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■ Three Out of Nine Presi
dents Assassinated—A
Dreadful Record
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But Shocking as It is, It Need Not Utterly Discourage Those
Who Believe in the Constant Betterment of Humanity. Con
ditions Have Been Much Worse.
The nine last men elected president of the United Slates have
been Taft. Roosevelt, McKinley, Cleveland. Harrison. Hayes, Car
field. Grant and Lincoln.
Os these nine men elected president of the United States,
three were assassinated—Lincoln, Garfield and McKinley. And
now Colonel Roosevelt, a candidate for the presidency, twice pres
ident of the United States, is struck by lhe bullet of a maniac.
Nothing could be more shocking, vile, despicable than these at
tacks by vicious or demented individuals upon men engaged in
the world’s important work.
The latest outrage has filled the country with horror and in
dignation, with the deepest sympathy for Colonel Roosevelt, and
very great admiration for his courage and fortitude.
Rad as conditions are, however, there is comfort in the fact
that the horrors of “civilization ” are not as bad as they have
been in years past.
The murder of kings and other rulers is so commonly chroni
cled in the pages of history as to attract little attention.
Even among the popes, revered for their sacred office, vio
lent deaths were frequent.
For centuries among those that ruled men a violent death
seemed almost “a natural death.”
Conditions are better and they will grow steadily better.
More education and better conditions of life diminish vio
lence in its worst form, which is assassination, based on envy or
blind hatred.
The wisdom of nature has given to primitive man as his
strongest instinct, the instinct of self-preservation.
That instinct driving him to protect his own life causes him
to fear punishment, and through fear the vicious are prevented
doing harm to useful men in this world.
As life is made more worth while, the fear of losing life be
comes greater and assassination and other violent crimes become
less frequent.
Among savages and among desperate, half starved and de
graded Asiatics, murder is common and the instinct of self-pres
ervation is weak.
Among civilized people violent crimes become less and less
frequent.
Increasing education and increasing comfort diminish vio
lence and all crime.
It is stated, but without proof, that too much education of
the ignorant and lack of sufficient religious training is the cause
of murderous attacks upon public men.
Education diminishes crime; never increases it.
And there is no ground for the suggestion that lack of re
ligious education in the school has diminished respect for human
life.
It was a religious preacher, not atheist, who assassinated
Henn’ the Fourth.
It was a man educated exclusively in a religious school that
assassinated McKinley.
And the man who now attempted to murder Colonel Roose
velt includes in the writing of his wild imaginings the religious
utterance:
“A strong tower is our God.”
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Ignorant minds, half-starved minds and unbalanced minds
lead to violence and assassination.
Education, prosperity and widespread justice are safeguards
of the individual as well as of the nation.
In spite of discouraging exceptions, life is safer than it ever
has been, violence is constantly diminishing because every day
the people are better educated and better fed.
A dreadful crime such as that attempted in the ease of Colo
nel Roosevelt is best dealt with by prompt punishment of the
criminal, if sane, by universal execration of the crime. Valuable
men have been lost by the nation by crimes of vicious and in
sane men. Rut such crimes are not an actual menace to the na
tion itself, or really threatening to this republic. This country
needs to fear, fundamentally, intelligent, able, powerful and
conscienceless citizens, not any deed of the insane or anarchist
criminal.
The great fact that interests the whole country was admira
bly made and heroically made by Roosevelt, as he said to the
crowd, speaking for more than an hour with a bullet hole in his
breast:
”1 am not worried about my own injury. There are more
important things to talk about and deal with satisfactorily.”
As long as men of such courage and such fortitude as Roose-
possesses are present in this country to deal with the LM
PORT ANT things, no criminal, no viciously seditious mind can
jeopardize the nation’s welfare.
The Atlanta Georgian
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::: What a Home Should Be :::
Dear Winifred Black:
Do you think a girl of eighteen
should be absolutely without a boy
or girl friend? Especially a girl
friend?
My parents think I should not
have a chum, nor go anywhere with
any one except my mother. I
don’t care about boy friends, but I
am very lonesome for a girl chum.
1 see other girls having so much
fun. while I have been made to
give up all my friends. What is
your opinion?
A LONESOME GIRL.
A T THY. you poor little lonesome
\/\/ thing, some one ought to
take that mother of yours
and give her a good, hard scold
ing.
Eighteen years old and not a
friend in the world! What are
those parents of yours thinking of,
anyhow’? Themselves no doubt,
their owp mean, miserly, selfish,
self-centered selves.
Old As Her Youngest.
1 asked a woman I know how
she kept so young the other day
and she said: "I’m always just as
old as my youngest child. Just now
I’m four. I’ve been reading ‘Puss
in Boots' this afternoon and to
morrow I shall be dreadfully ex
cited over ‘Jack the Giant Killer.’ ”
Just the age of her youngest
child, that's the idea. Why. that
foolish mother of yours ought to
be just eighteen right now; eight
een with her soft hair on top of
her head! just eighteen, her eyes
dancing with the joy of living;
just eighteen, with a heart full of
dreams; just eighteen, with half of
the great books in the world wait
ing to be read, all the flowers wait
ing to bo pulled, all the moonlight
of all the ages shining just for her
and the rest of the eighteen-year
olds.
