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EDITORIAL page THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Pubtt*sed 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 mail. 35.00 a year. Payable in advance. The Sick Baby; the Silent Automobile—and Manners ■> ». ». Sooner or Later We Will Develop a Public Spirit Which Will Irduce People to Behave as Mannerly in Public as They Do in Their Own Homes. A policeman stands on a street requesting all motor people as they pass to make as little noise as possible because a baby is sick in one of the houses and the noise or silence of the street may mean life or death to the child. It is an example of gentle civilization and. while unusual, illus trates very well an extension of the principle that a city must now do more than simply govern its people. The question, however, must arise—why should it be necessary to warn anybody not to make a nuisance of himself? There are many sick children, and many sick grown-ups as well, in the homes along the streets and boulevards; there are, in addition, thousands of people to whom unnecessary noise is a nervous torture. The man who would not whistle in the street car or rattle his cane along the garden fences, or do any other unseemly thing, will whirl through the streets in an automobile rattling an open muffler and laking a particular delight in seeing how many kinds of noises he can get out of the machine. The speed maniac is not the only un comfortable person in the automobile. The noise maniac, while he may not be so dangerous, annoys an even greater number of people. It ought not be necessary for the policeman to have to warn automobilists to make as little noise as possible. The sick baby should be protected by a code of public courtesy as strict as a code of private manners. We are, reaching that stage of civilization, al though our progress towards the goal is mortal slow. The railroad president or the head of a manufacturing company is likely to be the pink of politeness in his personal dealings with his fellowmen. He rises when a woman enters the room—ho keeps his hat off when he talks to her—should he inadvertently jostle her he is prompt in his apologies. The same man will fill her eyes with cinders from one of his smoke stacks—will smudge her face and ■oil her clothing and think it an outrageous persecution if the city attempts to compel him to use coal or mechanical appliances which will prevent his making an unmitigated nuisance of himself. The particular man in the automobile may not deliberately set out to splash mud over pedestrians— to scare timid women half to death —to whizz by them and startle them with raucous horns—he would not deliberately wake up perfect strangers to tell them what a good time he was having, but he whirls down silent streets in the depth of night, giving as close an imitation as he can of an old-sash ioned Fourth of July celebration, out of pure excess of spirit—any kind of spirits. He is likely tn regard the frightened jump of the startled wom an and the exclamation of dismay at the splashed gown as a sort of a grim joke. The matter is not one to make those who are worried at the decay of public manners despair. Sooner or later we will develop a public spirit that will reach even those who go in automobiles. When that time comes the man who is unmindful of the rights of others will be regarded ns severely as the man who now fails in politeness to the woman of his acquaintance, or who otherwise gives evidence that he has not learned the rudiments of decent manners. Puny Man and the Giant Tree Ju a bulletin just issued, the government calls attention to the giant sequoias, many of them more than 4,000 years old. Not only are the sequoias the oldest living things, but the tallest Within two parks there are thirteen groves containing more than 12.000 trees, ten feet in diameter, some stretching into the air for 300 feet. We think the big pines of the Western coast old at 500 years, but at that age the sequoia is in its babyhood. No wonder man looking at these giants feels his insignificance. They had begun to grow when the Homeric epics were young They were still young when Caesar invaded Britain. They serve to remind us that the seemingly endless glories of Athens and Rome, of Carthage and Tyre, of Spain and Old Mexico are nothing but flying leaves in the march of ages, since one tree has outlived them all. ' How to Manage a Man Founded on the theory that man is unreasonable, and that an men are more or less alike, a Los Angeles matron ventures to show the ease with which the species may be managed, if one adopts the right tactics. She agrees with the old sayi mt that “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.’’ This is her first rule. The second is of equal importance—“Do not ask him questions the moment, he steps into the house, especially as to where he has been or whv he didn’t arrive sooner.” Following the first rule, don’t give your husband hot soup on hot nights, because the cook is in the habit of making it. and so on through the menu This subtle Indy, while maintaining that men arc crankv. be- Ueves, nevertheless, that they are worth humoring. The Atlanta Georgian < WHERE AHAB “DID EVIL” Wonderful Discoveries in Samaria K MSB- i i A. IgpL M gyp- .. >•- ■ '-t C T-WllOOfl - :... i PICTURE No. 1. on the top at the left, shows the gate of ancient Samaria and how the Romans al tered the angle of entrance. No. 2 on the right Is believed to be the ruins of Ahab's palace, the earli est Hebrew remains found at Samaria. No. 3. the large picture in the center. Is the colonnade that en circled the brow of the hill from the gate to the The Handicapped Wife It Isn t Fat, Nor Wrinkles, Nor Age That Drives the Man Away From Home—lt’s the Faculty Wives Have to Bring Melancholy. COMEDY never treads so hard on the heels of tragedy as it does in matrimony, and as an example of it take this story: A woman writes me that she Is six years older than her husband, and that she dyes her hair because it is turning gray. Before she was married site confided the secret of her age and her Titian locks to her betrothed, and he magnanimously declared that ho didn’t care; that if she was as old as the Witch of En dor she would still he the only woman in the world to him, and that as for her artificially tinted locks, he’d know n all along what they were, for anybody could tell a block oft that her hair was dyed. Unfortunately, however, since marriage. It appears'that the hus band has recanted these noble sen timents He lias changed his point of view on the age and dyed hair question, and he now twits his wife about being older than he is. and her false tresses, and she’s very miserable, and weeps barrels of terns over It, and reproaches him for treating her so unjustly. And she wants to know what she had better do. Dry Your Eyes My advice to her Is, first of all, to dry her eyes. Quit crying Hus bands are kittle cattle, and hard to manage at best, but it can never be done by hydraulic pressure. Before a man is married, when he per ceives a good-looking lady in dis tress. he invites her to weep upon the second button of his vest, but ±ft*>r he is married to her he tells her not to make a fool of herself when he takes notice that she Is tuning up for a good cry. You can’t preserve domestic fe licity by salting it down In brine, and any woman makes the mistake of her life who tries to do so. A man who has worked hard all day and who has been harried and harassed by business cares, doesn’t want to come home at night to an understudy of Niobe. And further more, he won’t do it, and if you will take notice you will see that most of the neglected Wives of your acquaintance are women with reg ular pea green Ibsen dispositions Believe me, slater, it isn’t fat, nor FRIDAY, AUGUST 23/1912. Ry DOROTHY DIX wrinkles, nor age, nor gray hairs in a wife that drives the average man away from home to look for an affinity, it’s the faculty wives have for being melancholy and sur rounding themselves with an aura of gloom, it’s the gayety of the chorust, and not its pulchritude, that attracts the average business man. You never hear of a woman w’ho Is jolly and easy going, and whose laughter is hung on a hair trigger, figuring in the divorce courts. Therefore, sister. If you want your husband to forget your age, and your dyed hair, and any other little imperfections in appearance that you may have, just cheer up, and make yourself such a bright, lively companion, and your home such a joyous place to go to, that he won’t notice whether you are 16 or 60, or whether your waist is 18 inches or 30. It isn’t your gray hair that matters. It’s your gray thoughts. Try To Be Funny. My next piece of advice, if your husband twits you about your age. or any other peculiarity, is to sit down and diagram his remarks, and see if he isn’t only trying to be < funny and witty when you think he is being cruel. That’s often- the case. There are plenty of men whose whole supply of \humor con sists in holding their vHves up to ridicule. Don’t you know some man whose pet dinner table story is about some foolish extravagance of his wife? Or another who never gets his wife out in company without telling how she signed a check, "Yours loving ly?" Or another man who has made up a perfectly killing anec dote about his wife’s frantic anxie ty about hint when he was two hours late getting home some eve ning? These stories don’t in the least Indicate, as