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I The Georgian Will Support
i the Democratic Nominee
Woodrow Wilson, governor of New Jersey, is the nominee
bf the national Democratic convention for president of the
United States.
The Georgian will support lhe Democratic nominee.
The Georgian as a progressive Democratic newspaper would
have supported any progressive Democrat nominated as Baltimore.
Children Look Out of the
Window—Asking Questions
You see a woman enter the car. In her arms she carries a small
baby. It has nothing in life Io do as yet hnt to wriggle its arms and
legs. So she puts it on its back on her knees that it may wriggle
comfortably.
She also has a child, a boy or girl from three to ton years of age.
As soon as the baby has been straightened out properly, its dress
fixed so that its legs can kick freely, its head and neck made com
fortable. THE OLDER CHILD IS SETTLED SO THAT IT CAN
look out of the window.
You would think it strange if you saw a boy or girl of seven or
eight, sit quietly in a street car, keeping its eyes inside of the car.
Yon expect such a child to turn around, kneel on the seat and look
out. And you expect the long, constant series of questions, as the
young, eager face is turned toward the mother. Everything is in
teresting, everything arouses thought, everything must be ex
plained.
Compare yourself, the average grown man and woman, with
that child looking out of the window. We grown-up people keep
our eyes inside the car. We are tired, bored, the world looks old to
us. things that am happening do not interest us.
AND THAT MEANS THAT WE HAVE CEASED TO GROW.
Would wa suggest that grown men and women should kneel on
the seats and look out of the windows? No. But we do say that it
is bad for the man or woman who ceases to use eagerly and con
stantly the eyes and the imagination through which alone THE
BRAIN CAN GROW.
What the moving street oar is to the child, with all its excite
ments and wonders. THIS MOVING EARTH SHOULD BE TO
THE GROWN MAN OR WOMAN.
Every night of our lives we move through mysterious space,
but we have the opportunity to look out at the wonders of the uni
verse around us. We have the opportunity to ask questions, and to
have them answered by the books on astronomy and the other
sciences.
How many of ns look out; how many of us ask questions of
books or of learned men? NOT ONE IN TEN THOUSAND AKTER
THIRTY YEARS OF AGE; PERHAPS ONE IN A THOUSAND
BETWEEN TWENTY FIVE AND THIRTY; ONE IN A HUN
DRED BETWEEN TWENTY AND TWENTY-FIVE.
One of the best, sayings we have ever read is this : “ Every child
is a genius, and every genius is a child.” That is literally true.
Genius, above all things, means the power to see things AS THEY
ARE.
llie genius in the grown man means, of course, creative power,
hard work, concentration; but it means above all THE OPEN
MIND. THE POWER TO RECEIVE IMPRESSIONS.
The man who ceases to look* out, to inquire, to ask, to imagine, is
like one who has lost his sight. He has not lost the physical sight, of
the eyes, but the spiritual sight of the brain, which is infinitely more
precious
This writer once listened to a famous inhabitant of Chicago
making his first trip up the Rhine. He sat on a small chair, look
ing INWARD, with never a glance at the old towers, the hills and
the vineyards And as he looked inward he talked with a friend
about a slaughter house that he had seen in Paris, earnestly prov
ing that h was very inferior even to a second-rate slaughter house
in Chicago—mot really big enough for a decent refrigerating plant.
And that supremely intellectual conversation lasted him until he
was off the boat, ready to cat the next meal at the next hotel.
There was nothing exceptional about this man—others like him
are in New York, Paris, London, evervwhere in the world. HE
HAD SIMPLY LOST THE FACULTY OF THE DIiSIRE TO
LOOK OUT OF 1 THE WINDOW. It is easy to understand that real
growth for him had ceased. Very likely he might, with time, be
come a very much abler and more energetic slaughter house pro
prietor. He might become more and more A USEFUL MAN, since
it is useful to give work to other men.
He might in fact become a thoroughlyadnii table cit izen by dis
tributing good meat and providing for human hunger. But. as a
human mind, a human soul, he was a blind man. his growth had
stopped.
A good many of us wonder what is the matter with us. why we
do not grow. The answer nine times out of ten would be. WE
HAVE STOPPED SEEING. We have stopped feeding our minds;
we have stopped “looking out of the window ” We have gathered
together our little supply of information and our little supply of
impressions. We have our little foolish stories that we tell over and
over. AVe have arranged our system of dressing ourselves; we have
decided what we like for breakfast and for dinAer. We have read
« few books and we talk about those, AND WE READ VERY FEW
NEW ONES. We go occasionally to some foolish play, and think
we have a sense of humor if we laugh, or believe ourselves sensitive
and sympathetic if we weep
BI T WE ARE NOT GROWING THAT CHILDISH EAGER
NESS FOR KNOWLEDGE. WHICH MARKS THE LITTLE BOY
AND THE GREAT GENU S, NEARLY ALL MEN LOSE EARLY.
