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To the Next Mayor
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No Matter Who Is Chosen, There Are Some Vital Issues He Must
Not and Shall Not FORGET.
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The people of Atlanta will nominate a mayor today. Presum- I
ably, that nomination will be ratified legally in due course.
Into 11m campaign i hat is being finished Imlay have been inject- j
ed many “ issues " so-called some of them important, many of them <
cheap and o' no ultimate consequence whatever.
No mailer who wins today 's victory, however, and no matter
how soon or how happily—some of lhe so-called “issues” of the
campaign nmy perish and go their wav io oblivion and forgetful
ness then are some live, pulsating, vital and highly important )
things that Atlanla s next mayor SHALL NOT FORGET.
There are some things he must keep well, and healthily, in mind, I
fls'liis administration shapes itself and undertakes to put into effect
a program. 5
ATLANTA S STREETS MI ST BE SUCH STREETS AS AT
LANTA IS ENTITLED TO. They must be good streets, servieealile
and lasting and they must be kept that way. Makeshifts and '
botch work have had their all too sufficient dav in this city.
ATLANT.' S SEWERS MI ST BE SUCH SEWERS AS AT- !
LANTA IS ENTITLED To I hey must be ample, sound, and built
for more than a s ison or a passing satisfaction. Sewers laid to !
accoinmodate one thousand people must not be required to serve
two thousand. The health. the rational sanitary balance, of this city <
must be preserved.
ATLANTA S PI 111.It’ SCHOOL BUILDINGS MUST BE ;
Si t H ITBLK SCHOOL BUILDINGS AS ATLANTA IS EN- !
TITLED TO. There must he erected no more cheap buildings. The '
ethicalion of the children of At la nta is a continuing process—it goes <
on today, and it looks forward to tomorrow.
Here are I HIiEE things. Mr. Mayor-'To-Be. regardless of your J
personality, which is relatively unimportant, per se, anyway, that <
you will N< Tbe permitted to forget. once you are sworn in and he- <
gin your duty a- mayor. !
!• renzied utterance- in the finish of a municipal fight may be- <
wilder and cause confusion as to the genuine issues Atlanta is to 1
face in the tn: u re, or fa< cs in the pres'-nt. but licit her Ihe bewilder- |
nient nor the confusion shall continue long. ;
After the smoke of the battle has died away, and after the false I
“issues 'of the campaign have gone to oblivion, these three !
things ami other filings y.•( to be discussed will be insisted upon <
by The At lanla < ieorgian.
‘Mayors come and mayors go, but Atlanta goes on forever!
Don’t Buy From Book Agents I
Every man who can afford it should buy. own and read g<k»d
books.
Many more could and would own good books if the sale of
books was properly managed.
The difficulty is with lhe vicious, extravagant, often dishonest
system of bookselling through “book agents.”
Against these agents, as individuals, there is nothing that need
be said.
Th« trouble is with those 1h 1 handle lhe book agents, that
gi' e to lhe b .ok igent • suggestions for misrepresentation, and
swindle tin p-Tiic through the extortionate charges that the book
agents make im vitable.
This rn wspop ■ ami others associated with it. hopes, before
verx long, io make ihe book agent as extinct as the dodo, and also
as extinct as the pt ddlt r that used to sell nutmegs made of wood.
An o. 'i.i ir\ nood nook sold lor a dollar costs to make \BOUT
EIGHTEEN < ENTS. •
\\ hen that hook which costs a dollar is put in the hands of the
book agent, that agent o his employer must add to the actual cost
ami va'lu of tin look THE SALARY. THE TIME, THE FOOD
AND ( I.' > i'lH.Ni. <»FTH I. B( M >l\ A LENT.
Win n \on want to buy a book. YOI WANT A BOOK.
h on ..re spending your money for the book, for the knowledge
or ent ■ -ri aintm nt that it contains. )on do not want to spend your
imme\ lor lhe time of lhe book agent, or to buy his conversation—
bowel r rare and entertaining.
For today, those suggestions art* offered:
spend your moiie\ mt books NO TON BOOK AGENTS.
Every book that you buy from an agent is .sold to you for at
h ast tv tc« ami usuaih lour times —as much as ought to be
clia rged
l.V' ,; book that is sold to you by a book agent is sold for at
1< ast TEN TIMES AS M l '< II AXJT COSTS To MANUFACTURE
THA I' BOOK
W u can make up your mind for yourself whether or not you
want to buy a book.
Why pa;. ; dollar to a book agent to waste your time and his
lime [ .Tsiiading you that you want the book .’
Tie act that a book agent calls upon you indicates that he or
his nplos' i c.| -imrs von RATHER A WEAK MINDED INDI
VIDI'AL.
