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r EDITORIAL PAGE THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday ; B> THE GEORGIAN COMPANY At 20 East Alabama St., Atlanta, Ga. Entered as second-class matter at pnstoff.ee at Atlanta, under act of March 3. 1879. Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier. 10 cents a week By mail, $a 00 a year. • Fayable In advance. To the Next Mayor » v r No Matter Who Is Chosen, There Are Some Vital Issues He Must Not and Shall Not FORGET. I I 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. | DROP IT! || By HAL COFFMAN. i. < \ ' o\\ T" X. $ s'.-wnW' \ \ JE A '/Jr > WBBK . A’aVihHbbL \ ’Il ■. 'L'- f ..g.zZz-.W' nhiip s > a? - l I - s> f. j; «il-,’ ti s V /TIIMKiMBMHjIKk JW’WWftVi' Hl Uim'ii 'Cyl' \\w JlibT i • .AC'® -A—? : Ail pistol “toters” should he given the limit of the law. That's the best and only way to get < rid of them. The law is ample; let it be enforced. s! 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- ■ 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. • • • « • Lord, let this mission t > m> lot befall. I.- dw ' ’• . ’s®> I Lx'?®*£ 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.