Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, September 12, 1912, EXTRA 1, Image 14

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Newspaper Page TextEDITORIAL 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 post off ice at Atlanta, under act of March 3. 1871 Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier. 10 cents a week. By mail. $5 00 a year I’ayab‘e in advance A Chance For Every Boy and Girl r > r The Public Schools Are Opening. This is the <ireat week of the year nil over the I nited States. 11 is the week of the opening of the public schools. Millions of children begin again the year of study, of menial work a year of hope and opportunity. In the great city schools of iron and brick and glass the ehil ' dren go in hundreds of 1 housands a great procession blocking the streets al the morning and evening hours. In the country, on lonesome hillsides, the small schools are opening, patient women are ready for the work that means so little pay and so little gratitude, and a few children gather from far ami near under lhe slanting shingle root ami the flag that flies above it. No week means as much as this week of school opening to the people of the I oiled Slates, and especially TO ’I 11E I* I I'l KE (th THE LX LIT. J) STATES. Al lhe opening of school fathers and mothers should talk to their children and impress upon them what the public schools mean. . h'or ages human beings wen* ruled, they were miserable, op pressed ami helpless. Bl? Al SE TIIE'i WERE IGNORANT. Verv slowly the people at tin 1 bottom moved toward the top. Slowly and painfully, in one country after another, they acquired the-greatest of all rights. THE RIGHT TO KNOWLEDGE. In tins country, more than in any other, that right has been developed. Every boy and girl who will may learn. The wonderful art of printing and lhe knowledge of reading open all science, all history, everything that is worth while Io the mind of every child. » The boys as they go Io school today look very much alike and act very much alike, lhe big boys tease the little boys, and tin* lit tle boys retaliate, when they dare. A spirit looking down from above upon the children would see little dilference. But the difference is there, and it is largely in the spirit in which the opening of school is greeted. Try to make your children realize that school is THEIR OP PORTI’NITY. Make them feel that when the school doors open it means more to them than il the door of some great mine of Alad din’s wealth were opened before them. Wealth without knowledge is nothing. Knowledge alone makes possession worth while Tell your boys ami girls how the greatest success in the world has been won by study, ami usually by children who had little op portunity—except the chance to get knowledge. .Make them understand how long it has taken to establish public schools and let everybody learn. Tel! your little boy that he has as good a chance today as any boy born in the country IE HE WILL TAKE IT. Make your lit!le girl feel 1 hat what the school teaches to her she will teach to her children in Ihe future and do work as important as that of any man. Interest yourself in the school life of your children, in their stmlu s. in their siiece: s. ami especially in their disappointments and school sorrows those sorrows are very real to little children. * If you can do so. become acquainted with the teacher in whose hands your children are placed. Make the teacher feel that you ap preciate the work that the teacher does the greatest work in the world. Make your children realize what they owe to the teacher- OBEDIENT E. liEslTt T VXD GRATITI DE. The public schools open, the door of knowledge is unlocked, the possibility of success is there it is the greatest week in Ihe greatest count ry in the world. Chamber of Tariff Horrors Democratic orators are on the wrong track when they under take to argue before campaign audiences the abstract ami theoretic issue between protection and free trade That question has been disputed to d alii for several generations in academic halls ami around the sawdust box in country stores. I I e real question to be discussed just now is. How to get rid of the actual and palpable abominations of the Bayne Aldrich tariff. The r alii note is struck in the plan of the Democratic national campaign committee to set up in New York city and other localities a visible d mon st rat ion of Ihe . nit rages per pet rated upon the Ameri can prop? by the padded iff schedules which enable American mamifacturers to • ■xl<n-; Tom home consumers prices vastlv in ex cess of those got i inm foreigners for the same goods. ilm idea ot these chambers of tariff horrors ’is said to have been suggested by a clever Texas woman who took notice of the fact that she eoiild Huy a certain kind of American sewing machine in Mexico at a price forty per cent below what she had paid in Texas 1 here will be tie.'