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EDITORIAL PAGE THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Pu Wished 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, IR7S Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mail. $5.00 a year. Payable in advance. A Temperance Sermon From the Baseball Field The Story of the Pitcher Who Might Have Been the Idol of l All Boyhood. Ask the first hoy you meet who he would like to be. and if ' he is an ordinary, health', athletic American youngster, he will prohahlx name one of the baseball heroes whose pictures arc ; now appearing on the pink sheets of ihe newspapers. It may not seem the most elevated ambition from the view point of a grown-up person, but after all. a successful baseball > player comes prettx nearly typifying all that is great in the i eyes of a hoy. A successful player must have health and strength. His in- \ come during the years of his greatness equals that of many men ; of independent fortune; lame is his. and he gets as much ap- < plause every day of his life as a candidate for the Presidency. ? Moreover, his money and his fame come to him for doing i the very thing that a small hoy considers more fun than any- < thing else in the field of human activity. ! t There have been preached in America a million temperance ■' sermons, more or less. It has been pointed out that whisky has |) destroyed the merchant’s chance for wealth, the lawyer’s chance 'J for success, the general’s chance for victory. All of these are H quite impressive lessons, and, when you are pointing out fro J your son Ihe rocks in the road of life that lie ahead of him. those shipwrecks should be called to his attention. BUT IF YOU REALLY WANT TO IMPRESS HIM. AND IF YOU WANT TO INSTILL INTO HIM A HORROR OF DRUNKEN- i NESS THAT WILL LAST AT LEAST UNTIL HTS MORAL FIBER HAS HARDENED. TELL HIM THE STORY OF ARTHUR \ RAYMOND. THE "BUGS" RAYMOND OF THE BASEBALL FAN. and his miserable death at Chicago in a cheap hotel room as ? a result of a miserable quarrel, the roots of which ran back to drunk enness. Raymond used to play in the Southern league before he went '• East. He was a member of the Atlanta baseball team for awhile. j The baseball historians will tell you that Matthewson of the J Giants is the greatest pitcher in the baseball game today. They also will tell you that Matthewson at his best was a mere tyro com- J pared with Raymond when the whisky fumes were out of his head > and he was a clean, upstanding, applause-loving athlete. Even with his handicap of drunkenness. Raymond left a name ! and a record upon the roll of baseball glory. This roll may not ' be the highest roll of honor in the world, but such as it is. il re- ' presents to hundreds of thousands of boys the apex of human at- i tainment. Point out to your boy what Raymopd might have been and what he became. To a boy the prospect of becoming President is dim and not altogether attractive. The prospect of becoming a great banker or a great merchant is likely to mean to his immature mind the giving up of the time that might be spent in doing what he'd like to do for something that does not sound to him at all alluring. BUT THE PROSPECT OF BECOMING THE GREATEST BASEBALL PLAYER IN THE WORLD CARRIES WITH IT A THRILL THAT EVERY BOY IN AMERICA CAN UNDER STAND Os course, it is an immature view of Life's success and a view that the boy will outgrow as he passes on toward manhood, but the immature view is his only view now The immature mind is his only mind to think with and consequently that is tin* only mind to which an appeal can be directed wit h any hope of get ting a true response. So. when you talk temperance to vour boy, call his attention to the tragedy of the man who should have been the greatest pitcher in all baseball history. Trying It on the Filipinos The American people have been wavering for some time over the question whether our public school teaching is not a little too abstract and theoretic We are carefully considering the idea of making a public school education conducive to earn ing a living. Meanwhile this idea of vocational framing—the idea of teaching children to do useful things and do them well- has been actually tried by the American people- on the Filipinos. Ihe Federal bureau of education now publishes an interesting report of this experiment on tin- other side of the world. We learn that nearly 400,000 Filipino school children are today engaged in some kind of industrial work. In lace making and embroidery, products ot Filipino schools are said to com pare favorably with work of famous French and Swiss experts, and promise to compete with them successfully in the world's markets. Ihe first flung that a Filipino girl does when she reaches the second grade in school is to make tor herself a complete outfit of clothing. As for the boys, they are trained in a great