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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.
The people of Atlanta will nominate a mayor today. Presum
ably, that nomination will he ratified legally in due course.
Into the campaign that is being finished today have been inject
ed many “issues” so-called—some of them important, many of them
cheap and of no ultimate consequence whatever.
No matter who wins today’s victory, however, and no matter
how soon—or how happily—some of the so-called “issues” of the
campaign may perish and go their way to oblivion and forgetful
ness, there are some live, pulsating, vital and highly important
things that Atlanta's next mayor SHALL NOT FORGET.
There are some things he must keep well, and healthily, in mind,
as his administration shapes itself and undertakes to put into effect
a program.
ATLANTA’S STREETS MUST BE SUCH STREETS AS AT
LANTA IS ENTITLED TO. They must he good streets, serviceable
and lasting—and they must be kept that way. Makeshifts and
botch work have had their all too sufficient dav in this citv
ATLANTA’S SEWERS MUST BE SUCH SEWERS - AS AT
LANTA IS ENTITLED TO. They must he ample, sound, and built
for more than a season or a passing satisfaction. Sewers laid Io
accommodate one thousand people must not he required to serve
two thousand. The health, the rational sanitary balance, of this eitv
must be preserved.
ATLANTA’S PUBLIC SCHOOL BUILDINGS MUST BE
SUCH PUBLIC SCHOOL BUILDINGS AS ATLANTA IS EN
TITLED TO. There must be erected no more cheap buildings. The
education of the children of Atlanta is a continuing process—it goes
on today, and it looks forward to tomorrow.
Hern are THREE things, Mr. Mayor-To-Be, regardless of your
personality, which is relatively unimportant, per se, anyway, that
you will NOT be permitted to forget, once yon are sworn in and be
gin your duty as mayor.
Frenzied utterances in the finish of a municipal fight may be
wilder and cause confusion as to the genuine issues Atlanta is to
face in the future, or faces in the present, but neither the bewilder
ment nor the confusion shall continue long.
After the smoke of the battle has died away, and. after the false
“issues” of the campaign have gone to oblivion, these three
things—and other things yet to be discussed—will be insisted upon
by The Atlanta Georgian.
Mayors come and mayors go, hut Atlanta goes on forever!
Don’t Buy From Book Agents
Every man who can afford it should buy, own and read good
books.
Many more could and would own good hooks if the sale of
books was properly managed.
The difficulty is with the vicious, extravagant, often dishonest
system of bookselling through •'book agents.”
Against these agents, as individuals, there is nothing that need
be said.
The trouble is with those that handle the book agents, that
give to the book agents suggestions for misrepresentation, and
swindle the public through the extortionate charges that the book
agents make inevitable.
This newspaper, and others associated with it. hopes, before
very long, to make the book agent as extinct as the dodo, and also
as extinct as the peddler that used to sell nutmegs made of wood.
An ordinary, good book sold for a dollar costs to make ABOUT
EIGHTEEN CENTS.
When that book which costs a dollar is put in the hands of the
hook agent, that agent or his employer must add to the actual cost
and value of the book THE SALARY, THE TIME THE FOOD
AND CLOTHING OF THE BOOK AGENT.
When you want to buy a hook. s'ol W ANT A BOOK
You are spending your money for the book, for the knowledge
or entertainment that it contains. You do not want to spend \oitr
money for the time of the book agent, or to buy his conversation
however rare and entertaining.
For today, these suggestions are offered :
Spend your money on books—NOTON BOOK AGENTS
Every book that you buy from an agent is sold to you for at
least twice—and usually four times—as much as ought to Ist
charged.
Every book that is sold to you by a hook agent is sold for at
least TEN TIMES AS MUCH AS IT COSTS TO M ANTE \UTURE
THAT BOOK.
5 on can make up your mind for yourself whether or not you
want to buy a book.
Why pay a dollar to a book agent to waste your time and his
time persuading you that you want the book?
The fact that a book agent calls upon you indicates that he or
his employer considers vou RATHER A WEAK-MINDED INDI
VTDUAL.
The book agents are sent to those that arc supposed to ho “of
the mental lower class.”
Read for yourself the reviews of books. Go to the man who
manages the library in your city, or town, and if you want informa
tion about hooks get it from him.
Don t get it from a book agent who is paid to sell you some
particular—and, usually, worthless production.
Make up your mind what books vou want, get them \S FAST
AS YpU CAN PAY FOR THEM, and no faster.