Th. be-.d. (gents are s. nt to those that are supposed to be “of
tl.e mental lower class.
Il . d tor yourself tin rex texts of books. Go to the man who
manage- t he library in your city, or town, and if you want informa
tion about books get it from him.
Don t get it from a book agent who is paid to sell you some
panieidar ami. usually, worthless production.
.'Like up vour mind what books vou want, get them AS FAST
AS 'ol CAN’ PAY FOR THEM, and no faster.
Get books as last as you can read them, and no faster.
'■ret ' iai air in oil. is you a book on the installment plan,
and that you can pay for it lit t le by little, is no argument in favor of
buying.
On ' an idiot agrees to spend money in the future simply be
cause he i ~-.n t got to pay right axvay.
\\ n"it a book is orte.eii to you tor so much down, and so much
per m uith. r< i|. m , r the' tm price vou are expected tojiax at first
IS BIG ENOUGH TO GUARANTEE THE SELLER \GAINST
I? )SS IN CASE YOI DID N< )T MAKE THE OTHER PAYMENTS.
Ih' nook ti'.'.-iii si s 1,;,, ml.y an interior product, and only an
hi: a ar_ in <d profit, made necessary,
)i mail n list s| nd his vli -le day traveling from house to house
with a book under hi- arm.
I’k the m m.mill etureis of books, that sell direet-
li" 'i . i mi ; "ii should Im\
■n 1 . 1 1<i cal ! s up"i. vou consider- vmi rathei weak
| ' lit :' him. imt I \on a• v ise,
i’ i- 1 . t., .o f into -oiiie better business ami m>t to
kN I) TR\ To i. IT FROM YOU
* >' 1 1' TUR V \|.' i; < >| ‘ V HAT HE HAS I'oß SALE.
The Atlanta Georgian
* TUESDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1912.
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The Changing Seasons
By WINIFRED BLACK.
Ll 1~ OXK, HONK.” they are •}
I I flying South, the wild I
birds. Last evening, deep |
in the purple mystery of the gath
ering dusk, I heard them. “Honk,
honk,” they cried, far, far above the
circling hills; “honk, honk,” Hying 1
South.
"Good-bye, Summer," cried the
wild voices of the flying birds;
"Good-bye. Summer, good-bye,
good-bye.” Farewell, sweet spring
ing flowers; adois, long days of idle
pleasure. Good-bye, light laughter
of the dying hours under the sum
mer moon. Idle time is going, play
time is passing, the roses have
packed their fluffy ruffles and de
parted. the poppies hang their
heads in the quiet garden, the tall
holly hocks are not quite so straight
and tall as they were.
Gone are the delicate wild How
ers on the hills and in the valleys
and meadows the wild red lily
flaunts her beauty in place of the
shooting stars and the wake robins
that lived there just a little week
Good-bye. Summer, good-bye,
good-bye. The jeweled humming
bird that has fluttered to and fro
in the hop vines, threads his shim
mering needle less often now. I
wonder if all his tailoring is done.
The Birds Have Flown.
The birds have all gone, they
went a week ago except such as
stay by choice around the houses
where people live, and last night
there was a party of falling stars.
Wh-i-i-i-z. the first one flew
across the purfHe of the autumn
sky like a silver pendant falling
from the robe of some great Court
Beauty decked for pleasant dal
liance. Wh-i-i-z. another followed,
wh-o-o-o, there goes the third, why
it's a regular fireworks of a night,
and the milky way how soft and
fair and white it gleams, a broad
pathway across the heavens, lead
ing -where I wonder.
The Ltttle Girl had never hap
pened to remember a feast of fall
ing stars before.
"Oil." she cried joyously, "oh! It
Is n message, >om» one Is sending
us a signal Yes. yes. we sir, vv e
see. but oh. we <|o not understand."
and the Little Girl spread her slen
dei a Ills wide and held them open
tn the glory of the night, and tin
lliyste y of It
■ i Hi,” sin sighed, if wi *>nlv
km .v what they air trying to tell
t’ us, if we only kn vv.” And her soft •
! eyes grew large and luminous, ami
she was silent for a long time.
1 told her the best 1 could about
the stars and their ways and about
the great shining planets that roll
on and on in space, and do not
I even know that we ate here at all,
we and our tiny little whirling
globe, and she listened with widen
ing eyes and cheeks that glowed
with soft excitement and vital in
terest.
“Oh." she said, "we are so little
and they are all so big, no wonder 1
get lonesome sometimes and don’t
know what I am lonesome for."
Where the Wild Cat Purred.
