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EFITORTAL 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 3,187 J Subscription Price —Delivered by carrier. 10 cents a week. By mall, J 5.00 a year Payable in advance. Wilson’s Election 'Spells Business Prosperity • M » The Country Believes That Under Mr. Wilson’s Administration Will Come Stability to Conditions and Good Times for the People. tn every presidential election save two in the past half century the political sentiment of the country had so crystallized by the middle of October that the result had been clearly foreshadowed. •The two exceptions were the extraordinary elections of Hayes in 187 fi. when Tilden received a small popular majority, and the elec tion of Grover Cleveland, when the national result turned on a ma jority of less than 1,100 in New York state. But this year no such exception to the general rule of national elections is apparent. The tide has set for many weeks steadily and strongly toward Governor Wilson. His election one week from today is already “discounted.” What has been the one most significant fact in the whole coun try in these past few weeks, next to the trend of the great political contest ? It has been the very remarkable and almost universal stimula tion of business. Every one is hopeful. Every one predicts an early increase in good times. Every railroad in the country is over whelmed with traffic, and there is an actual shortage of many thousands in the freight ears required to move the visible freight now offered. Bank clearings throughout the country show almost unprecedented activity of general trade. Nature has, indeed, smiled on us. and the tremendous harvests have increased tin* hopefulness and business activity of the nation, but they are not the sole or even the chief cause of the feeling of optimism that everywhere pre vails. That feeling is the best possible answer to the prophecies of disaster of the t wo-pronged Republican party facing defeat. Those proplmeies are as old as Mark Hanna’s “full dinner pail,” and Foraker s "bloody shirt,’ and as stale as some of the bread the Republican party has been feeding to the people. It is the argu ment of the Republicans in extremity. It is a forecast of defeat. The record does not show that financial disturbances follow Democratic national victory or that panics are a part of its history. The great panic of 1873 was in the Republican administration of President Grant, and the greater panic of 1907 was a part of the administration of Republican President Roosevelt, lighting now under a different flag with many of the same followers behind him. This same old cry of panic was shouted at the followers of the Democratic Cleveland in 1884, but Cleveland went in and went through his four years in the White House without a suggestion of panic, and the mighty surplus piled in the treasury in the Cleveland administration faded away in the beginning of hard times under the Republican Benjamin Harrison. This silly linking of Democratic success with business depres sion comes not from business men or sound thinkers, but from eager partisans and politicians. The great body of the business men of this country have accepted Woodrow Wilson as the candidate whose spirit and policies are best calculated to bring peace and prosperity to the people. His prudence, his moderation and his good temper have won the confidence of the people, and they are willing to trust him since they have learned to know him • The business American fully understands and expects that, there is to be a moderate, careful revision of tariff schedules which will relieve the oppression of graft and privilege without upsetting wholesome conditions of trade. The country fully understands from his utterances in the cam paign that Woodrow Wilson is “not a free trader nor anything that resembles a free trader." It believes that under his ad minis-• tration will come stability to conditions and prosperity to the peo ple. And the eager partisans of the hour will find it impossible to frighten by ibis wornout Republican bugaboo of “Democracy and Depression" the reading and thinking people of this intelligent era. T’w Georgian believes that on November 5 a greater number of e'l’.’ •••» ‘mGness num will vote for Governor Wilson than for Mr Taft or Colonel Roosevelt. I Letters From the People GEORGIAN’S EDITORIALS IN SCHOOL. Editor The Georgian: I am instructor in the science de partment in the high school here. Front time to time, in my class room. 1 have made reference to the scientific articles appearing on the editorial page of The Georgian The editorial In today's (Saturday) pa per is very fine. 1 wish each of the ninetet n members of my class to study in detail that editorial. Also t " give th»m a written st ut ' if you can furnish me nineteen copies of today's paper to be used for the purpose mentioned. THOS. M. ELLIOTT. Newborn, Ga.. Oct. 26. A CURSE TO HUMANITY. Editor The Georgian: I noticed in Wednesday’s Geor gian an illustrated article which I '-njoyed very much, concerning pistols. I hope and trust you will keep up the good work until every pisto] is swept from the face of the earth, for 1 consider pistols one of the greatest curses to humanity. (’HAS. EJIAGAN. Sylvania, Ga. The Atlanta Georgian • I ' Our Antediluvian Ancestors! Copyright, 