Get books as last as you can read them, and no faster.
the tact that a mail offers you a book on tin* installment plan,
and that you can pay for it little by little, is no argument in favor of
buying.
Only an idiot agrees to spend money in the future sintplv be
cause he hasn’t got to pay right away.
When a bool < is ofti-red to you lor so much down, and so much
per month, remember that the price vou are expected to pas al first
IS BIG ENOUGH To GUARANTEE THE SELLER \g\|\s‘t
LOSS. IN ( ASE Yot HID NOT M AKE THE OTHER PAYMENTS.
Ihe book agent sells usually an inferior product, and onh an
interior product offers a large margin of profit, made neeessarv.
when a man must spend his whole day traveling from house to house'
with a book under his arm.
I lie lug Stores tile big liHinul .let Ul’cis of books, that sell direct
ly tor cash are those from whom you should buy
V l-ook agent who calls upon you considers you rather weak
mimiefi but may fe< I every sympathy lor him. hut if you are wise,
v. ill adv isc him to get into some better business ami not to
tune and your lune. \N|> TRY TO GET FROM YOU
Fl\ I, I IMEs THE \ \l,l I op W HAT HE HAS FOR SALE
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rid of them. The law is ample; let it be enforced.
The Changing Seasons
By WINIFR ED BLACK.
f fONK. HONK.” they are ■
J ’ Hying South, the wild
birds, bast evening, deep
in the purple mystery of the gath
ering dusk, 1 heard them. "Honk,
Imnk." they cried, far. far above the
circling hills; "honk, honk," flying
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 Hying 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 arc the delicate wild flow
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
ago.
Good-bye, Summer, good-bye,
good-bye. The jeweled humming
bird that has fluttered to and fro
in the hop vines, threads his shim
meting needle lets often now. 1
wonder if all his tailoring is done.
The Birds Have Flown.
Th<» birds have all gone, they
went a week ago except such as
sta> by choice around the houses
where people live, and last night
th.-rc was a party of falling stars.
Wh-i-i-i-z. the first one flew
across the purple of the autumn
sky like a silver pendant falling
from the robe of some great Court
Beauty decked for pleasant dal
liance \\ h-i-i-z. another followed,
wh-o-o-o, there goes the third, why
it's a regular firework: of a night,
and lite milky way how soft ami
fait and white it gleams, a broad
pathway across the heaven;, lead
ing where” I a nude
The Little Girl had never hap
pened to remember a feast of tail
ing stars before.
"Oil," she cried Joyously. -011! it
is i message, >oim <>ne is sending
us u signal. Yes, yes, we sir. we
see. bui oh. we do not understand,"
and the Little Girl spread In slen
del uiins wide and held them open
to th< glut x of th< night, and the
niystt y of it
' tit, " i-ut • iglied it w« oii'x
knew txh.it (hex a>< In mg to tell
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1912.
"J* us, if w e only knew.” And her soft •
eyes grew large and luminous, and
she was silent for a long time.
I told her the best I could about
the stars and their ways and about
the great shining planets that roll
on and on in space, and do not
even know that we are 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 arc so little
and they are all so big, no wonder T
get lonesome sometimes and don't
know what Tam lonesome for."
Where the Wild Cat Purred.
Good-bye. Summer; good-bye.
good-bye. The asters are purple
on the ridge back of the 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
purring in the moonlight like some
giant tabby.
The Goldenrod shakes out his
yellow pennants to flaunt in every
vagrant breeze, the milk weed pods
are full and the stiff leaves of the
Spanish Bayonet are sharp as the
ingratit 1c fcf the one wo love and
trusted.
The thistles shake their crow nod
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
• pring.
Puff, puff, the air is white with
the wool of the cotton wood. Good
bye. Summer; good-bye, good-bye.
flow stiff and prim th< dahlias
stand; look at that red one there
with the double ruffli around her
old maid's cap. Why, she wouldn't
speak to you without an introduc
tion for all the xvorld, ami all the
watering pots in it.
Hoxx shy and delicate the cosmos
Oeside het. blue, pink, white, faint
yellow, butterflies changed to flow -
<r». the last offering of summer.
Gond-hys, sweet Kummer, good
bye good-bye. I have learned much
during the drowsy days, much that
ought tn mak< the wm id a brighter
plot so Gm • wlm flu,| (heit mq
l
•• plness 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 yelloxv 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 the real home in the city!