Eighteen!—blessed age. Why in
the world doesn't that foolish moth
er of yours throw off the burden
of her years and be just eighteen
with you? Poor thing, she isn't half
alive, like an oyster at low tide,
herself, and trying to make you do
the same thing. Why, what for?
Now, if I were that mother of
yours. I'd have a house full of
friends for you, girl friends and boy
friends, and I'd make my house so
pleasant for them that my foolish
little parlor would be like a regular
club house.
And I'd have a porch full of
comfy chairs, and a vine or so
creeping up between me and the
moonlight, and I'd have a pitcher
of lemonade handy, and, above all,
I'd have a welcome like that In the
old song. "A welcome in the parlor
to make you feel at home." And
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1912
Bv WINIFRED BLACK.
I’d keep you and your friends at
home with me for company and
! then you wouldn’t want to get
I away to the streets and to the mov
ing pictures and to other excuses
for what your ought to g;et at home.
Home! Why, that's, what home
ought to mean for a girl of your
age—the place to have a good time
with your friends. What is that
mother of yours so busy about that
she doesn’t want to take time to
help you be happy?
Eighteen! Just a few years
now and she’ll have to stand by
and see the light fade from those
bright eyes of yours. Just a few
years and you’ll be too busy and too
A Parody
By PERCY SHAW.
(A process has been discovered for
making milk from vegetables, and is
now being demonstrated at Erank
fort-on- the-Main.—NEWS ITEM.)
AS children how we used to list
To “Bingen on the Rhine;”
While in our eyes through
growing mist
Unbidden tears would shine.
Science has changed all that and now
A new place haunts our brain
Where they make milk without a cow
At F'rankfort-on-the-Main.
No more the farmer’s boy will cry:
"Co, Boss,” across the rail.
Nor humming sunset lullaby
Beat tunes upon his pail.
For with a pen perverse and chill
Science has written plain:
”1 manufacture cream at will
At Frankfort-on-the-Ma in.”
No more will milkmaids cutely
dressed
Trip past with placid brows:
No more will wedding suits be
pressed
While driving home the cow; ;
For Science takes a cabbage and
A turnip and romaine
And gives you milk as per demand
At Frankfort-on-the-Main.
Romance, farewell, yet let us waste
No pity on the cow;
She will no cud of sorrow taste;
She will be happy now;
Henceforth she’ll make one stomach
do
And. blinking on the plain.
Give thanks with an ecstatic "moo”
To Frankfort-on-the-Main.
• tired and perhaps too anxious to
want to make new friends.
What does she live for, this
mother of yours? Work?
I’ve seen women like that, so busy
making new tablecloths and em
broidering new doilies that no
body ever gets a chance to use, so
busy putting up preserves and
making jams, and bottling pickles
that they cease to be women at all,
but just pickle vats with about as
much humanity as a ginger jar, and
a Chinese one at that.
I know a woman who’s always
cleaning’ hou-e, She's cleaning
house when it rains, and she cleans
house when the sun shines, and
she cleans house when the fall
winds howl, and she cleans house
when the spring calls to her to
come out and forget that she has a
house. And when she is dead and
in her narrow grave the only thing
any one on earth will be able to
say about her is ‘‘She was a good
house cleaner." And her boys hate
the house that is so clean and her
girls are sullen and tired and bored
to death.
Across the street lives a woman
who cleans house just when she
positively has to and not till then,
and she gives- her heart and her soul
and her brains to her boys and girls
and lets the old house and the rugs
and the pictures be lonesome for all
of her.
And her children are known all
over the neighborhood as the great
est home lovers. She’s a mother;
she isn’t a housekeeper.
•Maybe it's your father who won't
let you have a friend. Oh, yes!
There are such men right now in
this year of grace. I know one of
them myself, just one, and he's
enough, thank you.
Wants the House Quiet.
He's a rich man. and he pro
vides his family with a fine house
and lots of fine clothes, but he
doesn't let them have their own
souls for company a. single hour of
the day or night.
He's tired and he wants the house
quiet. He has business friends to
dine and every one must be on
the alert to please them. He doesn't
like this one, and he can't bear the
other, and when he goes away on
buslne is the wife, who is afraid of
him, and the girls, who hate him.
throw their hats in the air and
almost weep for joy. Fine father
he is. isn’t he?
I'd rather live In a four-room cot
tage with love and peace of mind as
guests than to stay in a house t'lat
calls itself a home and has In it no
room for the friends of those who
live there,
THE HOME PAPER
Dorothy Di x
Writes on
Protecting
a Wife /Tift
Every Man Who
Loves His Wife,
and Who Has a
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guard Her Future
as Well as He
Can.
EVERY man who loves his wife,
and who has a proper sense
of a man’s responsibility to
ward a woman he has married and
who has given the best years of
her life to him, tries to safeguard
her future as well as he can.