And after that they become valuable dummies, little wheels in the
great machine, useful buyers, or sellers, or workers.
But they are not really MEN any longer. Lucky for the human
race that death was invented: lucky that Death, with his scythe,
comes along and cuts us off bv the millions, making room FOR THE
CHILDREN THAT WILL LOOK OCT OF THE WINDOWS; MAK
ING ROOM FOR THE FRESHER MINDS THAT WILL RECEIVE
AND I SE NEW TRI THS AND NEW IMPRESSIONS.
The man with his eyes in lhe car. the man who does not even
see the story, the tragedy, the inspirations, the brotherhood in the
face <>n the opposite seat, might as well be back in the ground
For there is more earth than man about him
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DOROTHY DIX WRITES
OF-
Wives Forced to Contend With Helpmeets to Whom
Home Is a Prison
WHAT would you do If you
were a woman and had a
husband who cams to you
and told you that he was tired of
you and the baby, and bored to
death with domesticity and wanted
you to let him go?
Would you hang on to his coat
taMs with all your strength or
would you open the door and ahoo
him out?
That's the question that one of
my correspondents asked me to help
her decide. She says that her hus
band is a good man, who has al
ways been a kind husband and fa
ther. and that she loves him dear
ly. But, somehow or other, mat
rimony has palled upon his palate
and she no longer interests him
and he yearns irresistibly for his
old bachelor joys, and he says that
If she. will only give him back his
freedom that he will provide am
ply for her and the child.
And the poor, bewildered wife, to
whom this strange proposition has
been made, doesn't know what to
do.
If It were 1, I should speed the
parting guest and facilitate his de
parture. And I'd do it so cherful
ly that I would keep him guessing
for the next six months. I should
say to such a husband: “Take your
clothes and go. and go quickly."
And 1 would do this for three good
reasons.
First, because there is no other
position in the world so humiliat
ing as for a wife to know that she
is holding her husband by a legal
bond and not by a tie of affection:
that he feels that his home is a
prison that he leaves with joy of a
morning and comes back to with
loathing of an evening, and that the
marriage tie to him is nbthing but
a fetter that chafes him every min
ute of his life.
Distressing for
Wife to Find.
1 can conceive of nothing else so
terrible for a w ife to have to en
dure as to feel that her companion
ship is an affliction to her husband,
to observe that he looks at her with
half-concealed hatred and to know
that his one idea of happiness is
to get away from her. Bitter must
be the bread she eats and wet with
tears her pillow
Women sometimes hate enough
courageous hypocrisy to keep up
the pretense of loving husbands of
whom they have tiled, and of
whom they would gladly be rid.
but no man takes tin trouble to
try to deceive his wife about hl*
teal feelings toward her. If he is
tired of her he yawns in het face.
If he lias teased to love her he
openly negi •■eta het. and if he <on
slders h<*i a burden upon him he
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tells Iter of it in a thousand ways
that are like so many dagger
thrusts through her heart.
Therefore the woman whose hus
band wants to go is wise to let him
go. She is a thousand times hap
pier without him than she is with
him. To hold on to a man's body
because the law has given you the
right to. after his soul is gone, is
like holding on to a corpse after
life has fled. Better bury it and
plant fresh interest above it.
In the second place, I would let
a husband that wanted to leave me
go. because he has already gone,
anyway. Love is the champion
jail-breaker of the universe. No
fetters have ever been woven that
can bind It. no handcuffs made that
it could not slip, no lock construct
ed that it can not pick.
There is this strange thing about
love, that thi more desperately we
hold on to it. the more slippery it
becomes and the mote eager to git
away from us Moreover, observa
tion shows that the best loved
wives are not the ones who are
most devoted and faithful to their
husbands, but the women who are
careless and indifferent. The wives
whose husbands stay lovers to the
end aie invariably those eel-like
ladles of whom their Johns are
ri'v- certain, and who hair to be
perpetually wooed to keep them at
home and away from Reno
No man is going to tall tn lov
over again with his wife because
she keeps him nailed to his hearth
stone against his will. Her only
chance to hold him is to let him go
so willingly that she will pique his
self-love and arouse his jealousy
by the thought that if she hadn’t
been as tired of him as he was of
her and perhaps had her eye on
somebody else, she would have put
up more objection to his departure.
Men always want the women who
don’t want them, which is a little
fact in natural history that wives
mav do well to ponder.
