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Wilson’s Election Spells
Business Prosperity
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The Country Believes That Under Mr, Wilson’s Administration
Will Come Stability to Conditions and Good Times for the
People.
In evert 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
1876, 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 cars 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 the 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.
' hat feeling is the best possible answer to the prophecies of
disaster of the t wo-pronged Republican party facing defeat. Those
prophecies 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 K -publicans 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, fighting 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.
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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 adminis- •
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 this wornout Republican bugaboo of “Democracy and
Depression” the reading and thinking people of this intelligent era.
The Georgian believes that on November 5 a greater number of
.... ip . ..j i.oGness men will vote for Governor Wilson than for
Mr Taft or Colonel Roosevelt.
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.
From 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 tine. I wish each of the
nineteen members of my class to
'tuv.\ in detail that editorial. Also
1 11 s,i. to give them a written
Hfejk ''i u \, rv much
if you can furnish me nineteen
copies of today’s paper to be used
for the purpose mentioned.
THOS. M. ELLIOTT.
Newborn, Gn„ Oct. 26.
A CURSE TO HUMANITY.
Editor The Georgian:
I noticed in Wednesday’s Geor
gian an Illustrated article which
I enjoyed very much, concerning
pistols. I hope and trust you will
keep up the good work until every
pistol is swept from the face of the
earth, for I consider pistols one of
the greatest curses to humanity.
('HAS E V HAGAN.
Sylvania. Ga.
The Atlanta Georgian
Our Antediluvian Ancestors!
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of Senators are accused of grafting and there’s a third party running for office, and al
eth it is making a good deal of hard feeling!”
The Glory of the Heavens Is Like Spark
ling Wine to the Wearied Spirit of Man
TI TITH everything about us
.V V calculated to fix our atten
tion yet mote 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.-
eal campaign exciting base pas
sions and prejudices; with a rec
ord harvest making us more sensi
ble of the blessings which the
eajth 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 Ithe moaning of that
strange teeing 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 at celestial light
in the west, and consider that it is
a vast street of tuns, 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 bun
dled mile.- 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 tun 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. Al! 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-
TT is always so. Tn the Ion" ago
\\ 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 to be.
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 he 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 I wrote these halting lines.
;• voted mother, and so he left her to
fill her snhere.
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 grave merely 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 it.
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 s Ir
ish by giving her whole life t.
them; and that they would be bet
ter off were she to consider her
self, and her husband, and her
friends to some degree, and tea a
her children to wait upon her in
stead of being a willing slave tc
their caprices and pleasures.
He was absolutely right:
time proved it.
Tire son and daughter took
devotion as a matter of course,
when they married, the dtiug :
expected her husband to b
slave, because her mother had b< ■ r
and the son expected the -
sacrifices from his wife that !i ’
mother had made; and both were
disappointed; and so three fam
lies were unhappy, through ti.
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- '
in every possible way his comrade,
friend, companion and helpmeet.
She is to keep herself physically
charming, mentally' awake and spi -
j itually in advance of him, and if
she does the first two, he will be
ready to follow her In 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.
Visions
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
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