Good-bye, Summer; good-bye,
good-bye. The asters are purple
on the ridge back of tile little cot
tage where we lived this summer,
the ridge where they saw only
three nights ago a wild cat leaping
from rock to rock, and heard him
pairing in the moonlight like some
giant tabby.
The Goldenrod shakes out his
yellow pennants to Haunt in every
vagrant breeze, the milk weed pods
are full and the stiff leaves of the
Spanish Bayonet are sharp as the
ingratitude of the one we love ami
trusted.
The thistles shake their crowned
heads in every by-path, and in
some green valleys high above the
rest of the world there stand the
dandelion sentinels all white with
age.
Puff, puff, does your mother want
you; what time is it, Dandelion;
Puff, puff, go sew your yellow but
ton seeds for the coining of next
spring.
Puff. puff, the air is white with
the wool of the cotton wood. Good
bye. Summei . good-bye, good-by e.
How stiff and prim the dahlias
stand: look at that red one there
with the double ruffle around her
old maid's cap. Why, she wouldn't
speak to you without an introduc
tion fol all the world, and all the
watering pots in It.
How shy and delicate the cosmos
i>< -side her, blue, pink, w hite, faint
yellow, butterflies changed to flow -
ers. the last offering of summer.
Good-by sweet Summer, good-
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during the drowsy days, mmh that
ought to make the world a briglttei
pl.u • fol tiles* who llml their hap-
-J- piness through me. May I never
forget any of that I have learned.
Here is Fall whistling down the
road, lusty, ruddy, open-eyed Fall.
What a great boy of a customer he
is. anyway, this Fall, with his
shoulder cap of russet and his shoes
of yellow and his throat-latch of
scarlet and brown.
See, his arms are full of fruit
and of strange brown woods! How
they will burn in that friendly fire
place in tlje real home in the city!
What’s that he carries on his
back? A sheaf of books'? To be
surly we’ve almost forgotten how
to read out there in the shade and
the moonlight of lazy summer, and
crowding behind him at his very'
heels, what a horde of kindly faces,
old friends every one.
Coining home to the every-day
life of work and strife and en
deavor and accomplishment, and
things attempted, and things done.
Welcome Fall, you’re a friend of
mine and I love you, sometimes I
think, almost better than luxuri
ous Summer.
There’s a glint of frost in your
hair, so looks the old friend of my
heart, tried and true, the one I can
trust with the secrets of my life.
There’s a sparkle of splendid vig
or in your eye, so looks, or so
should look the man and the wom
an who is getting into the fall of
the year of life.
Let’s Walk to the Glowing Forest.
Vigorous, friendly sane, kindly,
the hot hates of the youth qf sum
mer passedr, the wild wishes of
the winds of spring forgotten, or
only remembered with a smile.
Hurrah, good Autumn! Hail,
friendly, cheery, lusty Fall! Here's
my hand; take it, it is yours.
Come, let us walk the red and
brown and yellow road into the
glowing forest that is your home,
together with light hearts and good
cheer to spare for all we meet upon
the high road of the journey we
love to call life.
Come, good Fall, I'll cut me a
stout staff, wind a wreath of brotvti
and yellow leaves about my head
and set forth, singing at the top of
my voice.
Good-bye, Summer: good-bye,
good-bye and perhaps some on*
fallen into sad thoughts at the sight
of the waning year, and at the
thought of the youth which flits
away through the trees like Horne
vision will take h* art ami sing, too.
all along the way.
THE HOME PAPER
Garrett P. Servissi
Writes on
Is Crime a Curable
Disease?
The Great Experiment That
Governor Hunt Is Trying
With Human Nature -
Out in Arizona.
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
THE late Professor Lombroso •
taught that crime has its
earmaiks. like genius. The
criminal is an imperfect man, ac
cording to Lombroso. He carries
the mark of Cain upon him, fixed
from his youth. He is a crooked
stick, which can only be straight
ened by breaking. It is not the
fault of his xvill, but the decree of
pitiless nature that makes him
what he is. With his misformed
cranium he Chn not go straight.
The man of genius, on the other
band, is also, according to the same
authority, an abnormal product. He
is a genius because he can not
help being one; he was born so.
Fexv would probably dispute con
clusions of the great Italian scien
tist as far as they apply to genius.
You Can’t Smother Genius.
We recognize that no school can
make a Napoleon or a Shakespeare,
and that no adverse circumstances
can keep such men from manifest
ing their poxver. There are few of
us xx’ho know life and history that
believe in “mute inglorious Mil
tons, “■ or “Cromwell’s guiltless of
their country’s blood," sleeping un
der unmarked stones in country
g: aveyards.
