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A Chance For Every Boy
and Girl
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The Public Schools Are Opening.
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This is the great week of the year all over the United States.
It is the week of the opening of the public schools.
Millions of children begin again the year of study, of mental
work—a year of hope and opportunity.
In the great city schools of iron and brick and glass the chil
dren go in hundreds of thousands —a great procession blocking the
streets at 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 and
near under the slanting shingle roof and the flag that, flies above it.
No week means as much as this week of school opening to the
people of the United States, and especially TO THE FUTURE OF
THE UNITED STATES.
At the opening of school fathers and mothers should talk to
their children and impress upon them what the public schools mean.
For ages human beings were ruled, they were miserable, op
pressed and helpless, BECAUSE THEY WERE IGNORANT.
Very slowly the people at the 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 this 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 the knowledge of reading open all science, all history,
everything that is worth while to the mind of every child.
The boys as they go to school today look very much alike and
act very much alike. The big boys tease the little boys, and the lit
tle boys retaliate, when they dare.
A spirit, looking down from above upon the children would see
little difference. But the difference is there, and it is largely in the
in which the opening of school is greeted.
fry to make your children realize that school is 'l'll EIR OP
PORTUNITY Make them feel that when the school doors open it
means more to them than if 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 and girls how the greatest success in the wbrld
has been won by study, and usually by children who had little op
portunity -except the chance to get knowledge.
Make them understand how long it lias taken to establish public
schools ami let everybody learn.
Tell your lit th* boy that he has as good a chance today as any
boy born in the country IF HE WILL TAKE IT
Make your little girl feel that what the school teaches to her she
will teach to her children in the future and do work as important as
that of any man.
Interest yourself in the school life of your children, in their
studies, in their success, and especially in theih 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
OBEDIENCE, RESPECT AND GRATITUDE.
The public schools open, the door of knowledge is unlocked, the
possibility of success is there it is the greatest week in the greatest
country 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 and theoretic
issue between protection and free trade. That question has been
. disputed to death for several generations in academic halls and
around the sawdust box in country stores.
The real question to be discussed just now is, How to get rid of
the actual and palpable abominations of the Payne-Aldrich tariff.
The right note is struck in the plan of the Democratic national
campaign committee to set up in New York city and other localities
fl visible demonstration of the outrages perpetrated upon the Ameri
can people by the padded tariff schedules which enable American
manufacturers to extort from home consumers prices vastly in ex
cess of those got from foreigners for the same goods
The idea of these “chambers of tariff horrors" is said to have
been suggested by a clever Texas woman who took notice of the
fact that she could buy a certain kind of American sewing machine
in Mexico at a price forty per cent below what she had paid in
Texas.
There will be need of commodious halls to display samples of
even half or quarter of the articles of ordinary use that are being
sold by Americans to foreigners at a'fraction of the American price
And. etuisidering the tortures that are being inflicted upon Ameri
can < onsunieis by means of the Payne-Aldrich tariff, these exhibits
may well take a name that recalls the barbarities of the rack, the
S' <'W and the iron mask.
The Atlanta Georgian
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:: When a Wife Forgives ::
By WINIFRED BLACK.
((TXKAR FRIEND: Your article
|i J in reference to a man's*
wife deceiving him lias
callefl 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 has a quarrel
with his wife and floesn’t think he
has been treated square, and he
starts drinking, un i ts* a woman and
does wrong oy the impulse of the
moment, and after confesses his
wrong's, 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; not if the homes are
real homes, and not just places
where poeple 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 a 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. lie and
the wife quarreled, and the wife
had gone visiting to "her folks."
The man was desperately miser
able and so lonely and wretched
that he was half crazy. Along camey
the poor goose of a woman who
thought she saw her chance for a
good home and a decent man at
last
She made love to the man, cun
ningly, carefully veiled love. Rhe
pretended to be sorry for him—
oh. so sorry and she cried with
him, and she sang to him in what
she was pleased to call the "gloam
ing." and she flattered him and she
coaxed him. and she made a great,
big. stupid, credulous fool of him
until one day the man got a letter
from his wife, and the letter said:
‘Tm sorry; are you?"
And the man packed his trunk
and was gone, without one syllable
to the “Consoler.” %
And when he got home again
with the woman h< really loved, at
home in tie dear little house they
had built together, at home with
t memories md the hopes
the sweet confidences, the man
never tven remembered the other
woman at al!
But the other woman remembered
the man. and sin pursued him day
and night, and when he would not
come back to her. or pay any at
tention to her. .-bi went to the
man's wife and tol l her al! about
the wretched affair.
The wife smiled and salt. "Yes,
didn't you Know he told me ail
“And Departing Leave Behind Us”
Drawn By TAD.
HURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1912 T
about it?” which was really not
true at all, and when the other
woman had gone the wife
and was broken-hearted.
