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He Wouldn’t fake a Million
for His New Baby
But He Wouldn't Give Ten Cents for Another One.
The man eats in the German restaurant. He is a chemist,
an inkmaker and a German—thoughtful and good.
Many of his friends had said “Prosit.” Julius, the waiter
(pronouqce it “Yulins,” please), knew how Ganymede felt
when all Olympus was dry. The inkmaker took his first baby
and his friends’ congratulations in a serious mood.
“It's a fine baby," said he. "Body of an Apollo, brain of a Roosevelt*
w judge by appearance at the end of two days. But, meine Herren, I’ve
got ail the babies I want. I wouldn't take a million dollars for this one,
but I wouldn't give you ten cents for another."
Many a father has felt that way. The birth of every child
is an event far more dreadful than any French revolution.
Every mother suffers more at the birth of her child than
is suffered by the country that goes through revolution. To go
upon the battlefield or into the square where Cossacks swarm
and charge is child's play compared with the long, repeated
sufferings that Eternal Wisdom inflicts upon Ihe world's
mothers.
Men have voted themselves THE HEROES of the world, al
though they really do not know what suffering is. They know
what it is. BY PROXY, when the first child arrives—and many
of them, horrified like our German chemist, value the dearly
bought baby al untold millions—AND WOULDN’T GIVE TEN
CENTS FOR ANOTHER ONE.
Suppose YOU were going to write the rest of this editorial
•—how would voti finish it. and where would you find the appli
cation of the remark about the baby?
You’d find it, of course, IN EVERY GREAT HUMAN
EVENT.
We are collectively forever in the mental attitude of the
man that values his baby at a million, but wouldn't give ten
cents for a hundred other babies.
Every blessing that we have gained through suffering ami
self-denial we value. Wo even exaggerate its value, perhaps,
and wo say that life would be worthless without it.
BUT WE DON'T WANT ANY MORE AT THE SAME
PRICE.
We like to be free—liberty is a fine thing. We paid lives,
money and comfort for the freedom that is ours.
BUT WE DON'T CARE TO BUY ANY MORE FREEDOM
AT THAT PRICE.
We were quite willing, for instance, to lot the Spaniards
have their way and butcher unfortunate Cubans under our eyes.
The besotted fools had to sink our warship TO SHAME US
INTO A FIGHT.
We like our baby freedom bought in 1776. Millions
couldn't buy THAT baby. But we don’t want any others.
If you take women out of the mills and give thorn a chance
to feed their nursing babies and wash the older ones, YOU IN
CREASE: THE WAGES OF MEN.
Working WOMEN keep down the wages of working MEN. as
working CHILDREN keep down the pay of men and women
both.
Therefore, industrial freedom for women ami children is a
“baby” that—as a nation--we wouldn’t give ten cents for.
Rut with the race, as with the individual father and mother,
it is a higher wisdom that decides. The German chemist will
HAVE his other babies and each one as soon as he gets it will
be worth millions in his eyes. Not one would he give up—al
though he will say “no more” each time.
And this nation will have its various new “babies” as time
passes. We shall have FREEDOM for women and children, and
for working MEN. too. We shall have REAL freedom that is
to say. freedom from worry, freedom from the grinding toil that
is relieved only bv drunkenness or the grave. We shall get.
nne at a time, the evidences of genuine civilization. Each will
be valued. We shall hesitate about making the sacrifice for
each of those not yet secured. But we'll get them ALL in time.
And then we’ll say, as the German chemist will say thirty
years from now (may he have fourteen children at his table),
“They cost a lot. but they are worth it. 1 wouldn't and
couldn't dispense with a single one of them.”
A Mission of Peace
Dr. William O. McDowell. “The Peacemaker.” sailed thq
other day on the steamship George Washington bearing the
American invitation to the Interparliamentary Union, which
holds its world session September 17-19, in Geneva. Switzerland.