they seem to. that these men consider their wives fools and Idiots, or wasters of money. On the contrary, the men admire their wives very much and wouldn’t have them changed, and have no Idea that they stub their wives in the heart every time they make the woman's weaknesses and mistakes a subject of derision. forum, and after Ahab's Samaria had become Herod's SebaSteia. No. 4, on the bottom left, is a view of the excavations from the top of the Roman steps, the his torical strata of the ruins of Samaria while No. 5 shows the altar, and in the right foreground a crate containing the trunk of a marble status of Caesar— the Roman steps at Samaria. Men’s idea of humor is something women never grasp. Perhaps none of us has much of a sense of humor when we are the butt of the joke, but before a wife breaks her heart over her husband’s jeering at her she should give him the benefit of the doubt and realize that he is perhaps just trying to be witty when he seems most unkind. Finally, it is the part of w isdom for the wife who has any sort of a handicap to realize that’it is up to her to make an extra effort to please if she is to succeed as a wife Tn other words, if you are short on one good quality, you must bring up ihe average by an extra supply of something else. It is a great thing for a woman to be young and beautiful if she wants to hold a man's fancy, but it isn't everything by any means. Gains Experience. It is one of the wonders of life that it never quite robs us. It always gives us something in place of the thing that it takes away, and when it steals away from a woman her youth it bestows upon her ex perience. i So the woman who is a few years older than her husband should be crafty enough to turn that disad vantage to her own advantage. Un less she is an utter goose, the years should have given her tact, and diplomacy, and self-control; and they should have also taught her a few things about men that no young girl ever knows, and that should square all accounts with age. The old woman can not compete with the young in physical attrac tion, and she is foolish to pit the rouge pot and the hair dye bottle against Nature's roses and gold, but she can show a man a sympa thy and a comprehension; she can ply him with a delicate flattery; she can subordinate herself to him in a way that plays upon his vanity and his selfishness to a degree that grapples him to her with hooks of steel. Therefore. I bid the woman whose husband twits her with her age not to despair, but to be of g<.od cheer. Brace up And mak- of your age a blessing instead of a misfortune. THE HOME PAPER Garrett P. Serviss Writes on The Deepest Hole in the Ocean It Has Been Discovered Near the Philippines and Is More Than Six Miles Deep. Bv GARRETT P. SERVISS. THE depths of the ocean have a perpetual charm for the imagination, all the stronger because, being invisible, they pos sess an element of mystery. Who has not shuddered on looking down into the black water of some deep pool of unknown depth? When the bottom is SEEN it becomes less terrible. Almost every person making a sea voyage for the first time asks himself, if he does not ask some one else. "How deep is this water under us?” And usually he shivers at the reply: "It is two miles or three miles deep.” The height of a mountain does not seem fearful, except to one who stands on the top of it. But the profundities of the ocean cow the spirit through the imagination. The ancient navigators had no means of measuring the depths of the open sea. They sometimes thought of it, especially those who did not know the world was a globe, as being bottomless. The su perstition of a bottomless ocean occasionally crops out even yet. On my last voyage across the Atlantic I met a man who actually cher ished the belief that there were at least some places where no bottom exists! But the real facts are imposing enough. Recently the German ex ploring ship Planet has found, a short distance north of the island of Mindanao, in the Philippines, the deepest spot yet discovered in any ocean. It sinks about 31,842 feet, or 162 feet more than six miles, below the surface. Hitherto the deepest place was believed to be near the island of Guam, where a few years ago a sounding line was sent down to the dottom a depth of 31,619 feet. The newly discovered abyss is 223 feet deeper. Great Depths. The deepest spot In the Atlantic is a short distance north of Porto Rico, where the bottom lies at a depth of 27,965 feet. The average depth of the Pacific Is 13.448 feet, and that of the Atlantic 12,660 feet. There is a point on the steamer lane, south of Newfoundland, where the depth Is 21.290 feet. If we compare the greatest ocean depths with the loftiest mountain elevations we find that