variety’ of mtmuemts with a spi -;;,i emphasis on tlie remunera tive trade of hat-weaving. In short, our system ot education in the Philippine Islands is based on a notion that many Americans still regard as radical and revolutionary to wit. that children should receive train ing to prepare them for the life that they are realh going to live. Ihe Washington bureau says that "the Filipinos lake to this educational program, industrial ami otherwise, quickly and ' profitably . and that the civil g< \ernnient finds its duties much less onerous imu that the military invasion of tin islands has been superseded by the educational invasion " I Having tried mu medicine upon the tilth F' lipiims with F 1 '• and with result- -o fa'.oi dm to (Im pato-nt* i- if ,al “‘ thought of the sayilig; "Physician heal thy The Atlanta Georgian :: GETTING READY ! J Drawn By TAD. ? J i xk. X ' 1 ITS Bl G- SEA®. Mf/' | Gow ego p retort' ! Lc. J i --- J? i. > I I I < a i" 1 1 i AFuiNß'' liii I A AA p{\\\\ v wij 1.1 i \ z w 111 Ip' \ I 'l' y I Taking Off the Brakes x y ESTEKI >A V we r ode high y along a level road built at the very edge of a yawning precipice. The colors of autumn were al ready flaunted by the roadside — yellow, brown, dull red. The little mountain squirrels sal on the gray rocks and chattered in the sun, and the clear brown water leaped and sparkled in the rushing stream. We traveled in a great cushioned automobile and whizzed along the highway built and graded by the convicts in the great gray prison far below in the canyon. All at once, down on the winding road below, a rickety wagon strain ed into view. It was below us,’ far. . far down, and yet in the marvelous dear ait we could see every board in the old-fashioned settler’s wag on. every bit of totting rope that held the old vehicle none too se curely together. There’s the driver walking to lighten the load. What a whip he has, and how he cracks it—hark, yes, you can hen- It way up here. Crack, snap—" Get along there,, you old fools.” ‘ Take Off Your Brakes!” The man in tile front scat leaned forward. "Wait a minute." he said. "Yes, it s as I thought; the fool is killing his horses for nothing." and he made a cup of his brown hands and called down through the clear stillness of the raritied air: "Hello, there!" he shouted. "Take off your brakes. take' off your brakes." He- lifted his arm and motioned The driver down in the toad.be low listened stood a minute, turned to bis wagon, did something to a lump of wood on the rear wheels. »nd up came the wagon, lightly, easiic. with no undue effort on the I pat t of the horses Eoigot his brake and then Whipped bis horses so it." said the man on tl < front s at How mane times have 1 done that \< rc thing nil along the road, and umi illy in the very steepest part of It. too < nice 1 had a big piece of work to do. bitt'd work it was and exacting li took or should have taken every hit of energy and . ouragi and ad dies- I had, but tlp-it wo* Monn otn ids. doing the *<■ k with me, I ' i I •. j mi ‘“bi, i.i.iy mgiH ; i, o and WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 18. 1912. By WINIFRED BLACK. ■ \ • thought and planned how 1 could get the sonfe one put on some other work. "He is in the way," I kept think ing. "‘all in the way." And 1 used up my strength and my energy and my resources—doing what? My work? Not at all; but hating my fallow worker, and the work was a failure, a dismal failure. My brakes were on. all the way up that hill, and I got to the top too late. How many of us do that very thing every day! The brakes are on, and we’ve forgotten them in the very steepest part of the hill, and that is why, whip as we may, the poor tired horses that pull the ve hicle of our ambition can never get up. Jealousy Is a Bad Brake. Jealousy is a bad brake. Ive seen it send many a good wagon to the bottom of the gulch. I’ve seen men. clever men, eat their hearts out in misery because another man as clever as they did a good piece of work and was praised for it. Take off the brakes, my good fellow; take off the. brakes; you’ll never get anywhere if you don't. I know a girl, handsome, bright, witty. She has a rich father, and all that money and devoted affec tion can give her. buj she is miser able. Jealous, envious, doesn’t want to hear that any other girl is pretty . can't bear to see that any other girl is admired. "Cat" they call her .when they speak of her. and she’s growing into a sour, disappointed old maid. Just because she's trying to climb the hill with the brakes on, the dreadful, hampering brajet sos envy. "Th< good fellow"—you know him, don’t you" 1 do. Never too busy to get out and get a drink, nev< r too absorbed In piece of work to atop and light a compan ionable cigarette, never too tired to stay up Just an hour or so longer. The fellow in tin wagon ahead of him started out with a good dual