The American invitation is signed by 3fi2 members of the
American congress, by 4'H executiee heads of states, universities,
colleges, religious, patriotic, commercial, social, fraternal and
labor organizations. It urges a joint meeting of the parliaments
of the world in this country in 1913 in New York and in 1913 in
San Francisco, in the interests of universal peace.
The impressive list of names on this most iinpressive memo
rial Dr. McDowell has secured by his own untiring and individual
efforts. The labor has been prodigious, the motive the highest
and most unselfish, and the end to be accomplished the most
millennial known to men.
Whether the Interparliamentary Union at Geneva lends itself
to this noble movement, or whether the parliaments of the world
can be persuaded to hold a common session in our country, or
whether the majestic dream of universal pea'-e will ever be real
ized we d<> n»t know.
But The Georgian, as the strenuous advocate of national
preparedness for war in an aniph naw. is also the evangel of
universal p< ace.
Wherefore Tin Georgian pays tiibulf to !'• McDowell for
his excellent work, and bids him fervently “ uodspeed” hi his
admirable mission.
The Atlanta Georgian
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BEAUMONT MANEUVERING WITH HIS HYDROAEOPLANE.
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
rjxHK French “air-man” Beau-
) mom, who won . distinction
last year in the long flights
of aeroplanes over Europe, and es
pecially the one from Paris to
Rome, has now a hydro-aeroplane,
which he is going to sell to the
English admiralty, and he proposes
to navigate it himself to England,
bv following the river Seine from
Paris to the sea, and then taking
flight over the English channel.
Part of the time he will be on the
water, and part of the time in the
air. The peculiarities of his ma
chine will be noticed in the photo
graph.
Whether it is on the wate- or in
the air. it is driven by a screw ac
tuated by the same motor. When
it traverses the water the aero
planes are so disposed that they do
not lift It into the air, though they
may add to its buoyancy, and assist
its progress by decreasing the im
mersion of the hull. Beaumont 're
gards this machine as practically
| safe, because, as he says, the avl
j ator encounters no serious danger
from a fall. Keeping always over,
or near the water, if a fall occurs
the worst that is to be apprehend
ed is a ducking.
He has already tried the machine
Captives of Fate S
By WINIFRED BLACK.
i yr tE saw her up there on the
V/\/ mesa the other day--Lor
na Doone, the sweet
maiden poplar tree standing light
and graceful in the great gather
ing circle of gloomy pines. Sjtolen,
dear thing, from a quiet valley by
some wandering breeze of mischief,
and set there in the woods with
the dark evergreens soughing
around her like some fair maid
carried off by robber chieftains and
kept captive in their mountain fast
ness.
How light she was. how graceful,
how modest and timid, and yet she
stood her ground, too. and would
not let any of the rough, burly
pines or the melancholy brooding
cedars come too close. Even the
tall spruce, with his silver-tipped
fingers, she kept at a distance, like
some modest princess of royal blood
keeping up the tradition of proud
aloofness even in her captivity.
Flutter, flutter, all her graceful
leaves seemed sending signals to
her tall brothers down there in the
valley.
On Wind-Swept Hill.
"Come up." she seemed to cry to
them: "come up and take me home.
I want to be by the water. I do
not like this high mesa. I am
afraid of all these dark trees crowd
ing around me. Come, brothers,
march up the hill tonight when the
moon is gone and take me home
again."
But the brothers down there by
th. stream in the green valley do
not even take the trouble to wave
back to the captive Princess, and
so there she stands today—Lorna
Doone we have named her—a cap
tive among the dark robber tr«es,
then on the wind-swept hill.
Lorna Doone! 1 have a friend I
call by that name when she does
not hear me. She married when
sue was seventeen, married a man
she s. a reel y knew, carried away
with his dark, handsome face and
his tine manner which made all the
men she knew seem dull and com
monplace.