1912, by International News Service. /'A/fcoE'/GiV. SAYss //'/ ( iSTout ZRROW /will YOUSWT. FoR-S / 1 (APPOINTS# rx,- 72, ' '/ rMI J \ MEH and yoRCU- I-P'DNT.J // To A | ft yo'HT or oe.PEgj U _ .1 , A& »‘r 3 '"'WwW fT CHARGE L-v I i* * < O tame iMAS-roPorV 1013® / A6AIHST THE 5 J ( gULL DIHoSAURUS PARTY/ ____ A L-IAFU_J - BZTy , fl MtVtK HEAR?) /Yes, zW ITS a- . V UCH TALK D . wogssp ?jj# ) “There seems to be an awful lot of rough stuff going on in Cliffville just now!” I'Yes, it’s terrible! You see. the Board of Aidermen is investigating the city officials, a lot of Senators tire accused of grafting ami there’s a third party running for office, and al togeth it is making a good deal of hard feeling!” Fhe Glory of the Heavens Is Like Spark ling Wine to the Wearied Spirit of Man WITH everything about us calculated to fix our atten tion yet more exclusively upon our tiny planet and its little affairs —with war raising its head in the east, and revolution raging in the south: with a bitter politi cal vatnpaigu exciting base pas sions and prejudices: with a rec ord harvest making us more sensi ble of the blessings which the eiyth can, as if at its own will, bestow or withhold —we have but to turn our eyes to the starry sky in order to feel that all these things are of little moment in comparison with the real interests of the uni verse. Realizing Our Smallness. The earth is only a busy anthill basking in the sunshine. Shall we be simple ants, never thinking of the infinitely greater things that surround, and look down upon us? Until man feels that he belongs not to the earth, but to the universe, the divinity that is in him can never assert itself. Our wars, our revolutions, our political campaigns, our harvests are mere local inci dents. unknown in Jupiter or Mars, or in the infinite multitude of worlds among the stars. It is only when we pause in our terrestrial occupations and look up at the overarching heavens that we know at once how little and how great we are—little as far as we identify ourselves with the swiftly passing interests of our in significant planet; great to the ex tent in which we comprehend the vaster life about us, and of which we form a part. What is ft he meaning of that strange feeing which comes over TUESDAY. OCTOBER 29, 1912. By GARRETT P SERVISS. every' man and woman who looks up at the stars? Why does that stupendous sight quiet the spirit and open the eyes of the mind as nothing else can do? It is because there is in us something infinitely superior to the mere material life that we lead here. The light of mil lions of distant suns shines upon us from the firmament, and, look ing upon them, we feel our kinship with the life that swarms in their immediate presence. One can not feel alone and deserted under the stars. The wider the empire of our Great Father above extends before our eyes the deeper becomes our consciousness of His power and the surer our faith in its benefi cence. When we confine our thoughts to the earth we can not escape a sense of the evanescence of everything pertaining to it; but when we regard the universe we feel that we have a place in a vast scheme that “takes hold upon eter nity.” The Great Milky Way. Look out upon the heavens on one of these fair autumn nights and study their marvellous influ ence upon you. Look upon the Milky Way rising from the horizon in the northeast, sweeping over head, north of the zenith, and sink ing, in great flakes of celestial light in the west, and consider that it is a vast street of suns, THE BROAD WAY OF THE HEAVENS. Pho tographs show so many of them that they can not be counted! The length of that tremendous street of suns can not be less than fifty thousand millions of millions of miles, and may be much more! If you should undertake to traverse it in an automobile making a hun dred miles an hour you would need ■ about sixty thousand millions of years to complete the journey! Over in the northwest you will see a bright star near the edge of the Milky Way. It is the star Vega. It is a sun at least a hundred times and perhaps a thousand times greater than ours. Can you be lieve that there are no worlds re volving around if, and blooming with life at the touch of its rays? Is there no community of interest between us, inhabitants of one of the minor solar systems of which the universe Is made up, dwellers in a mere village, and those who live in that brighter system, that great and splendid city of brilliant worlds, that shines in the light of Vega? If astronomy teaches us anything it teaches that such com munity MUST exist. The spectro scope shows that Vega consists of similar chemical substances to those which constitute our less luminous sun. Other observations prove that it is subject to similar physical laws. The conclusion is inevitable, then, that its worlds must resemble ours, though they are probably greater, and that their Inhabitants may not be unlike us in essential features. Intelligence Not Limited. If we speculate about the inhabi tants of other worlds, they, in turn, speculate about us. We can not touch hands with one another, we can not traverse, in our physical bodies, the vast spaces that sepa rate us, but INTELLIGENCE is confined by no obstacles and limit ed by no distances. Through the whole mighty universe thrills the principle of LIFE, and