heavier load, and isn’t half such n good driver, blit he took the brakes off when tie started up the hill Thi good follow left his on, poor thing. , He'll wondei some day why th. I 0111. I w Hgot C II.K- out ahe. I know two women who livi »|d. by aide —two friends. Both their husbands are good men, ambitious, hard-working, good-tempered. One of them has a home paid for and a good bit of property in the north end of town. The other man started out in life from the same school, w ith the same chances, but his wife is the brake that keeps him down. Wasteful, extravagant, thought less, never orders a meal till it’s about time to have it. and runs to the shops for Whatever she can get. No thrift, no planning, hit or miss, rough and tumble. Poor husband, he can't take off the brake of such a wife, so he’ll stay at the bottom of the hill — where he belongs—for choosing her. What a fair, high road we travel most of us, with pleasant shade trees and crossed here and there with singing waters. Look! Over there in the shadow is a pretty spot for a home. Let’s get up to the top of the knoll and lay out the grounds. Reaching the Top. There shall be the door stone, there the curve of the walk. On this side shall stand a rich bush of . flowering purple, and over on this little hillock shall be a brave show of the lose locusts, sweet as honey when the blossom season comes. There shall lie the petunia beds— gay. ragged, pretty things like some flounced country girl at an outdoor ball—and here shall blow the pop pies. and behind them shall stand the hollyhocks. What a view there’ll be at the top of the hill, what a sweep of landscape, what a wealth of fol. lowing cloud shadow's on the rich wheat fields that spread below in th. smiling valley At the top. at the top. Let's get to the very top. out of the sun that beats too hard, out of th. rain and th.- work of rising. I he top, tile top. see it rises fair 111,1 promising around the next bend of the road. How slowly we a ''- bow the tired horses strain; " hat s tin matter, what is keeping us back? Ah. then It is the brake, the brake of sloth, of ignorance, of dis sipation of small-minded Jealousy of others, of timidity, of selfish in ‘■u geiu'i I ak« off the brake, good '''livi, ot w. -hail mver reach the top. THE HOME PAPER Ella Wheeler Wilcox Writes on Girls Who Risk Loss of Self- Respect by Taking the Initiative in Seeking Com- *8 panionship of the Oppo- • Snauy? l " fiii n.ll site oex. Written For The Atlanta Georgian By Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copyright, 1912, by American-Journal-Examiner. IT is a bit disconcerting to one who feels any pride in woman . hood to hear two mothers in one week say, “My son can have any girl he wants. They all run after him. They telephone him, write him, and put themselves in his way continually." And when one knows such state ments to be absolutely true, it Is worse than useless to try to blame the mothers tor speaking with such seeming egotism of their sons or disrespect of young girls. While touring in the Orient, a mother with a young son of nine teen confided to a traveling friend that she had come away with her son for a year, in order to take his mind away from the throng of young girls who made such contin ual inroads upon his time that he could not pursue his studies at school. Youth’s Mind Diverted. The boy was the only child of a banker; and he had never shown any tendency to be a gallant, but was so pursued by the attentions of girls from ages ranging between thirteen and twenty that he was losing all interest in his studies. The girls of the present era seem to be the pursuers; the young men are the pursued. And when men are pursued they are invariably contemptuous of the women w-ho seek their attentions. If young girls could know’ the thoughts of these men, if they could hear the remarks made about them, they would hide away in shame and confusion. While the writer of this article believes in all modern inventions as a part of the progress which will eventually lift the race to a higher plane, giving minds and bodies freedom from the drudgery of grinding toil, it yet seems as if that most necessary and useful inven tion. the telephone, has become a prominent factor in the folly and boldness of young girls. Tn olden days a letter or a tele gram was needed to communicate with friends and acquaintances, and both gave an opportunity for reflec tion before sending. Many a girl was no doubt tempt ed to write a letter to a man asking him to call, and before she finished it her pride and self-respect came to the rescue. She did not want him to possess such evidence of her forwardness. A telegram would seem too urgent, and that also could be shown: so she conquered her desire to see the man until he made his desire to see her know-n. But the telephone leaves no evi- I he Montreal Massacre By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY. ''T'HE "Montreal Massacre.” the | duplicate of which does not appear in Canadian history, took place August 7, 1689. .lust 60 years before. Champlain planted the seeds of which the mas sacre was the harvest. At Montreal the Iroquois -got back" at the French for what had been done to them near Lake St. George. In the midst of a terrific thunder storm between the night and morn ing of the 6th and 7th of August. 