What's that he carries on his
back? A sheaf of books? To be
sure, 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.
Coming 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 tn 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 y outh of sum
mer pas.-edr. 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.
t'onie. let us walk the red and
brown ami yellow road into the
(lowing forest that Is your home,
together with light hearts and good
cheer to spare for all we meet upon
the high mad of the journey we
love to call life.
Come, good Fall, I'll xut me a
stout staff, w ind a wieath of brown
and yellow leaves about my head
ami set forth, singing at the top of
my voice.
Good-bye. Kummer; good-bye,
good-bye and perhaps some one
fallen Into -ad thoughts at the sight
of the waning year, and at the
thought of the youth which flits
nxxav through tin trees like some
x islmi will take heart ami sing, too,
alt a long t lie xx a x
THE HOME PA
Garrett P. Serviss
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
earmarks, 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 wilt, but the decree of
pitiless nature that makes him
what he is. With his misformed
cranium he can not go straight.
Tile man of genius, on the other
hand, 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.
Few 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 power. There are few of
us who 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
graveyards.
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 W. 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
nil the influence of his official posi
tion to push ahead.
Governor Hunt believes that the
worst criminals can be reformed,
and he 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.
The secret of this success is com
prised in one word—HONOR. Tt is
not the sort of honor that Falstaff
ridiculed on Shrewsbury 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 I
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
Copyright 1912, by Amrrlcan-Joumal-Exa,miner.
WHEN from the prison of its body free.
My soul shall soar, before it goes to Thee,
I hou 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:
Io plant within the dull or thoughtless mind
The great religious impulse to bo kind. |
Before I prune my spirit wings and rise f
I o 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. ■
I would be given this intermediate role, I
And carry comfort to each poor, dumb soul; ■
And bridge man’s gulf of cruelty and sin I
By understanding of his lower kin. I
fwixt weary driver and the straining steed ■
On wings of mercy would in\ spirit speed. I
And each should know, before his journey's end ■
I hat in the other dwelt a loving friend. H
From zoo and jungle, and from cage and stall. B
I would translate each inarticulate call. B
Each pleading look, each frenzied act and er; B
And tell the story to each passerby; H
Ami of a spirit's privilege possessed. H
Pursue indifference to its couch of rest. H
\ml whisper in its ear until in awe
It woke ami knew God*' all embracing la"
Os 1 niversal Lite- the One in All
Lord. Id this mission to ms lot befall.
Ms •' ii
■ No, he sends them—thieve, h ur
glars, murderere-on mission
trust, letting them go b' rail or
on horseback, hundreds of m , '
with money for expenses tn tie
pockets, and nobody to watd
them, and no restraint pu t Upon
them except that of an honorw,
man's promise to do his duty anil
come back to resume the place j n
which the authority of the law ha ,
put him!
This looks like a bold program
and so it is. it i ooks revo | utjl , ra .. v
- and so it is. Rut IT SUCCEEDS
If you doubt, read the Tories that
Governor Hunt tells, and be con
vinced. Not once has the worst
criminal trusted by the gpverno
betrayed him. When he meet,
prisoners he treats them a., men
he lets them see that, 1n his op! n i
ton, they are not bad all through
that they are still men, with th.
Instincts of true manhood 1n them
He shows them, not bv word,
but by deeds, that there 1s v et an
honorable place for them ts thev
will but take'lt. He lets them sen .
out their sentences, as a duty which
they owe to society, but he en
courages them to a. better after
life by developing their higher na
ture, while they are still undercon
demnation for their former crime,
Read, I say again, read what h.
says about the effect upon these
men.
The experiment Is new. and then,
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 Arfaona
It may not succeed in ail cases, bnt
if it succeeds in a few it Is worth
while. At any rate, Governor Runt
Is justified by accomplished fact.,
in believing that he has discov
ered a cure for crime. He fa ne
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 taJces a stick that
nature and circumstances have
formed crooked, and softens It with
steam, puts it under pressure,
makes Its fibers He straight, a,
they would have grown in the first
place if they had had the oppor
tunity, and finally turns out a goM ■
tipped staff on which age can lean
with confidence for support. Gov
ernor Hunt straightens Ms cane,
with the warm pressure of common
democratic brotherhood.
And, after all, there Is nothing
new in the method. It was prac
ticed In Palestine 2,000 years ago.
The Founder of Christianity wa«
i no pessimist, either.