the sea car ries off the palm. The highest known mountain is Mount Everest in the Himalayas, whose elevation Is 29.002 feet, according to trigo nometrical surveys, made from a distance of a hundred miles, for even the foot of the great mountain has not yet been reached. Adding this to the depths of 31,842 feet, Just found in the Pacific, we have •60,844 feet, or a little over eleven and a half miles, as the vertical difference in elevation between the loftiest point on land and the deep est depression of the sea bottom. If a man could drop from the top of Mount Everest in a straight line to the bottom of the Pacific near Mindanao, he would, neglecting the resistance of the air and the Aater, fall the entire distance in a trifle over ONE MINUTE. He would strike the bottom with a velocity of about 1,970 feet per second. Let us consider for a moment the conditions prevailing at those Im mense depths. The pressure of wa ter increases directly as the depth. At a depth of 31,842 feet the pres stire would be nearly seven tone to the square inch. Yet this immense “The City of Dreadful Night” By H. E. H. A CITY (by day) of towers and streets; Tx A city of promise and fame; A city of progress and business feats; A city of mighty name. A city (by night) of a million lamps; A city with shameful blight; A city of greed and murderous deed; " The City of Dreadful Night*’ A city rby day), of power and strength; A city most fair to see; ■ A city enormous in breadth and length; A city of dignity. A city (by night) of thug and thief; A city of fear and fight; A city of graft, and cunning craft; *'The City of Dreadful Night.”’ ii IB I w pressure would not prevent any body that readily sinks to the bot tom of a glass of water from sink ing to the bottom of the deepest hole in the Pacific. This is due to the fact that water is almost ab solutely Incompressible, so that its relative density is very slightly in creased even at a depth of six miles, i If, then, any body is denser than water at the surface it will be denser also at the sea bottom, and thus nothing will prevent it from continuing to sink, as long as there is any water under it. Even a piece of cork, if once immersed deeply enough to be greatly compressed by the pressure of the water, would inevitably sink to the bottom. No Sunlight. There is no sunlight in the ocean at a depth beyond a few hundred yards. The blackest of black nights prevail there. The most brilliant electric light could be seen but a short distance away. Whether there is any life in the deepest we do not know, but we do know that wonderful creatures live at depths of many thousands of feet, and possibly there may be such inhabitants even in the profoundest depressions. The creatures of the ocean live in a land of wonderful valleys, plains, caves, mountain ranges and peaks. The water is their atmos phere. Nature has not left them without light, although she has de prived them of the sunshine. Many of them make their own light. They possess a chemistry far more cun ning than ours. If we ever master its secret there will be a revolu tion in industry. Here is a legitimate field for the imagination. If we could drop down into that abyss near the Phil ippines, it is possible that as we approached the' bottom we should look down upon a marvelous spec tacle. We might think that we were drawing near to some magi -al city, illuminated with stationary and moving lights, imitating the soft splendor of Millions of glow worm and firefly candles. Over the rocks and the red ooze would .crawl creatures such as neither science nor fancy has ever drawn, their long, pendulous bodies adorned with rows of phosphores cent lights, like the battle lan terns of an old-time frigate. In some the lights would be concen trated about the head, surrounding the huge eyes with circles of strange incandescence and project ing pale green rays Into the encir cling gloom. Wonderful shadows would play through the passages of that submarine city. Darting and struggling forms would be seen— for the creatures of the ocean, no less than those of the land, are subject to the law that life must feed upon life, and they are as mer ciless as anything that Ilves in the sunlight. We might see, Issuing ■from cavernous holes, creatures a glimpse of which would make us turn and hasten away upward, where they could not follow. These, to be sure, are fancies, but they are not unwarranted by the discoveries that biologists have already made in the ocean deeps. fact is, we are too fond of setting limits to what nature can do. We should meditate on what the great French mathematician and physicist. Henri Poincare— who died the other day—said: “The human mind is only a lightning flash; but that flash is all we have.”