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 while
I was gone. Let’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 head down on his
wife's lap and cried like a great
big, sorry baby.
The Slayers I
By CHESTER FIRKINS.
I 1 THEN first he saw the light S
' V v but. n -
There was no light to see; <
? In darkness to the world he came— <
< Darkness and misery.
/ A hole within the city's wall, i
His home that was to he.
? Within the glorious city's wall — <
J The city that had cried i
5 To all the poor of all the world
( To come unto its side <
> And win to riches and to joy— ?
‘ His parents came—and died'. ?
S They did not dib until he knew
It>f hunger and of cold.
And shivered, begging, on the street, 5
And oh. so young grew old;
s There was no sin within his heart, S
> But hunger makes one bold. ?
( ' >
? He lived upon the city street,
J Among the outcast men,
’ Till, learning nothing of the good. <
) All dark things met his Ken; <
jHe learned to wait the prison gate ,
S Till it stood wide again
I And In that city of renown
There walked a wiser few,
I Who revelled in their hoarded gold !
Or shone in <*oats of blue.
And he was proud that they should <
come
And tell him what to do.
' They were his kings; in hunger they <
( Would give him drink and food: (
s And those in blue thow well' he <
I knew! )
Might kill him if they would. j
Bight glad was he that he should be <
! Their messenger of blood'.
( And now they cry: "He killed a <
J man!"
' They bunt him far and near;
? But, wiser, we can plainly
? 'Twas those who held his fear. ?
J Who paid and sent him on his way— >
J Twas these w ho’built the bier. S
S His w as the hand that did the deed, >
J But theirs the cruel heart.
< Theirs was the cruel heart—but we, s
i Had we no slayer's part?—
! W< who gave power to the weak.
i To shield a murder-mart!
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
love to him. He has had his lesson
—and he’ll never need another.
Did his wife do right? I think
she did. She saved a good man
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 het-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
i worth while.
Are you worth while, my good
> correspondent, for, of course, you
[ yourself are the man in the case?
Do you really love this wife you
’ deceived? Are you sorry and
‘ ashamed and really contrite? Or
i would you go and do the very same
> thing all over again on the very
> first excuse? *
There's a difference in men. you
J know- —a very great difference,
j 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.
1 this very wife you have humiliated,
i 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
i good? What have you done to show
j your wife that you really are
! ashamed of yourself? Why should
j she believe you? Have you always
( been straight with her before this?
Wbat She Will Do.
Forgive you? Yes. if you're worth
| forgiving—of course, she will. Poor
[ woman! She'll pick up the broken
; love and the shattered faith, and
' the cracked confidence she once had
i in you, and she'll match them all
together again, as women have
been doing since time began. And
she'll shut her eyes and say. “It's
[ all there, whole, perfect, unharm
; ed. as good as new."
And she'll brush the bitter tears
> from her aching eyes, and she'll
> smile. Oh. how she will smile, and
! smile, and she will go down into
[ the Valley of the Shadow of Death
' for you, and come out smiling
; again w ith your child in her weak
; arms, and she'll try to make her-
self believe that you never gave
i her on* moment's sorrow! And
i some day. when you are both quite
! old. maybe she’ll succeed—if you
; are worth while. Are you?
THE HOME PAPER
Dr. Parkhurst’s Article
on
The Mob—A Crowd
That Has Been Hypno
tized Into Losing Its
Reason and Conscience.
Written For The Georgian
By the Rev. Dr. C. H. Parkhurst
WHEN a lot of pekple be
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 member 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 blind instinct.
This is what we mean by a MOB,
which is the name we give to a
crowd 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 of 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 fail
into a 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 to 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 left that
was sane enougli 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.
'T'HERE is quiet on the street;
A Almost every one yon 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 eat
In the chair where Harry sat.
Look at mother's face: she feels
No one tagging at her heels;
Now the breakfast things are done,
She can sit and think awhile;
She has even time to smile.
Joe’s not pulling Mary’s hair;
There's a stillness in the air;
Sort of pleasant not to call:
“Give your sister back her ball.’’
With a half an hour to spare
Seems like heaven everywhere.
Here s the reason—School ’s begun.
Wonder why it is? Yon know,
After the first day or so.
That the hours pass kind of slow?
W hat s the reason that you look
At the clock ami leave your book?
What's the reason that you kiss
Forty times the babbling miss?
What s the reason that you fold
Naughty boy and fail to scold?
When everything is said and done -
lere s the reason—School ,s begun.
vulsion of sentiment, we tore down
the plaster shrines in as much of
a spasmodic hurry as we put them
up.
We arc 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 up
in point of intelligence we can, un
der the mob impulse of some fiery
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 tile 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 what 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--
gie inclosure.
It Is Proof of
Our Feeble Progress.
It shows 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 it
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 pla< <
into the sea.