And now poor Lorna is marooned
with the man she married, ma
rooned on a queer litt'e island
where the ftian lives with his
strange family >mi the uncanny
friends he gathers about him
She is gay, is Lorna, and pretty
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 1912.
on the Seine, twice traversing the
city of Paris, with satisfactory re
sults. When in flights, it looks,
from certain points of viewy strik
ingly like a flying fish, which is the
name popularly bestowed upon it.
It was. I believe, in America,
the fl' st successful experiments
with hydro-aeroplanes were made,
but Beaumont’s apparatus, it is
claimed, has great advantages over
its predecessors. It certainly looks
like a very successful device, and
it will, no doubt, open the way to
many more improvements. In view
of the many, fatal accidents which
have attended the development - of
aeroplanes intended only for use in
the air, it is probable that, in the
immediate future, we shall see the
■'airmen’’ turning more and more to
the amphibious type of machine.
It is quite natural that Beaumont
should do so, because he is an en
sign in the French marine (his
real name being Conneau), and
water navigation is consequently
familiar to him. This may give
hitn certain persona! advantages in
the development of the new form
of machine.
That high authorities see great
promise in Beaumont's machine is
sufficiently proved by the undis
puted statement that the English
navy has agreed to buy it, if it
answers the tests. Even the laymen
can see how wide its usefulness
and soft-voiced, and gentle-heart
ed. and the man who carried her
away with him is saturnine and
sarcastic and cynical.
He doesn’t believe in anybody, he
thinks people who laugh are all
fools. He never reads anything
but some book which proves that
everything is all wrong every
where. and when poor Lorna for
gets for a minute her melancholy
fate and tries to sing a little sim
ple song of love and laughter, the
robber chieftaih frowns and the
song dies in poor Lorna s throat.
And He’s a Captive.
Captive, poor little girl, a captive
bowed down with iron chains,
though the world thinks they are
nothing but pretty bracelets.
I wonder how’ long she will live
in prison?
They are not always women, the
captives of fate. I know a man
who’s a captive, too. He’s a big
hearted, generous soul with a laugh
like a burst of primal joy . He has
a brain, too. a quick, keen, active
brain. He likes to eat and to drink,
and to laugh, and to talk, and he
They’re Coming
Home
By CHESTER FIRKINS.
jrTAHESE are the days of terror; <
j These are the days of joy.
\ Alarms and hopes commingled <
In marvelous alloy; ?
j When from the shore or mountain, ?
j Or wheresoe'er they roam, ?
< Our w ives send letters saying
< That they are coming home.
< The lawn is long and seedy;
( The rubber plant has died,
I Though when we said we'd water it ?
< We didn't think we lied. >
j The cat (her pet, most treasured) ?
< Has simply quit the flat. 5
? Why did we ever promise
5 That we would feed the cat?
(But oh' she’s coming, coming.
’ And so's the tow-head boy ,
'To make this den a home again
? With food and love and joy.
> No matter how they slave us.
; No matter where they roam.
I j It's good to get the letters
j; That say they’re coming home.
might be both in war and peace. It
would offer a ready means of com
munication between the members
of a squadron, it would carry dis
patches, and perhaps it could be
turned into some kind of a fight
ing machine. At any rate, it might
serve for scouting in shallow wa
ters. as well as for reconnaissance
from the air. It would form too
easy a mark for the quick-firing
guns of a cruiser to serve as a tor
pedo carrier, but there are cer
tainly a hundred other ways in
which it could be employed.
For peaceful purposes it may
have still wider uses. Beaumont s
experiments have already establish
ed the fact that it can be navi
gated, partly In the air and partly
in the water, along so crooked a
river as the Seine, and through
the many obstructions offered by
bridges and boats within the lim
its of a great city. Why should not
a similar device attain great pop
ularity as a pleasure craft? What
greater delight could be conceived
than traveling like a water bird,
now in free flight, and now afloat
on a beautiful lake or river?