| of commodious halls to display samples of even haP or quarter of the articles of ordinary use that are being - -''l by A. meru .ns io so. eigners at a fraetion of the American price. Ami. eoiisid, im; 'he tortures that are being inflicted upon Aineri can eotisuw rs by m ans of tin Payne-Aldrich tariff, these exhibits " 1 ta> ; name that recalls the barbarities of the rack, the thumli sejew anu the iron mask The Atlanta Georgian Drawn By TAD. A _ ~ :a _ _ ; ,1- IF -A'.'-'f, 1 | | L < .*< AT ' \A ■-*, I -a .Cat ' e e -,;A •IW-AK 'Af,-dV‘ f Ao ■B I IW ft® I ' |||y| A ■ ■ ■ . I a-A A,' ■ Q A"" !i AX'P ; .G b? /'z / Zz , x At.- 1 1 1 W’O’ll,,ll - l . :: When a Wife Forgives :: By WINIFRED BLACKA UJAKAR 1-’BIEND; Your article I J in reference to a imin's wife deceiving him has called to mind a different story. What if a man deceives his wife; does the same apply to him? "A bad woman, good looking, well educated, can break up a doz en homes. Say a man lias a quarrel with his wife and doesn't think he has been treated square, and he starts drinking, meets a woman and does wrong on the impulse of the moment, and after confesses ids wrongs, should not his wife forgive him? Please answer. "W. S," No, my friend; I don't agree with you. Good looking women can not “break up a dozen homes," or one home, either; i;ot if the homes are real homes, and not just places where people live and pretend to be happy. Good looks never held a man’s love in the world, and they never “broke up" a home worthy of the name, either. A bad heart breaks up homes, and » silly head, and both of them belong to the person who lives in the home. It Depends On Both. Should a woman forgive a man who has betrayed her trust in him? That depends on the woman and on the man and on the way that confidence was betrayed. The best husband 1 ever saw had a foolish affair with a woman once when his wife was away. He and the wife quarreled, and the wife had gone visiting to “her folks.” The man was di sperately miser . We and so lonely arid wretched that he was half crazy. Along fame i to poor goose of a woman who thought she saw lu r chance for a good home and a decent man at last She mad, love to the man, cun ningly, ear. fully Veiled love. She pretended to be scary for him - oh. so soi ry 'and she cried with him, and she sang to him in what she was phased to call the “gloam ing." and she tlattered him and she coaxed him, and she made a great, big stupid, credulous fool of him until ore day the man got a letter from his wife, and the letter said: Tin sorry; are you."' And the man packed his trunk and was gon', willtout on syllable to the "Consoler." And w hen he got homo .. ■ , ■ with the woman In really lot ■!. at home in the dear tttle h >use they had built together, at home with t! • memori. s and the hopes and the sweet < onti.b ne, s the man I. ver men '.ntemberel the other woman a' '.! But the other woman remembered tl < man. and sin pursued him day and night, and when he would not > on. ba, k to her. or par .in it - tention to her. sh< went the min s wit. and toll her about tile wretched atf.llt. Th. w if. «.iu|, , saie ' Yes. uldtt't JOU kIC'W 111 to'd lilt all l , “And Departing Leave Behind Us” HIFRSDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1912. about it?” which was really not true at all, and when the other woman had gone the wife cried and was broken-h'earted. How They Settled It. But she thought it all over, and when her husband came home she said, "John, I was a fool to leave vou. and you acted like a fool w hile I was gone. Bet’s both be sensible after this," and John's white face relaxed, and his strained eyes grew natural for the first time in months, and he put his in id down on his wife's lap and cried like a great big, sorry baby. ; The Slayers j By CHESTER FIRKINS. t T THEN first he saw the light— j > VV hut - n0 ' There was no light to see; < I In darkness to the world he came— < j Darkness and misery, <A hole within the city's wall, ( -His home that wa- to be. ? Within the glorious city's wall— ( ' The city that had er- .1 [To all the poor of all the world i } To come unto its side j And w in to riches and to joy— ? S His parents -came and died! > They did not die until,he knew J (if hunger and ,< f cold, S And shivered, b aging. on the street, ? And oh, so young grew old; J There was no sin within his heart, > But' hunger makes one bold. He lived upon the city street. ' Among the outcast urn, ! Till, learning nothing of the good, < ; All dark things met his ken: \ He learned to wait the prison gate , ' Till it stood wide again. S And In that ejty of renown i There walked a wiser few, S Who revelled in their hoarded gold , S Or shone in eoats of blue, lAnd he was proud that they should ) come 4 And tell him what to fin. (They were his kings, in Icing. >■ line j ( Would give him drink and food: , s And those In blue (»;ow well hl ’ knew ! 