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JEDITORIAL, PAGE 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 postoffice at Atlanta, under act of March 8. 1*1». Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mall, 15.00 a year. Payable in advance. The Depth and Breadth of | Wilson’s Democracy When Governor Wilson said in Carnegie hall in New York, “I don't want to be the ruler of the people; I want to be the spokesman of the people." the great audience cheered, and then cheered and cheered again. The speaker had intended to say more. But there was no need. He stopped short. He had uttered the most, intimate word of that Democratic faith that binds him to the electorate. In Wilson the Democracy of Thomas Jefferson revives and ' breathes again. Wilson is thorough. He goes to the root of the matter. He refuses to believe that some men are horn saddled and H bridled, and others booted and spurred. L Democratic government, according to Wilson, is not an elective < despotism, tempered by a time-limit. It is the organized energy and j intelligence of the whole people. It does not abide in capitols; it j pervades society, like the nerve-system of the human body. The 1 Democracy of Wilson would make every school house a center of governmental power. < Wilson insists that this campaign is a life-and-death struggle I? i for real Democracy—-that we stand at the parting of the ways. He ) insists that Taft and Roosevelt both draw toward an undemocratic B kind of government—a government that assumes to take care of the j people, lie insists that that kind of government has always—with B the best intentions in the world—enslaved and impoverished the j people. ( Wilson understands that this age is different from the age of ' Jefferson—that the supreme question now is the question of J economic liberty, in face of the tariff and the trusts. Mr. Taft and Mr. Roosevelt seem to live under the illusion that B tariff privileges and trust monopolies can be made innocuous by be- p ing kept under the eye of wise and good rulers at Washington. Wilson insists that privileges should be utterly abolished and B that private monopolies are absolutely intolerable. Wilson says he is not striving “for free trade or anything that, G remotely resembles free trade." because it is impossible to do away ji with imposts so long as the expenses of the Federal government |< must be raised by indirect taxation. He does not object to the B protection that makes life easier in America, hut only to the tariff privileges that make life harder, fie would clean the tariff' sched- ;; ules of all the lobby larcenies and the subsidies of cunning and sloth. • Wilson is no enemy of big business -the kind that grows big be- ( cause big men are behind it. He abhors the kind of business that is ; flatulent and dropsical with fraudulent finance. lie thinks—and thinks rightly—that there are many businesses in this country that i are big because the men behind them are little—and have not seru- j pled to do pusillanimous things. Mr. Wilson said in Pittsburg that some of these small men should be forcibly secluded, so that they may have leisure and quiet to think larger thoughts. This, too. was a true word of the spokes man. The regulation of competition, for which Mr. Wilson contends, ; means that a sharp distinction should be made between two very j different kinds of competition. Il is all right that private persons should compete with each other for power to serve the public,; if is all wrong that they should compete with each other for power to tax the public. Governor Wilson is speaking a language familiar to the Ameri can people when he reminds us that the fluent and on going life of democracy depends upon the ceaseless competition of all individuals to excel in the service of the commonwealth. It is not to be inferred from this principle that vast, highly or ganized and efficient business concerns—when they arise in the natu ral course of industrial evolution—are to be broken up into warring factions. On the contrary, the true inference is that such concerns should he treated as if they were in practical effect public insti tutions. They should be recognized on such a basis that their directors and managers can find increased profit and personal promotion only in improving the services they render to the public. The system of legalized monopoly proposed by men like Mr. George W . Perkins is an offense and peril to democracy, because it would leave the gigantic industrial organizations private in their i motive and private in the method of their operation. They would I have an interest adverse to the public interest, and they would have a power that no public power could permanently withstand. This newspaper has steadily maintained that where prices cease to be regulated by competition they should be limited by law; that where business risks have been eliminated dividends should be cut to the current cost ol working capital, and that when a corporation ceases to be competitive it must cease to be private, for the onlv kind of monopoly that is tolerable in a free country is a public « monopoly. This is the logic of Wilsons democracy. It is also the prevalent purpose of the American people. In carrying this purpose into effect Wilson will act. not as the master of th.