Perhaps, after all, man's final
mastery of the atmosphere, as a
nighway, will come to resemble
more that of the duck, which al
ways keeps near the water, than
that of the eagle, which finds no
dangers in the high air.
is never really happy without a lot
of friends around him. and he mar
ried a wife who lives to save.
She haunts the shops looking for
bargains; ’ she screws down the
cooks wages; she haggles over a
quarter on the gas bill.
She wears a dress til! she’s tired
of it, and then what? Does she
give it to a poor relation and be
glad she has it to give? Not she.
She sells that dress to the maid
or some friend less well off than
she.
Her husband is pruned, and cut.
and trimmed down to suit her lit
tle sordid, narrow schemes. Poor
fellow. 1 am always wondering
when ho will find the courage and
the chance to escape down the hill,
off the wind-swept mesa, and go
home to his own folk.
I've seen children captives in
their own family, haven't you?
Clever children in a family of dolts,
and the dolts all fee! so superior,
because "poor Mary is so queer.’’
Dull children in a clever family,
poor things, my heart aches for
them, but they are not so much to
be pitied as the clever prisoners of
dullness. Clever people have warm
hearts, as a rule, and quick sympa
thies, and there’s no one so cruel
on earth as a dullard.
An honest boy in a family of
crooks, a good woman in a bevy of
selfish, mercenary, worldly sisters.
Stolen, every one of them, stolen
away from the home they' should
have, and brought to sorrow among
aliens.
She Shall Have Company.
My heart goes out to them, and
for their sakes 1 am going to climb
the yvinri-swept mesa tomorrow and
take with me a little sprig of quiv
ering aspen, or a branch of poplar,
and set it in the ground beside the
lonely, pale captive poplar whs
waves her slender arms in such pa
thetic appeal to her brethren down
there in the valley to come and
rescue her. She shall have com
pany of her own sort if 1 can man
age it. Poor, pretty, frightened
Lorna Doone. up there tn the rob
ber’s stronghold with the dark
pines.
Anri maybe sometime, when some
kin of mine wanders lonely and
misunderstood, some kindred souls
will see him far off. and recogniz,
him. and go and bear him friendly
company.
THE HOME PAPER
Elbert Hubbard
Writes on
Universal Peace
The World Is Getting Together.
No Nation Can Afford to Fly
in the Face of the Ideals Held
by Other Nations.
By ELBERT HUBBARD
Copyright, 1912, by International News Service
IT is quite within the range of
possibilities that Emperor
William of Germany will visit
San Francisco in 1915.
The emperor has expressed great
interest in the proposed Universal
Peace Congress. The idea now of
the fourteen great powers that con
trol the world getting together on a
peace basis is no longer an idle
dream.
If the emperor makes the trip,
he will come on his own yacht by
way of Panama, convoyed by an
American and a German man-of
war.
The presence of the emperor in
Skn Francisco will be the greatest
influence for peace and a mutual
understanding among the nations
that has ever occurred in history.
His Power Is Great.
The individual power of Emper
or William is greater than that
of any other ruler. Not only does
he occupy a very great office, but
he is a great individual.
Time has tempered him, and if
through his initiative universal
peace could be established through
international disarmament, it
would put him absolutely first
among all the kings and emper
ors who have ever lived since time
began.
And it is interesting to know that
the emperor himself realizes the
fact.
a
It is now generally conceded that
we have gotten out of the struggle
of war all that there is to be at
tained.
We have reached not only the
point of diminishing returns, but
we have reached the point where
there is absolutely no return at
all.
Armies are a terrible “over-head”
tax.
Soldiering in the year 1912 stands
for consumption, woe, want, pov
erty, disease, inefficiency and in
competence.
That the resources of the weffld
should be used for purposes of de
struction. and that vast numbers of
men should be kept constantly un
der arms, is a crying evil.
Five million men in the world—
The Founding of St. Louis
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
ONE hundred and forty-nine
years- ago Pierre Laclede Li
quest set out from New Or
leans, and three months later
reached the point for which he had
started, Fort DeChartres.