1 i .night kill him if they would. t (Higa: glad was he that ho should be ' Th>dr messenger of blood. i (And now they cry: "lb killed a ■ man!" < They hunt him 'ar a:?d near; J But. wis r. w can plainly s.-e , ’Twas hi so who held lfi> fear, ; Who pa: ■ m,I .-ent /p or ai- wav - , J Tw is these who bail', ti'. bier. SH;s was th. hand that cal ; e dee t, < I But theirs the c uel h-. j Tin irs was eittel hear- .. it we. C i Ha. w< no slayer's part? Wi who aa't e pm.. , to th,- w, a,. . Ti> side:.; a murdf r-ma: .! And he thinks that his wife is made of gold, with diamonds for eyes and rubies for lips, and he wouldn't look at the prettiest wom an alive if she should come right down out of Venusburg and make loye to him. He has had his lesson —and he'll never need another. Did his wife do right? 1 think she did. She saved a good mam and she mended a broken life, and she had the good sense to see that the other woman wasn’t anything real at all; she was Just an opiate, like a dose of morphine. Yes, she’s happy —not as happy as she would be if her husband had not had the affair at all. but a whole, lot happier than she would be to day if she had taken her "rights” before the law and divorced the husband and wrecked two lives. Forgive? Why not? Forget? That is not quite so easy, but It can be done when it's worth while. • Are you worth while.’my good correspondent, for, of course, yon yourself are the man in the case? Do you really love this wife you deceived? Are you sorry and ashamed and really contrite? Or would you go and do the very same thing all over again on the very first excuse? There’s a difference in men. you know—a very great difference. Some are worth forgiving, and some aren't even worth the trouble of forgetting. Which kind are you? And the drinking now: do you think that is an excuse, really? How much of an excuse Is it? Be fair. now. How much of an excuse would you make it for your wife, this very wife you have humiliated, and deceived, and shamed, in the eyes of this shameless woman who “lured" you from the straight and narrow path? Have you stopped drinking for good? What have you done to show your wife that you really are ashamed of yourself? Why should she believe you? Have you always been straight witlt her before this? What She Will Do. Forgive you? Yes. if you're worth forgiving—of course, she will. Pour woman! She'll pick up the broken love and the shattered faith, and the cracked confidence she onee had in you, and she'll match them all together again, as women have bi ■ n doing since time began. And she'll shut iter eyes and say, “It's all there, whole, perfect, unharm ed. as good as new." And she'll brush the bitter fears ''from b,r aching eves, and site’!! smile. Oli. how she will smile, and smile, and she will go down ln‘<> the Valley of the Shadow of Death for you. and come out smiling ag iin ". ith ymir child in her weak arms, and -he'll try to make her e|f believe that you never gave It, r uni moment’s sorrow ! And some day. when you nn both quite old, maybe she’ll succeed- if you art worth while. Are ;ou? t THE HOME PAPER Dr. Parkhurst’s Article on The Mob---A Crowd 1 hat Has Been Hypno tized Into Losing Its Reason and Conscience. Written For The Georgian By the Rev. Dr. C. H. Parkhurst T T T HEN a lot of people be yV come massed together un der the influence of some mind that hypnotizes them or some idea that influences them, the con dition of each separate mejnber of the crowd becomes revolutionized. Each ceases to/ be a distinct in dividual and becomes simply a . piece of the mass, like a bee lost in the swarm, like a sheep merged in the flock, with no separate idea of his own, no moral perception that is his own special property, and swept forward by an .impulse that works in him with the thoughtless push of blincriinstinct. This is what we mean by a MOB, which is the name we give to a cVowd that has been hypnotized to the loss of its reason and the sus pension of its conscience. This tendency to relapse into the gre garious condition of the mere ani mal and to go buzzing with the bees or bleating with the herd, is limited to no age ot the world and to no nationality. ■ Easy to Hypnotize Supposedly Cool Men. Even Americans, cool-blooded and equably tempered as we imag ine ourselves to be, are able to fall into a i hypnotized state on slight provocation, and while it does