- people, but as their lucid and indissuadable spokes man ( The Atlanta Georgian rhe Suffragette Outrage in Wales ■ a 1 -- . - - .... Woi iiw—nwiini >■llllllllllll2l iija, b"‘. _ -B - * '" At , ' Here is a group of startling pic- > lures taken during the recent dem ; onstration against the suffragettes J in Wales. The top, left-hand pic- > ture shows a woman being protect- LIVING IN A WORLD OF IDEAS I’ N what kind of a world do you live? By what ideas is it peo pled? We say of this person, “How {■harming she is," ami of that. "What a disagreeable man." We mean. “In what a hopeful, happy world of ideas she lives," or “By what morose, selfish thoughts is he companioned." Surrounding this earth is atmos phere, about five miles in extent. In that atmosphere we can live and breathe and work, perform the hu man functions of loving and mat ing'. of hoping and developing and worshiping. But should an ambi tious aeronaut pass beyond the at mospheric limit he would reach a stratum of rarefied air, in which he would soon die. This atmosphere is the world's envelope, inescapable, indispensable. Every person has his atmosphere, indispensable and in escapable. It is the world of ideas in which he has his existence. Radiating Cheerfulness. One person attracts us. another repels. Unless we have the habit of analysis we are puzzled by the fact that two persons of apparently equal gifts and amiability should so differently affect us. We know that we would like to know one of them much better, and we would be glad if we never had to see the other. Yet there is no real mys tery about it. The thought world in which one lives pleases us. The thought atmosphere of the other displeases. Magnetism and personality are terms for which philosophers have gone seeking to profound depths and at dizzy heights, yet whatever the terms they have given to their more or less valuable discoveries they bling us back to the starting THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24. 1912. ed from the mob. The policeman has put his hands over her head to keep her from being struck by canes, one of which can be seen in Ihe upraised hand in the center of the illustration. The picture on the By ADA PATTERSON. •r point. What kind of thoughts do < these persons think? This woman radiates a pervasive cheerfulness, that man high hope and supreme courage. We say to them. “This half hour I have spent with you has done me good. It has made me better and brighter and braver. I don't know why." But we do know why. They have tinged our pale, anemic thoughts with the vivid colors of our own. Our weakness has borrowed from their .strength. Our mental ’atmos phere has absorbed some of their own electric quality. Your Sphere of Ideas. "She is the most ..harming wom an 1 ever knew.” we hear enthu siastically spoken of some one who seems to us plain, insipid, com monplace, until we come within range of h personality. We may not even have a chance to talk with her. We may only catch the flash of her smile, or a glance of het eye. But by these we have had a glimpse of the real woman that un derlies the unburnished exterior. Brief as it was, we have made an excursion into the world of her ideas, and found it good. In what world of ideas do you live? Is it tilled with principles and truths, or crowded by person alities? Is it your habit to come home, after a day of shopping, and say: "That was a magnificent sun set on the bay,” or "That is a won derful device for ventilating pas senger cars I saw demonstrated this afternoon. This is the way I understand it works?" Or do you say, "I never was so mad in my life as I was at that red-headed Jea nie Jones. I'll never shop with her again if l live to by a hundred. She right shows a policeman endeavor ing to get another of the women away from the mob, while the bot tom illustration shows two suffra gettes being led away-, one of them evidently- being in some distress. ’• grabbed a lace bordered handker chief 1 wanted, right under my nose," or “I met Sallie on the ave nue, and Sallie said to me: then I said Sallie." It is well to be interested in per- | sons. Such interest satisfies the hunger for human contact. We need it to keep us harmonious, and mentally well rounded, but this is a topsy-turvy world we live in. If it is filled with personalities. To keep poised and sane, we must fix the eyes of the mind on some truth tiiat is mighty, on principles that are changeless, as mere human na ture can not be. Is ft a Tittle w-.pJd or a FjW one? Ideas need not be few and small because we live in a village, or in a back street, or a tenement. Our ideas need not be narrow because our Ilves seem to be. In these days of reading matter, both good and cheap, our thoughts may rove the earth and be as wide as the uni verse, though we live in a hall bed room. We may live in a world of pigmies or of giants according to our will. View Rosy Side of Life. What is the color of the world you live in? Is it black with gloom, or gray with passive acceptance of things as they are, but which you might make better, or is it rosy with the rays of undying hope? That color depends upon you. What is the climate of the world you live in? Is it damp, with cul tivated despair? There are persons whose atmosphere is as moist and <hill as a frog's slipper. Or is it full of the moving airs of hope and courage and good will? Persons who live in such worlds are tonics as a breeze from the sea. THE HOME PAPER Thomas Tapper Writes on Spending Money Earning Money Is a Necessity and Spend ing It Is an Art Few of Us Learn, as Each Insists Upon Being as Lavish as His Neigh bor. By THOMAS TAPPER. i. T T THEN we find that the price VV of roast turkey has risen in the best hotels until for a half portion you pay seventy cents, it seems certain that few people can have turkey away from home. Did you ever see such a half por tion? A lot of dressing, three or four little pieces of dark meat, each about the size of a walnut, and tw'o slices of white meat, cut amazingly thin. And all for seventy cents. The poor can not afford to eat turkey at this price. And yet it makes us wonder whether the rich have grabbed it all. or whether