But there are many who are be
ginning to believe that the mark, of
Cain is not ineradicable, and con
spicuous among these new proph
ets is Governor George \V. P. Hunt,
of Arizona, who writes a remark
able article in HEARST'S MAGA
ZINE on the novel Western ideas
of criminology which he is using
all the influence of his official posi
tion to push ahead.
Governor Hunt believes that the
worst criminals can be reformed,
and lie is putting his theory into
practice in away which warms the
heart of the reader. His success
has been astonishing, as you may
read in his article.
Tile secret of this success is com
prised in one xvord—HONOß. It is
not the sort of honor that Falstaff
ridiculed on Shrexvsbury battle
field; not the “bubble reputation”
that the soldier seeks even in the
cannon’s mouth; but the inward
sense of honest manhood that is
never entirely extinguished in any
human breast.
Governor Hunt's way is to ap
peal to this slumbering sense of
honor, and awake and strengthen
it. Neither turns condemned crim
inals loose in his state nor overloads
them with sentimental kindness in
their cells. He does not have flow
ers sent to them by hysterical wom
en, to awake in their minds the
idea that they are suffering mar
tyrs for whom tender hearts are
breaking. .
The Intermediary
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
? Copyright 1912, by American-Journal-Examiner.
IXX7 f roln the prison of its body free.
VV My soul shall soar, before it goes to Thee,
Thou great Creator, give it power to know
The language of all sad. dumb things below.
And let me dwell a season still on earth
Before I rise to some diviner birth:
Invisible to men. yet seen and heard.
And understood by sorrowing beast and bird—
Invisible to men. yet always near.
To whisper counsel in the human ear;
And with a spell to stay the hunter’s hand.
And stir his heart to know and understand;
To plant within the dull or thoughtless mind
The great religious impulse to be kind.
Before T prune my spirit wings and rise
To seek my loved ones in their paradise.
Yea! even before I haste now to see
'I hat lost child's face, so like a dream to me,
1 would be given this intermediate role.
And carry comfort to each, poor, dumb soul;
J And bridge man's gulf of cruelty and sin
By understanding of his lower kin.
I wixt weary driver and the straining steed
On wings of mercy would my spirit speed.
And each should know, before his journey’s end.
I hat in the other dwelt a loving friend.
From zoo and jungle, and from cage and stall.
■ I would translate each inarticulate call.
Each pleading look, each frenzied act ami cry,
And tell the story to each passerby;
< Ami of a spirit's privilege possessed.
Pursue indifference to its couch of rest.
\nd whisper in its ear until in awe
Il woke and knew God's all embracing law
Os I’niversal Life—the One in All.
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Lord, let this mission t > m> lot befall.
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No, he sends them—thieves, bur
glars, murderers—on missions of
trust, letting them go by rail, or
on horseback, hundreds of nii;.. s
with money for expenses in their
pockets, and nobody to watch
them, and no restraint put upon
them except that of an honorable
man’s promise to do his duty anri
come back to resume the place in
which the authority of the law has
put him!
This looks like a bold program—
and so. it is. J t ]ooks revolutions
—and so it is. Rut IT SUCCEEDS
If you doubt, read the stories that
Governor Hunt tells, and be con
vinced. Not once has the worst
criminal trusted by the
betrayed him. When he meets
prisoners he treats them as men:
he lets them see that. In his opi n i
ion, they are not bad all through
that they are still men, with the
instincts of true manhood in them
He shows them, not by words,
hut by deeds, that there is yet an
honorable place for them ff th
xvill but take it. He lets them serxe
out their sentences, as a duty
they owe to society, but he en
courages them to a better aft. r
life by developing their higher na
ture, while they are still under con
demnation for their former crim- s.
Read, I say again, read what he
says about the effect upon thes.-
men.
The experiment Is new, and there
are not many such governors It
may be a long time yet before this
method of treating criminals be
comes common, but It seems worth
trying elsewhere than in Arizona.
It may n9t succeed in all cases, but
if it succeeds in a few ’it Is worth
while. At any rate, Governor Hunt
is justified by accomplished facts
in believing that he has discov
ered a cure for crime. He is no
pessimist. He knows that a crooked
stick may be made straight with
out breaking.
How He Makes Them Over.
The cane-maker knows that se
cret also. He takes a stick that
nature and circumstances hive
formed crooked, and softens it with
steam, puts Jt under pressure,
makes its fibers He straight, as
they would have grown in the first
place if they had had the oppor
tunity, and finally turns out a gobi
tipped staff on which age can h an
with confidence for support. Gov
ernor Hunt straightens his caiies
with the warm pressure of common
democratic brotherhood.
And, aftel all. there is nothing
nexv in the method. It was prac
ticed in Palestine 2,000 years a:-'.
The Founder of Christianity was
• - no pessimist, either.