not take us as long to recover our selves to a normal condition as it might a crowd of inflammable Celts, either of the French or Irish type, yet we too know’ how’ to dis encumber ourselves of some of the more human features of our nature and to become momentarily obliv ious of our brains and forgetful of our consciences. A striking instance of this oc curred on the occasion of Admiral Dewey’s return tb this country aft er what some of us, perhaps, con sider his unfortunate success in the Philippines. Our entire population continued for a number of days in a condition of absolute lunacy. Without at all disparaging the wonderfulness of the victory which he gained, it is nevertheless the fact that it so upset the mental equilibrium of us all, and, so para lyzed that department of our being where our reasoning processes are conducted, that the reason why no one pronounced us insane was be cause there was no one ieft that was sane enough himself to be qualified to adjudge us to the asy lum. In New York we filled up our streets with inexpensive but daz zling architectural fireworks, and it was only the general prevalence 'of theistic convictions that pre vented the erection of altars and the prostration of ourselves in wor ship; and after a few’ days when, as we remember, there came a re- School’s Begun L By PERCY SHAW. « THERE is quiet on the street; Almost every one you meet Looks at every other one, And there’s something queer in that. Here’s the secret—School’s begun. Where’s the racing pit-a-pat? Where the rush of children’s feet? Pray behold the dozing cat In the chair where Harry sat. Look at mother's face; she feels No one tagging at her heels; Now she breakfast things are done, She can sit and think awhile; She has even time to smile. doe's not pulling Mary’s hair; There’s a stillness in the air; Sort of pleasant not to call: "Give your sister back her hall.” With a half an hour to spare Seems like heaven everywhere. Here’s the reason- School's begun. Wonder why it is? You know, After the first day or so. I'hat the hours pass kind of slow? Wlmt’s the reason that you look At lhe clock and leave your hook? What's the reason that you kiss Forty times the babbling miss? What's th? reason that yon fold Naughty boy ami fail to scold? When every thing is said and doth Her, s th- reason School's begun. El J vulsion of sentiment, we tore down the plaster shrines in as much of a spasmodic hurry as we put them up. We are not often silly as a peo ple, but we are liable to be. We lose our heads, become bo vine just frequently enough to con vince us of our possibilities, and to persuade us that to whatever height we have built ourselves ap In point of intelligence we can. un der the mob impulse of some fierv incentive, throw’ off several of the upper stories of our being and bring it down to almost an asinine level. A funny little exhibit of the same thing, where enthusiasm, excited to a high pitch and participated in by a rather motley crowd, works a large volume of stultification and reveals man with most of his up per lights extinguished, is afforded by the prolonged howling of a nom inating political convention that will stand upon its feet by the hour and belch forth its Republican or Democratic delirium with a per tinacity of vocal eruption to which very few of the Inferior order of animals would show themselves equal. The phenomenon is an interest ing one —we might almost say an impressive one. One is curious to know’ w’hat an intelligent visitant from some other sphere, where such nominating con ventions are not in vogue, would imagine to be the real genius of the occasion; what singular impulse it could be that would engender such an inundation of Inarticulate disso nance, and why so many creatures of such seeming ferocity can be al lowed to be collected within a sin gle inclosure. It Is Proof of Our Feeble Progress. It show's how comparatively fee ble is the progress we have as yet made in our intellectual develop ment, that we can consent, at so slight an incentive, to resign our prerogative of self-control, throw ourselves upon all-fours and run with the herd. People are not to be criticised for thinking alike, pro vided only such unanimity Is not due to their not having thought at all, but to their having let some one think for them, or to their hav ing so allowed themselves to be flattened out under some hypnotic touch or bewildered by some in calculable infatuation as to throw their Individual powers of thought and decision out of commission. In the presence of such condi tions argument is as much a waste of time as though thrown In the faces of the bewitched and bedev iled swine that Scripture relates to have rushed down a steep place into the sea.