat when he was never soothed with smoke, nor rendered optimistic by a good din ner? He'd call for a whole new system of feminine diplomacy. THE HOME PAPER Ella Wheeler Wilcox Writes on Amiability as a Wo manly Virtue —and— ' Her Power to Make Others Happy XVritten For The A.tlanta Georgian By Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copyright, 1912, by American-Journal-Examiner. LONG ago amiability was re garded as one of the cardinal virtues of woman. Then came some writer (per haps it was Fanny Fern) who set the fashion of ridiculing the amia ble woman. She was represented as a placid, unemotional, good-natured crea ture, stupid and uninteresting or as a spineless type of femininity— a human door-mat. Yet were I a. man the first qual ity 1 would seek in a wife would be an amiable disposition. And it would be most difficult to find. Think over all the women friends and acquaintances you have, and you will be surprised to discover how few can be called amiable. Webster describes an amiable disopsition as a “lovableness.” And that is precisely what it is. There is a woman of great bril liancy; her mental powers are large, her wit scintillates, her ac complishments are varied; but these are not what keep her a fa vorite in every circle she enters or makes her an adorable guest in every household fortunate enough to obtain h?r presence. It is her never-failing amiability and happy good cneer w'hieh do this. There is another woman who has limited mentality; she has' no striking qualities of mind, save kindness of heart and amiability; yet she is beloved by a large cir cle, and popular with men and women, because of the agreeable impression she leaves. Amiabil ity is like a sweet perfume; and one who possesses it need not con verse brilliantly or display varied accomplishments to please. Whatever your type may be. then, young lady, whether you are bright or dull, pretty or plain, young—or not so young—rich or poor, cultivate the great and beau tiful virtue of amiability. Take a happy view of life, of people, of the world. Whatever occurs, accept the slt- Studying Your Husband By WINIFRED BLACK. Dear wintered brack: it would benefit many if you would explain why novelists and others underline "Study your husband." It must be a sorry love that needs to go to school after marriage. Mutual affection of the right kind concentrates appreciation, thought fulness and unselfishness. May I venture to request your approval in print? Faithfully yours, DREW DONALDSON. 210 Washington St., Syracuse. So you are just a wee bit tired of being told to "study- your hus band,” are you, Drew Donaldson? Well. I don’t blame you very much. I hate the whole cut and dried, planned and schemed—added and subtracted—viewpoint of matri mony, anyhow. "Study your husband." If you love him you won’t have to study him; you’ll know him better than you know yourself. And if you don't love him. all the study in the world won’t do a thing but make you see very fault he has and think it's twice as big as it really is. What is there so very mysterious about husband? He's just a man. isn't he—a good-hearted, quick tempered, unreasonable, extrava gant fellow perhaps—but a man for all that? The very man you fell in love with at your friend's wedding, and he hasn’t changed a bit. Have you? Are you just the same sweet-tempered, quick-witted, big-minded girl you were when you made him like you by admiring the other girl’s frock, or have you narrowed down into something so small and so narrow-minded that the most amiable creature in the world couldn’t keep in love with you if he tried with all his might? Are you as fond of him as you used to be when you couldn’t hear his voice without a thrill of delight, or do you just look upon him as a good person to pay your bills and that's about all? “It must be a sorry love that needs to go to senool after mar riage,” you think, little woman who's tired of being told to "study your husband,” when nobojly tells your husband to study you. No: I can’t agree with you there. Life is a school, every minute of it. We begin in the kindergarten and we keep right on through the first grades, where we learn to tell the letters. How many times did you cry yourself to sleep, little woman, before you learned that a-b spells ab. and not the name of something great and good that was to come to you without study? Second grade up, where you find out about figures. Odd things, fig ures. They are so stubborn and so hopelessly matter of fact. They don't care how pretty you are. or how good your heart is. What they want to know Is how much is two and two. and if you don't add iwo uation with serenity, with a laugh; or if tears will come, smile through them.. Do not be critical or analytic. Have a good word for every body; see the humorous side of daily life. And be tolerant, for giving and patient with people. If you are born with this ten dency, you are far more fortunate than if you had been born heir to millions and irritable nerves. The irritable woman, the woman who is easily upset, easily wound ed, easily discouraged, and easily made unhappy often deceives her self that she is of a peculiarly "re fined” and “sensitive” nature and that she feels the hurts of life more keenly than coarser-fibered beings. Instead, she is merely indulging disagreeable tendencies: she is self-centered; she is narrow-mind ed; she is jealous and envious ofttimes without the least suspicion of the fact, and she has put her own nerves on edge by a wrong process of thinking. One born with an unfortunate tendency in these directions will find the effort to cultivate amiabil ity hard. But it is worth the labor. The woman who possesses or achieves amiability gives more pleasure to the world than any mere woman of wealth, power or genius who is not amiable. There is the -memory of one amiable woman which is going down to the third and fourth gen erations and is making every one who prides herself upon any kin ship anxious to perpetuate and emulate that ancestral quality. There is the memory of another brilliant and beautiful woman, who was distinctly unamiable, which i« marring and blighting the lives of many descendants. Amiability is not only for today; it is for tomorrow and the day after and for eternity. For the habit of the mind is making eternity. Pray much, and pray ever to be helped to develop an amiable and lovable disposition. Rut strive while you pray. And work always. and two right there's trouble for you. Fourth Grade. Geography—How big the world is and what an aston ishing number of places there are, "bounded on the north by this” and “on the south by that." andl they keep right on being boundbd, too, by the same things, though you can’t remember their names to save you life. Eighth Grade—Big girl now. aren’t you? Hair in a braid, dress es getting longer; but the same old facts waiting for you around ths new corner—only they wear differ ent clothes. Algebra now instead of the multiplication table, the his tory of England instead of the his tory of the United States. High School Sororities—College and at last the great degree, grad uated. with honor or without, a* you have chosen to have It. All a school, all a school the whole of life—and marriage is just one grade in it. the hardest grade of all, some say. and some go through it without a moment of joy and trust and loving kindness, ft depends so much upon the rea son you entered that particular grade and who it is that sits beside you through the term. Lessons! A dozen a day—hard ones. too. some of them. Lessons in patience, and trust, and for bearance, and generous forgiveness, and open-hearted confidence and true-hearted love—the kind of love that grows brighter when the day Is longest and when the lessons are hardest to learn. Love! Why. you didn’t know' what it meant when you sighed in the moonlight, you and the one who sits with you now through all the lessons of all the schools day in and day out. You just imitated some one you’d seen on the stage or read about in a book, but now. why, you know that mate of yours: He's foolish sometimes, just like you. and stubborn, too, just as voo are. and short-sighted and dull’ of comprehension -all just as vou are —and he gets tired and forgets. Dear, dear mate, who ever loved him in his care-free, confident youth as yon love him now'' How many times he has helped vou over a bard place in the day; how many times he lias looked at y,, u with eyes full of love's comprehension when all the rest were blind! Your mate, yours, the one of all the w orld •w ho will stand bv vou in trouble and keep faith with vou under the w eight of w oe. Study him. \\ by. you know his every mood by heart, vou don't have to learn it anew Rut vou'ra l' 1 ,* 1 .- 0 ” 1 Jus ! sume. and wl’l he till I urn ends for yon. In school together. -Ml the long, long term wo love to call Life, vpU and the man you low. vou and fh* ehoolmat-s. nl th.- Long '.motion and then?— " ho can lu Ip but hope?