wherever life is WE ARE, at least in spirit. THE HOME PAPER Ella Wheeler Wilcox Writes on Wife and Mother hood Complete Devotion to Children Often Drives Cupid From the Former’s Side. Written For The Atlanta Georgian By Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copyright, 1912, by American-Journal-Examiner THE devoted mother, absorbed in her children, is an admir able being ofttimes. But it depends upon the extent of her ab sorption, whether she is really ad mirable or not. She has been known to drive Cupid from her side; to destroy the happiness of her home, and to ob literate beauty and charm from her personality. A pretty girl married a young man of her own age. He was proud of her attractive appearance, and he loved to see her attired in dainty garments, and to take her forth pleasuring. They were great comrades, and friends, and his pet name for her was “Lit tle Pal.” By and by the baby came; and it was a new delight in both lives. It seemed for a time to add much and to take away nothing. But as the newness of fatherhood passed, the husband was conscious that he received little attention from his wife. She was rarely able to go out with him. There was al ways something which required her presence at home, even when pro vided with a nurse, or the assis tance of competent relatives to look after the baby. Neglects Her Appearance. And when she did go, she was restless to be back with the baby. After the second child came, it. was still more a decided fact that the husband was eliminated for the children in the thoughts of the wife. Besides forgetting his needs of her companionship, the wife forgot to make herself attractive. All her pretty womans vanity was put aside. She coiled he: lovely hair in a tight, unbecoming knot. She wore plain garments, with no little touches of grace and beauty which a man loves to see about a woman. She said she had no time for such vanities; she was absorbed in ma ternal duties; the holiest duties of life. She urged her husband to be sen sible, and see how she was situated and not expect too much of her. He ceased to expect anything of her save her duties as a mother after a time. So he sought his com radeship at the club, and in stag parties; and then, after a time, he found widows, and single women and the wives of other men, com panionable. ♦ He observed that many women were good mothers and good com rades and sociable citizens at the same time; and made up his mind that he had married a woman who was only capable of being a de- Visions By WILLIAM F. KIRK. TT is always so. Tn the long ago -*■ V> hen Adam was roaming free In the thick of a wonderful garden He laughed in immoderate glee. And then he dreamed, when the sunset gleamed, Os what he was going Io he. You are going to be a painter, I am going to be a bard. You are going to paint a beautiful saint, By never a false stroke marred. I was going to be a Byron. But I found the task too hard. Going to be—ever dreamily You plan, and your Hope Star shines. You are dreaming what Rembrandt painted. But finishing no designs. Last night I dreamed fifty poems— Then 1 wrote these halting lines. ® yi > i '• voted mother, and so he left her to fill her sphere. As time passed, the woman grew prematurely old; from lack of at tention, her physical charms faded, but she believed she had sacrificed them on the altar of motherhood. Her hair was dry. and began to grow grizzly grav: mernlv because she took no time to brush it, and feed its roots with oil, and to coax and love it into becomingness and beauty. A woman’s hair, like a vine or a plant, responds to care and thought and affection; and fades from lack of ft. Her complexion, once soft and full of movable blooms, became sal low and parched for the same rea son—lack of care. As the Twig Is Bent. And all the time, the woman be lieved she had given her charms to her children, and that she was a martyr to maternal duty. There was no subject on which she and her husband could meet in sympathy, save the children: and even there they disagreed; for he told her she was making them self ish by giving her whole life t them; and that they would be bet ter off were she to consid ?r her self, and her husband, and her friends to some degree, and teaAi her children to wait upon her in stead of being a willing slave tc their caprices and pleasures. He was absolutely right; atw time proved it. The son and daughter took : > devotion as a matter of cour.M. when they married, the dang expected her husband to be •. slave, because her mother haii be ! and the son expected the 1 sacrifices from his wife that les mother had made; and both «•: disappointed; and so three fami lies were unhappy, through it. short-sighted outlook and narrow understanding of one woman. A Woman’s First Duty. When a woman marries, her first duty- is to her husband. That means that she is to make herst Y in every possible way his comrade, friend, companion and helpmeet. She is to keep herself physically charming, mentally awake and spir itually in advance of him, and if she does the first two, he will be ready to follow her tn the third path, to such extent as the mascu line soul can follow the feminine on this planet. And if she does all these things with high ideals regarding them, she is sure to be a good mother, and a good neighbor, and a good • friend as well.