1689. fourteen hundred Iroquois warriors landed behind Montreal, beached their canoes and stole in upon the unsuspecting French set tlers, and what followed beggars description. For generations that summer was to be known as "The Year of the Massacre." Before the storm had ceased the Iroquois had stationed themselves in circles about every house out side the walls of Montreal, and at a given signal the ferocious braves fell on the settlement like veritable beasts of prey. Neither doors nor windows were fastened in those days, and the peo ple, deep In sleep, were dragged from their beds before they wire half awake. Men, women and chil dren were slaughtered like sheep By daybreak 200 people had been butchered. As many more hud been taken captive, to be used as slaves, or, worse yet, us the Victim* «>f the red man's toi t tire if th. Ir vengenm • was Insati able, the linqimi. . ossed th.- rivet opposite Montreal, and in plain night of tin tori »t< iii s. dgyg dence to a third party of hax i: - been used; it makes no ree<>: which can be shown, and it |ena itsclf to all sorts of excuses pretended reasons for calling U n the man who has not been sufii ciently interested to be himself the caller. Meaningless Conversations. More than one xvise and sersf. ble father has refused to keep a telephone in the house where his young daughters dwelt, because - did not wish his girls tempted cheapen themselves in the way io knew many of their associates were cheapened by continual silly and meaningless conversations over the wire, and by the making of haphazard engagements through that means. No man can or does respect a girl who makes advances for his attentions. He will meet her half way; he may fla.tter and praise her to her face, but in his heart he despises her. And behind her back he is ridi culing her and boasting of her fa vors. Because she has no self-respect, he does not consider it his place to defend her name or reputation. An absolutely manly man. one w ho has been carefully reared by a refined, broad-minded mother, wi ! never talk about a woman disre spectfully, no matter what she does. In his heart he may despise her, but he xyill not use her name light ly. Very few young men are reared In this way, and, therefore. tl» majority will boast of the sure, they have with silly girls who pur sue them, and they xvill make lighi remarks about them. If you, young Miss, who read these lines arc one of those ix i ■ send messages and invitations to your masculine friends, trying to make engagements with them, re member the risk you run, the risk of being laughed at by the youths, and gossiped about by their moth ers and older friends. Will Accept Attention. No amount of entertainment you receive from the efforts you make can ever repay for the loss to your good name. A man of any age likes to be the one w’ho makes the advances to woman. He xvill accept the atten tions which are forced upon bin., because they flatter his vanity, but he will in his heart despise the girl or woman who gives the initiative Better stay at home and read i book than go out with a man who--' society you had to seek. torturing the white captives B' night the victims could be seen tied to the stakes, amid the coiling flames, with the tormentors danc ing around them and laughing, d • monlike, at their sufferings Denonville, the commander at Montreal, was paralyzed with fear and terror and did not once atte to- go out after the savages. l -| ’ r two months the Iroquois overran Canada unchecked. Settlement aft er settlement was raided, and ti>° torture stakes blazed everywlier. From Montreal to Three Rivers crops went up in flames, dwellings were burned and the terrified se - llers came cowering with their families to the shelter of the f at Montreal. And it was all so unnece-> i There was no reason why the I ’ quois should have hated the Frein but Champlain was a Frenchniar, and 60 years before Champlain gone out of his way to attack th —and therefore all Frenchm. it w. to be their enemies. Gray-haired old fathers motheis, innocent little child’ and men and women by the ti" sands in the bloom of hcalU power were to pay for the f<> ne-n of one hot-headed man uel <ie Champlain. cimmplain hud no busine- in: Ing tile Iroquois on that Jal' ing of th. year 1609. and if not doin' HO if he had le I- Inin Penn Instead of Sai- 1 ’hnmplnin ii is mo ait' .• i ■ tlmi tl.eie would hnvt b- ■ a M*»ht 1 1 11 v