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EDITORIAL PAGE . GOVERNOR BROWN EXPRESSES APPRECIATION OF GEORGIAN EDITORIAL Editor of The Atlanta Georgian, Atlanta, Ga. Dear Sir:- It is not my custom to criticise or otherwise com ment upon editorials in the press, but yours in The Georgian on the subject “Martial Law in Georgia," has so commanded my approval and has struck me as being so timely in its fitness that I can not re frain from writing to express to you as an official and as a citizen my high appreciation and commendation of it. You are indeed quite correct in your statements to the effect that “martial law’’ and the use of the military must be made the last resort of the authority of the State of Georgia. In truth Ido not be lieve that there will be scarcely an occasion calling for the active use of the military as much as once a year if the judges, sheriffs and mayors in their respective localities will courageously and firmly exercise the authority which the laws place in their hands. THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday By THE GEORGIAN COMPANY At 20 East Alabama St., Atlanta, Ga. Entered as second-class matter at postofticc at Atlanta, under act of March 3. 1879. Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mail, $5 00 a year Payable In advance. The Book Agents Deserve Sympathy—Theirs Is an I ngratefnl Business r r r They Arc as a Rule More Honest Than Their Employers—They Should Find Other and Better Occupations. Do not buy hooks of hook agents. Buy books for what they are worth, not with the salary of a book agent added. When a man tells you that a special edition is sold for sl9 because a page was accidentally printed upside down. HE IS FOLLOWING HIS EMPLOYER’S INSTR LOTIONS TO CHEAT THE PUBLIC. The book supposed to be cheap at sl9 did not cost $3 to make. Yon pay sl9 or more for what you might buy for $3 or $4 or $5- —because you are paying for the TIME of the book agent who thinks he makes you want the book, and you are paying for the EXPENSIVE INSTALMENT plan system of book buying. There was a time when lhe people were more ignorant than they 1 are now. when many could hardly read, when big. fat books with fancy covers were bought “to look respectable on the table.” In those days the hook agent used to point out the pictures, tell preposterous yarns about the value of the books, and by misrepresenting the cost of the hooks, and urging the easy payment system, books were sold at a tremendous profit often books of inferior kinds, and the buying of good books was discouraged. The book agents, as a class—men and women, arc worth' of sympathy, hard working and honest. Unfortunately, they are employed and sent out too often by dishonest concerns, that send them daily instructions as to swindling and deceiving the public. They arc compelled by the nature of their business to annoy the public. They are hound to make the hook pay for its cost, for the publisher's profit, for the loss when the instalments are not paid b) the others, and also for their own time. If you buy a book in a book store, you get what yon want at a fair price. When yon buy a book of a book agent, yon pay for his time —which does you no good—yon pay for the bad debts of others that do not meet their instalments. When you want to buy books, make up your mind WHAT you want, write or go to a first-class store, and get the goods at a fair price. The day of the book agent has gone hv . And that particular nuisance and interference with the rights of citizens should bo suppressed. Caring for Things That Nobody Owns The novelty of Mrs. Russell Sago's act in buying Marsh Island, in the Gulf of .Mexico, in order to provide a feeding and breeding ground* for birds, and to protect them from slaughtering pot hunters. is the most remarkable thing about it. In the better civil ization that is to come we shall no doubt grow familiar with the idea that the earth, the sea and the air are full of valuable things that nobody in particular can own. but that ought to be taken care of by society at large or by enlightened individuals acting in that interest. The bird life of the I'nited States has been wasted, so that to day the birds are fewer by half than twenty years ago. because the birds of the air are a precious natural asset that nobody owns. In the spirit of Mrs. Sage's wise and public-spirited deed, it is to be hoped that the rising generation will achieve a keener sense of I public property in natural things, and will take long-sighted and s cientific means of conserving such property. . _ The Atlanta Georgian 1 '——————————————————————— This. Bird Hoaxed English Scientists a 1 British scien tists are greatly exercised over the declaration that the steel bird shown in the picture is not The Sacred Peacock of the Yezidis, ” which it was supposed to be. Instead it is said the bird is a common Persian ornament worth about SSO. < Thousands of dollars are said to have been paid for it. > w . Working For the Boss & HEALTH—By THOMAS TAPPER I, HEALTH is an asset of youth, but it is not guaranteed to remain an asset. Health is also a trust fund which you have no right to neglect. It entails responsibility: To care for it. to keep it up. and to make it last unto the end of your days. Health, or its absence, is a con dition. You can not shake it off. You get up with it itr the morning, carry it around with you all day, and take it to bed with you at night. As you work at your job. you will find that unless health is your inti mate partner the days will be hard and the nights restless. Hence, you are duty bound, to tourself and to the Ross, to guard health as carefully as a savings bank guards money on deposit. You must watch over it. guard it, and. if necessary, light for it. The only fighting, however, that you will have to do will be with your “ own foolishness. Get the fact into your head as soon as you can that, while there is much pleasure in eating, the prime object of the operation Is nourish ment. Eat simple, life-giving foftds, and do not over-eat. No fireman will fill th< coal box to the top. and then keep on flush ing in more coal. The machine will not work that way. But a man. made after the image of God, as we are told, will not hesitate to fill the stomach with pancakes, and keep on pounding in more. H< goejs back to the store and feels heavy and sleepy and Inac tive: and it crosses his foolish mind that the work is getting hard er every day "It will break me THURSDAY. OCTOBER 17. 