Liquest was the representative
and agent of the firm of Maxent
& Laclede of New Orleans, which
enterprising company had just been
granted the exclusive trade of the
Missouri and of the Mississippi as
far as the mouth of River St. Pe
ter. and it was for the purpose of
establishing a point around which
the advantages of this grant might
materialize that the above men
tioned expedition was undertaken.
A month after his arrrival at
Fort DeChartres. December, 1763,
Liquest set out to select the site
of the company’s post, and, after
looking the ground over carefully.
’ decided upon the locality near the
junction of the Missouri with the
‘ Father of Waters."
Here was a fir%. bold bank, high
enough to be out of the way of
the floods, and yet not so steep to
interfere with the loading and un
loading of boats, to which might
be added the fact that it was the
natural and inevitable depot of the
entire trade of the Missouri.
Having determined upon the site,
Liquest, on the morning of Febru
ary 15, 1764, turned the first sod for
the erection of the first building in
the city which today has a popu
lation of nearly a million sou’s. In
April the settlement received the
name of St. Louis, from Louis XV
of Frantff
the very pick'and flower of man
hood—are engaged in the non pi ~
ductive business of drilling an.
training to destroy what other men
have by labor produced.
Doubtless when pirates roam, :
abroad through the land, and ever;
nation was secretly plotting the un
doing of its neighbors, the indi
vidual success of a nation demand
ed a big army.
Now the world is getting togeth
er. The telephones, the telegraph,
quick transportation, is putting
every nation in touch with all oth
ers
The nations now are ruled by
bankers, not by warriors.
The economist, not the strategist,
is supreme.
Adding machines and cash regis
ters are our weapons.
The typewriter is greater than
the sword.
The growing intelligence of the
time has shown us that we can only
thrive as other people thrive.
Ihe idea of any one nation
thriving by exploitation, annexa
tion and destruction is obsolete.
Nations, like individuals, are to
day held in place by public opin
ion.
Publicity Is a Disinfectant.
No nation can afford to fly in
the face of the ideals that are held
and fostered by other nations.
Publicity is the great disinfect
ant.
So thoroughly is this understood
today that kings have their public
ity bureaus. They not only know
whsft other nations are doing and
saying, but their endeavor is to put
themselves in the best light in the
world's assize.
We are ruled by public senti
ment, and as no individual can
succeed in an enterprise with pub
lic sentiment against him, so no
nation can hope to achieve success
and prosperity unless it is moving
in accordance with the best idea
of the best people of all other na
tions.
Even successful war is a form of
defeat. It looks as if the year 1915
will be the Year of Peace. Lei ii
take its place with the immortal
dates, 1492 and 1776.
While Liquest was on his way up
the Mississippi from New Orleans,
the vast region west of the river
passed into the hands of Spain,
where it remained for 40 years,
when the inevitable happened, art '
the “Province of Louisiana” passed
into the possession of the United
States.
It was an unusual spectacle that
was witnessed in St. Louis on
March 9 and 10, 1804. The formal
transfer of Louisiana from Spain to
France had not been made when
the time came for its transfer to the
United States. In order that thi’
transfer from France to the United
States might be made, Captain
Stoddard, of the United States
army, had been authorized to re
ceive the region from France, and
was also empowered b,v the French
government to act as its agent in
the transfer, which had first to
take place from Spain to France.
All being ready, the Spanish fi g
was lowered, with all due cer> -
mony. and in its place was run up
the standard of France. Then, w,'ti
some more ceremony, the transfer
from France to the United Stat ■’
took place. The flag of France was
pulled down and the “Stars and
Stripes” waved for the first time ”
the future metropolis of the won
derful Mississippi valley.
Thus St. Louis enjoys the uniqu’
honor of being the only city •> '
history which has seen the flag
three different nations float. ov< '
tn token of sovereignty within 1 *
brief space of 24 hours.