He looks forward to a time when
he may not be with her to work for
her and provide for her, and so he
settles upon her the home if he
can, or puts some good bonds and
stocks in her name, or he makes
heroic efforts a fid sacrifices to car
ry some insurance so that she may
not be penniless when he is dead.
If the average husband should
tell the dark thought that haunts
him the most with its terror it
would be the fear of his wife being
old and poor, in want, perhaps, of
even the common necessities of life,
and it is this specter of dread that
nerves him to redoubled effort in
his business, and that prompts him
to deny himself a thousand little
pleasures and luxuries that he
would enjoy.
This being true, it is amazing
that men bring all their efforts to
protect their wives to naught by
never teaching the women how to
take care of the money they have
made so many sacrifices to leave
them. Yet, the knowledge of how
to take care of money is just as
necessary as the possession of
money. Without the one you can
not have the other long.
An Easy Mark.
Every man knows that the cham
pion easy mark of the world is a
widow with her insurance money,
and that it is such a simple process
to swindle her that no dishonest
man can resist the temptation to
do it. There is not one of us who
can not name off-hand, without
even stopping to think, a dozen pit
iful. helpless, poverty-stricken
widows that we know and are
called on to help from time to time,
who were left comfortable fortunes
by their husbands, but who have
been cheated out of their money, or
■let it slip through their fingers be
cause they were as ignorant of all
business uses as a child.
They didn't know which was the
business end of a check. They
didn’t know the difference between
a gilt-edge bond and Wild Cat Pre
ferred. They didn't think that such
a casual thing as signing your
name on a piece of paper that you
hadn’t read could really amount to
anything, one way or the other.
They were sure that Deacon Smith
was perfectly honest because he
prayed such beautiful prayers, and
that Cousin Thomas would pay
them back their money because
wasn’t he their own dear aunt’s
son ?
I know one woman who today Is
keeping a miserable railroad eat
ing house whose husband left her
$200,000 that she got rid of within
two years by the simple expedient
of signing an innocent-looking pa
per that a man told her was an op
tion on a lot. She didn’t read it.
She probably wouldn’t have under
stood it if she had, but when the
man was arrested for running a
fraudulent real estate agency she
found out that she was his partner
and responsible for his debts. She
truthfully denied that she knew of
having such connection with him,
or was responsible for his deeds,
but the law took a very different
THY DIX
By DOR.O
■ view of the matter, and she found
herself swept bare of every penny.
Each one of you can match this
story with another in your own
knowledge, and this is what makes
it so incomprehensible that the man
who is trying to protect his wife
doesn’t also try to protect her from
her own ignorance about money.
How Can She?
Os course, men shrug their shou!«
ders and say that women don’t un
derstand business. As a general
thing, that Is true, but how should
a woman understand anything that
she is never taught? Neither do
men understand how to crochet and
do battenburg stitch embroidery,
but that is no indication that they,
haven’t intelligence enough to learn
how to do crocheting and embroid
ery if they had the proper instruc
tion in them, and had the impor
tance of learning how to do fancy
work impressed on their minds.
That there is nothing so myste
rious or occult about ordinary finan
cial affairs that a woman cant
learn them is abundantly proved
by the fact that there are hundreds
of thousands of clever and success
ful business women in the country,
and that many of the most valued
employees in every commercial con
cern are women. Moreover, in the
management of their own affairs
women are quite as successful as
men. The average woman can get
twice as much out of a dollar as a
man can when it comes to shopping
and housekeeping.
There is no earthly excuse that a
man can give for not trying to fit
his wife to handle whatever money
he leaves her when he dies, yet
practicaly no man does it. If you.
Mr. Man, who read these lints,
should die tomorrow, what would
your wife know about your affairs'
How competent would she be to
wind up your business or to carry
it on? How much would she know
about the best way to invest h r
insurance money?
Wouldn’t she have to absolutely
depend upon your partners, and
some lawyer, and trust to their
honesty and disinterestedness?
Wouldn’t she be just as liable to go
into a rotten speculation as to make
a good investment with her money?
Does she even know the differ- '-.'f
between living- on one’s income .mJ
spending one's capital? Wouldn't
she think that she was as rich as
Mr. Rockefeller and could afford a
trip to Europe or an automobile I'
your estate amounted, when settl-'d
up. to $30,000, instead of realizing
that she must be very eeonom 1
because she had only an income
$1,200 or $1,500 a year, and th ’’
was no one to bring in any nmre
money?
Little Short of a Crime.
If you died, the happiness ’i 1 ’
woman you love and that von know
to be so helpless, the very food ;in '
shelter of your little <-h 11-Iren
would depend on your wife l,no«-
ing how to manage money ar. i tane
care of what you left her
do not take the trouble l<> try
prepare her for such a rnntmp
It's little short of a crime t
this defenseless creature out to ;
tender mercy of the financial 1
Don’t do it. Begin today 1
teach your wife something
your affairs, and about inv>
Try to take out some
against her ignorance along vs uh
your other insurance