Would Tell Him “Go,”
Then He'd Come Back
In the third place, if 1 were mar
ried to a man who had wearied of
me and matrimony. I should say,
"Go. and luck go with you,” be
cause I should know that the surest
way- to get him back would be to
expedite his departure.
To every married person, male
and female, with a drop of red
blood in their veins, there comes
times of revolt against matrimony,
when they can see in it nothing
but prison, and hear nothing but
the jingle of the chains that unite
to those whom at the minute they
hate and loathe with all their souls.
They can see in the party of the
other part nothing but faults. They
can perceive in marriage nothing
but a bondage crueler than death.
At such a crisis a man contrasts
his dull, monotonous domestic life
with that of his bachelor friends,
and he is tilled w ith a mad longing
f or freedom. It seems to him that
it would be Paradise itself to be
free of wife, and children, and
home, and to be able to come and
go as he pleased, without anybody
sitting up for him of a night and
reading the riot act to him when
he got in late.
The only remedy for this state of
mind is to try freedom, and so
when a wife discovers that matri
mony has gotten on to her hus
band’s nerves she should not only'
let him go. but hurry him off into
the pastures that he thinks look so
inviting For he will discover to
his surprise that matrimony' unfits
a man for being single. He will
discover that he can’t drink as
much as he used to without having
a head next morning: that his
game of poker has fallen off, and
that he has fallen into the slipper,
and paper and pipe habit of an
evening without his knowing it.
He Will Find Home
Best Place on Earth.
Then the wife he was tired of
w ill begin to get interesting again,
the home that was a cage will
look the most inviting place on
earth, and the glad hand from a
group of rounders won’t be in it
with the thought of his baby's cry
of welcome, and the feel of little
arms around his neck.
And then it's ten to one he will
get up and. like the prodigal of
old, go back home, and stay there.
THE HOME PAPER
Tremendous Pull of
Jupiter Upon Earth
Pl anet Now a Bright
Object in Evening
Mwai Sky; Power of Sun
Offsets Its G reat
Force.
GARRETT P. SERVISS
Bv GARRETT P. SERVISS.
THE most conspicuous object in
the evening sky at present is
the planet Jupiter, the great
est world in the solar system. About
10 o’clock at night you will see it
directly in the south. It is above
the reddish star Antares in the con
stellation Scorpio, but it is bright
er than any fixed star. With a
powerful field glass you can see one
or two of its maans, like little
specks of light beside it. Jupiter
is equal in size to about 1,300
earths. It is now about 400,000,000
miles away from us.
But what I wish particularly to
call your attention to is the fact,
seldom thought of, that Jupiter is
pulling upon the earth with a force
which, when translated into ordi
nary language, appears inconceiv
able. That force, due to the at
traction of gravitation, is equiva
lent to about 198,000.000,000,000
tons! The earth bows a little to
this force, but yet goes serenely
on its way, held safely by the still
more gigantic power of the sun,
which curbs it with a force
amounting to 3.600,000,000,000,000
tons.
One can not grasp the meaning of
such a force expressed in figures.
Eet us, then, try to illustrate what
it means. It can be shown that a
bar of solid steel one foot square
would sustain a pull of about 8,640
tons. If the bar were one mile
square it would sustain a pull of
more than 240,000,000,000 tons. Now
it would take 15,000,000 such bars
to resist the pull of the sun upon
earth. Or, to put it in another way,
if the force of attraction between
the sun and the earth were de
stroyed, and we had to substitute
for it a steel bar, to enable the sun
to hold the earth in check, and pre
vent it from running away, that bar
would have to be about 3,875 miles
thick!
The earth, which weighs about
six sextillions of tons, is flying in
its orbit with a speed of 18 1-2
miles pei - second, and it would go
straight away into space if the sun
did not restrain it, and hold it to
its duty, with a force equal to the
strength of a steel bar nearly 4,000
miles thick, or the united strength
of 15,000,000 such bars, each one
mile thick!
Forces of a like nature are acting
upon the earth from all possible
directions. Every planet and ev
ery star is pulling upon it with a
force depending upon its distance
and its mass. The moon joins in the
sport. The moon would run away
from the earth, if the latter, in its
turn, did not restrain it with a
force amounting to about 21,000,-
000,000,000.000 tons, which is equiv
alent to the strength of 87.500 bars
of steel, each one mile thick.
The nearest star in the sky pulls
upon the earth with a force of 90,-
000,000 tons, while the force exert
ed between that same star and tlie
sun amounts to 5,000,000,000,000
tons. All the other stars, at least
a hundred millions in number, pull
The Man Who Is Kept
Dangling
Bv BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
IT sometimes happens that a girl
accepts a man when he pro
poses with the undefined and
unexpressed determination not to
marry him.