1912. ----- flB Gov. Joseph M. Brown L J LT-'ft xJ 1 L JBF ..1K i THE SACRED PEACOCK OF THE YEZIDIS. v down," he whines. “I can't stand the strain." and so on. But it isn't the strain that is troubling hipi. It is pancakes. Any one who works hard and thinks much about his,job will get tired. The human engine will run about so long and then cry for mercy. This mercy is found in sleep. No worker, man or woman, can afford, even once in a while, to rob the body of the rest it demands. Because: 1. The body gradually breaks down under strain that is not're lieved by sleep. 2. The bill may not have to bo handed in the next day. but it will certainly be presented for payment some time in the future. IT. Some authorities recommend the free drinking of water, plenty of it. between meals especially. It cleanses the system, and it is the most satisfying beverage any one can take. It never hurts the. head, the heart or the stomach. But alcohol docs. The free use of water internally i beneficial. So is its free use ex ternally. It w ill vitalize th< w hole external surface of the skin and raise your efiiciency several de grees. This is what it does beyond keeping the skin clean. An un washed skin is precisely like a dirty w indow pane. The man inside may try to look out upon the world about him through it—but every thing is hazy, misty and blurred. Then he begins to think that IT IS THE IVf’HIJI that is hazy, misty and dim. I am more reluctant to use the military power than any other which the constitution and laws place in my hands but under the con ditions which have prevailed, the executive office has had practically no recourse than to respond to the calls which the laws authorize the local authorities to make upon it. When such cal’s are made the duty of the Executive is made imperative by law. I sincerely trust that the happenings of the past few weeks will arouse the local authorities throughout the State to the realization of the fact that they have a duty which they should fearlessly perform and which if so performed will hold the control of each community’s affairs within its own bounds. This is the desideratum of a free people. With high regard, I am, Very truly yours State of Georgia. JOSEPH M. BROWN, Governor. F <" | xHE strange figure of a bird I wrought in steel, which was recently presented to the Brit ish museum, has been briefly de scribed as tile sacred peacock of the j Yezidis. Its claim to the title is disputed by Mr. Athelstan Riley. He writes that as he visited the cele brated Temple of the Devil in 1886. before its destruction in 1892, and, indeed, is probably the only living European who -has been in the building In its original condition, he took the opportunity of visiting the British museum to see the peacock: “One glance confirmed my suspi cions—tiie bird had nothing what ever to do with the Yezidis or their” temple, it is a Persian peacock of the usual type, a very familiar or . nament to all who know Persia, and the figures which decorate the tail ] are not representations of Sheikh Adi or Malik Tawus, but the ordi nary illustrations of Pirdusi’s Shah narna. the great epic of the Persian kings, as a cursory examination of any of the manuscripts—and there must he hundreds in the possession of the museum authorities —would shots. “If anybody paid ‘some tliotl sands of pounds’ for this impudent ( bird, he was grievously swindled. It is a good specimen of Persian work, going back perhaps 200 years: an expert could date it with fair accuracy. I doubt whether a deal er would give ten pounds (SSO) for it: ho would not if he were famil iar with the bazars of the East. I gather that no national funds have • been applied to this acquisition.” The cost of one headache a week can be estimated in dollars and cents as accurately as you can es timate the cost of food. This is a charge against the Boss. Half a night’s sleep, instead of the full arhount. means an inac tive mind next day in the store. So much more expense for the Boss, to carry on your account, and not agreed upon, either. And so on. Every time you al low irregularities and neglect to lower the physical efiiciency, down goes your value to the man you work for. It will pay you to say to your self every- little while: "1 must learn how to keep so well all the time that I am worth one hundred per cent to the Boss every minute T am in the store; otherwise, I am cheating hint. "If I cheat the Boss by not keep ing my health, I am acting dis honorably.” There is absolutely no use study ing the job unless you study health at the same time, just as hard and just as persistently. Health holds the job, gives it a basis to rest ott; in fact, it makes the job pos sible. Hence, going into business, even one so simple as selling lace goods, w hich are not heavy to lift, is bas ing the w'hole enterprise on the condition of health and cleanliness of the body. Health not only allows you to keep at your job today, but