a great multiplicity of causes are at work to put up prices. J In a few years the population has increased twenty millions. Maybe fewer turkeys are raised than formerly. Perhaps it costs more to raise them, now that the young men are leaving the farms and coming to the cities. And yet some politicians tell you, glibly and without blushing, that if you vote right they will fix the tar iff and prices will be down again. Who pays the tariff on hotel turkey? You. Can a politician alter that? Not unless he calls personally on the hotel man and points out the injustice, to the purchaser, of tur key at seventy cents per half por tion. And. speaking of restaurant food, I have before me the prices charged in 1904, eight years ago. Compare these with the prices charged in the same restaurant in 1912. In 1904. In 1912. Roast Beef $ .40 $ .50 Mushrooms on Toast 1.00 1.25 Mutton Chops 45 .50 Lamb Chops * .45 . .go Sirloin Steak 140 1.50 Astrakhan Caviar.... 1.00 1.50 Fish (Pompano) 75 .90 Potatoes, fried 15 .20 Cucumbers 40 .30 Frog Legs 75 1.25 Chateaubriand Steak 1.50 2.25 Double Sirloin 1.50 2.25 Os course, it is cheerful to note that the price of cucumbers has gone down, but It is impossible to economize through them very much because there is a limit to cucum bers as a steady diet. Now, these restaurant prices merely reflect the prices in the market. Many a family has had, gradually, to stop buying the bet ter cuts of meat, because wages are insufficient. Even the secondary cuts have gone up in price until they are as • :: A New Race :: By EEBERT HUBBARD. Copyright, 1912, International News Service. PR O F E S SOR STEFANSSON reports the discovery of a tribe of Esquimos in MacKen zies Land who have red hair. These people have no history that they can recount. There are about two thousand of them. They have a degree of intel ligence which the regular Esquimos do not possess. They have red hair, blue eyes and a tendency to argue about religion. Some of them are artistically freckled. Many of their names begin with Mac. and they have away of ad dressing each other with something that sounds like ‘'Hoot Mon!” Oats grow farther north than wheat. Whether these Esquimos are fed on oats or not Professor Ste fansson does not say. But the world will not rest easy on Professor Stefansson’s report until we find whether haggis and oatmeal have played their parts in the hirsute color scheme of this tribe of Esquimos. who not only have red hair, but are red-headed. Evidently Professor Stefansson has never heard of Macpherson Macgregor. who was lost off the New Bedford whaling ship, Mary Ann, in Battins bay I I > nOloHi high as luxuries used to be. Ten ■ years ago a pound of “chuck" steak cost about one-third of its present price. And yet the best restaurants are so crowded with guests that if you i have the 70 cents for a half portion of turkey, and a little extra for a boiled potato and the waiter, you may have to stand around a half hour before you can sit down and begin to give up the money. IT. But back of all these high prices there is a solemn fact. We are a wasteful nation. Every man is as good as any other man, and everybody wants grape fruit for breakfast. And there is another solemn fact Very few of us have even an ele mentary knowledge of how to spend money. Earning money is a necessity Spending money is an art that many of us never learn. And a good many people are be ginning to think that we are poor hands at making what we buy go as far as possible. I have mentioned turkey In this article, for this reason: I saw a man order a half portion. While the waiter was in the kii. lieii | getting it the man picked up the bill of fare and discovered that he iiad signed away 70 cents within:! knowing it. It made him mad. When ■ • waiter came back with the whit? meat and the dressing, the men be- 1 gan to. argue with him about the ridiculous price. But, of course, the waiter could not delh'i !, goods for less than the <' 0. 1). price. Then the man called the hotel steward and argued with him. H r too, was powerless to reduce the cost of living, on that occasion, be cause he had received his orde-s from “upstairs.” The “upstairs” man had not ye: returned from Europe. Even if he had, the angry diner could not have accomplished much; for he would • have been referred to the market man, then to the next man. and on down the line until he reached the man that had raised the turkey And he, the turkey-raiser, wotibi probably dodge behind the hay stack, and refer him to the pres - dent of the United States as the I one cause of the whole trouble Which is. of course, unfair to 1 "■ president. Meannhiie, the half portion on I the table is getting cold. The man I has nothing, to do but to a" br - and partake of it. And the prictT’on the r he- \ be 70 cents, just the same. With ten cents added, in smn<’ <« places, for bread anil buttei Doctor Kane, in his v-ry int-’ esting memoirs, tells how tlm drifted on an ice floe ami finally reached the mainland. Doctor Kano found Margret: Dppernavik and offered to tale 1 r back to civilization. The See’ l ”' man declined the invitation, a explained that he was headed f MacKenzies Land, where posed to start a t'topian colon.' "'.il lead the Ideal Life That was the last reliabb tt mation that the world had of pherson Macgregor, of Nt" ford, formerly of Glasgow If there is any connect i tween Professor Stefansso covery and the. last tidings pherson Macgregor. let th' assume it. Stefansson is a great he seems to lack the poeth nation, as well as being perspicuity and perspicm o' And in any event. Profe cy Shaw, the noted biologi portune in his remark wtum claims: "Esquimos in Mil l lv Land with red bait ! color hair would votl expect W have?