She wants the joy of an engage
ment. She wants to be adored, to
be entertained, to be ioved. She
likes no one better than this man,
but doesn’t like him w.s much as
she likes the freedom of girlhood.
Then again it happens that a giri
refuses a man. but does it in such
away that he has hopes of event
ually winning her.
Perhaps she Intends to accept
him eventually. Perhaps she thinks
to keep a hold on him till she finds
a man who suits her better.
Not a kind thing to say of a girl,
but, admitting all their sweetness
and attractiveness, there are girls
of whom the truth is not kind.
"Despondent," who writes the fol
lowing letter, seems to be in a class
of men whom we will call "Dan
glers.” The girl keeps him dang
ling around her; what her final in
tentions are regarding him no one
knows
One can only turn to his own
knowledge of women and guess.
"I have been keeping company
for some time with a girl I dearly
love, but she tells me she doesn’t
want to think of marriage. She
keeps corresponding with me in the
most friendly terms, and the last
time I was invited to call on her 1
again expressed my love. Hut she
again said she .wouldn't think of
in a similar way, each according to
its inherent strength and its dis
tance.
It is amazing to think of the
cobweb of forces- in the midst of
which we live. You see a spide
suspended in his web, held up by
the strain of hundreds of minute
threads, each pulling its own way
Those threads are so arranged
that they art together, and keep
the spider virtually motionless in
the center of his web. But the
earth is not at rest. It circles
around the sun, and the strain of
the Infinite forcest acting upon it
is continually changing in direc
tion and in amount. The sun itself
is in motion, flying twelve miles a
second toward the north, and car
rying the earth and the other plan
ets with it. They pull one an
other; the stars pull them.
In books on astronomy the orbits
of the earth and planets are repre
sented as regular curves. They do
maintain a certain regularity, at
least sufficient to keep them from
falling into hopeless disorder, but
they are not really regular. The
planets all stagger about, more or
less. The path of the earth is
constantly changing a little, now
on one side and now on another.
Jupiter makes it bend a little one
way, Saturn another, Venus an
other. But the sun is so much
more powerful than any of them
that he keeps the earth, upon the
whole, obedient to him.
It is well to think of these thing,'
when we look out on a starry night.
It gives a new zest to existence. It
shows us that the universe is not a
mere tinsel display of glittering
specks. It is alive with wonderfu
forces, which never sleep. No star
can be so far away that its influ
ence is not felt, acting upon al] its
fellow's. Astrology asserts thai
the heavenly bodies exercise mys
terious influences. Astronomy
knows nothing of that. Astronomv
finds nothing mysterious tn them.
It only finds that they all obey the
mathematical laws of force. It is
true that gravitation is mysterious
in the sense that we do not know
what makes it act as it does. But.
on the other hand, it is as familiar
to us as anything could be. We
see it in action all the time. It is
no more mysterious than we our
selves are. When Jupiter pulls
upon the earth he does exactly
what the earth does when it causes
an apple to fall from a tree or a
cannon ball to come down to the
ground after it has sped away a
few miles. No matter how fast the
ball may go under the impulse of
the powder, it will fall sixteen feet
tow'ard the ground in the first sec
ond of its flight, and 48. feet, farther
in the second second, and no pow
er known to man can prevent ft
from doing so.
Whether in motion or at rest, il
Is, like the earth and all other
things, involved in the universal
web of forces, which never let go
their grip. If man can not explain
the inmost nature of these forces,
he may, at least, pat himself on the
back for having contrived to find
out how they act aw to calculate
their amount.
such a thing, but wanted me for a
good friend.
“For some time I have persist
ently pushed my case, thinking that
eventually I would succeed, but am
now losing hopes of winning her
I earn per week, and have real
estate and a house. I have no bad
habits, and am considered quite a
looker. The house was bought
from my own savings, and without
any outside help. The girl know s
all this.
"What I "don’t understand is that
she writes such nice letters to me
professing friendship. If she real
ly doesn't care for me at all I
think it would be better to let m"
alone entirely."
And that is what she should do
He would then stand a bette
chance of forgetting her. and could
no longer be classed among those
unhappy, tormented men who nr”
known as "Danglers.”
“Desi>ondent" should make tlu
girl one more proposal, and tell, her
when he makes it that it will be
the last.
If she refuses, I hope he will be a
man of his word, and see that it 1-
the last. A rejection should end
their acquaintance, for so long ■
he dangles around her. though
merely as a friend, so long will that
moat persistent and most tenacious
of all growths of love, HOPE, con
tinue to plague him.
Unless a proposal of marrtae
means the beginning of a new !>'■
with her, let it mark the end of ’!>-
old one.