it .quickly puts a little more of itself in the Bank of the Future, where you will find it at some later day, ready to carry you over a hard Places THE HOME PAPER Dorothy Dix Writes on Wearing Mourning A LITTLE eignteen-year-old ■ working girl writes me a pathetic letter in regard to the etiquette of mourning attire. She says that her father died a month ago, and she scraped to gether every penny she could spare and bought a black frock for the funeral. Now the weather is be ginning to grow cool, and she wants to know if she can wear her good last winter's suit and jacket and hat if she will sew a band of black around the arm of the coat. She says her friends tell her it would be highly improper, and that she must have an entire outfit of black clothes. The Father's Wish. The poor 'little girl is greatly troubled because she doesn’t want to do anything that would seem to be wanting in respect to her fa r tiler's memory, nor does she want to lay herself open to the criticism of her friends, and yet she doesn’t see where she’s got the money’ to buy all this regalia of woe. If this little girl will take my ad vice, she won't put on one stitch of mourning, but go right along wear ing her every-day clothes. Mourn ing is in the heart, not in the black garments that we hang upon our backs, and if the dear dead can look back upon us and take account of what we do, be sure that it can add no joy to their heaven to see us swathed in crepe that makes us sick, or burdened with debt tai' new black clothes that we can not af ford. This girl had a loving, unselfish father, who tried his best to take care of her. Does she not know that he would far rather that she put the money’ that a mourning outfit cost in good food to nourish her. and keep her well and strong, than for her to go half starved in order to pay for garments publicly to proclaim her loss? And inasmuch as it can do the dead no good for us to clothe our selves in sombre garments, and as it intensifies the sorrows of the liv ing. why should we be bound by the opinion of fools in such matters? Why should we even listen to their chatter, or be affected by it? Fanatics of Grief. The heart that mourns has no need of a black uniform to adver tise its bereavement, and w hen the livery of grief is worn by those who rejoice, rather than sorrow, it be comes a sacrilege, a mockery of death itself. Y'et, we see women dressed in the deepest black whose actions belie their clothes, whose faces belong to the comic opera chorus rather than the funeral pro- I cession, and who justify the theory that the grief is the safest that breaks out the most profusely In billows of crepe, and that many a widow wears a weeping veil to hide her joy at being free again. It is one of the tragedies of death that we meet it neither writh the faith of Christians nor the common sense of philosophy. Whether we believe that the beloved ones that have passed on have gone to Ely sium or into Nirvana, we know / that they arc, at least, at peace and • at rest, and better off than they were in this hard and cruel world. Theirs is the gain, ours the loss, but instead of trying to mitigate our natural sorrow’ we seem to think that there is merit in making it as hard as possible. We are like the Eastern fanatics that keep their wounds green by turning the knife in them. We need' cheer and whatever brightness possible brought into our lives then more than at any other time, and yet we pull down the blinds of our windows and shut out the sunshine: we silence music, and we garb ourselves in black that makes every casual glance at our dress stab us anew with our sor row. • All physicians bear testimony tn the unhealthfulness of wearing mourning. Every’ nerologist will tell you that for a delicate and nervous woman, in the throes of a great grief, to smother herself in crepe is to endanger not only h life but her reason, and that many a woman owes her being a mental and physical wreck to her mourn ing. Yet so great is the power of fashion and convention that only women of the greatest independ ence of character dare to defy the edict that dyes them in black for a prescribed number of months after a death in their families. Idiotic Convention. The heaviest burden of this senseless custonr-falls, however, on the poor. The rich can at least afford to throw away all of their old clothes and buy new black ones when they suffer a bereavement. ' f The poor can not To many a poor family a death means not only’ the grief of losins one they love, but being plunged into financial ruin by the necessity they’ feel to have a display funeral, and to purchase mourning ward robes. Dresses and hats and warm coats, not new, but w ith months of good wear in them, must be cast aside, and new black ones pur chased in order to comply’ with an idiotic convention. To pay for these black clothes <• means that every legitimate ex pense must be cut down. Titer' must be less food, less fire, I'”* light; old people must be denied comforts, little children deprived of the things they need. A hard worked man or woman must work still hartjer. Young boys and girl' must be taken from school and sent out to earn a few more cents a day to help the family pay off the debts for their mourning. Is it not pitiful? Is it not gro tesque? Is it not lime that people begun to use a little sense in tbe matter, and refused to be bound by a heathenish superstition that com pels them to wear a certain kind of garment, whether they can af ford it or not. in order to pro claim to the passerby the most sa cred secret of their hearts? Away with the mourning garbl Each heart knoweth its own bitter ness and its loss, and clothes have nothing to do with the measure of its grief.