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EDI'TORIAL PAGE THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday Ry THE GEORGIAN COMPANY At 20 East Alabama St., Atlanta, Ga. Entered as second-class matter at postoffice at Atlanta, under act of March 3. 1873. Subscription Price -Delivered by carrier. 10 cents a week. By mall, $5.00 a year. Payable in advance. 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 The Atlanta Georgian HAPPY DAYS By HAL COFFMAN. , , / whaTa I car? \ | 1 DON’T GoTTa \ C" " ’ I GO T<=> SCHOOL- CuCXOO \ ‘ 'TH. lit- 1 . ®.n y if \ > i I jskw, '' 'i ■ "fl ft W ™ ■ ■;/ - ==L IP wh 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 WEDNESDAY, JULY 3. 1912. By DOROTHY DIX. Hlj**«* -—. w 1 ,3518138 i 7 SOI / //L lx DOROTHY DIX. 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.