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EDITORIAL 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. IS7J. Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mall, $5.00 a year. Payable in advance. Vote for Wilson and Mar shall r r » That is Our Best Chance to Help Forward the Era of Good Times. The Georgian advises its readers to vote for Wilson and Mar shall. because that is the sensible and advantageous thing to do. We believe that the election of the national Democratic ticket will be healthy for the country—that it will tend to weaken monopolies and to strengthen the economic position of the average man. We believe that it will quicken the pulse of business and open up new avenues of employment. We believe, in short, that the road to prosperity just now is the Democratic road. Os course, there is a great deal of nonsense .spoken, on the eve of every presidential election, about the effect that the success of this or that party will have upon the business of the country. There is no doubt that the influence of politics upon the general pros perity is apt to be exaggerated. For the truth is that lhe present organization of our political system is too weak to cope, in an entirely effective way, with the abuses of the new and gigantic organization l)f industry and finance. By the by, and step by step, we shall find ways of improving our political system so that it shall be strong enough to do this. In the meantime, sensible men will understand that the gigantic crops of wheat, corn and cotton that have been gathered this year are quite as important as our politics. They will understand that the devastation that is being wrought by war in Europe and else where is quickening the demand for American products. They will understand that an accumulation of causes and events that can not be reached by statute law or settled at the polls is to be counted on one side or the other in the scale of our prosperity. But the fact that we can not accomplish everything by putting good and prudent men in office is no reason why we should not put that kind of men in office. There is much that can be done by a wise administration at Washington. The country is likely to prosper greatly with Woodrow Wilson in the white house. With the election of Wilson —which seems now well assured — it is probable that the senate of the United States will be made Democratic. There is no doubt that the house of representatives will continue to be Democratic. Thus the whole Federal govern ment will be democratized. It is a good thing to have the government all of one piece—just as it is a good thing to have harmony in a hoard of trustees or among the executors of a will. The fact is, indeed, that where there is a conflict of responsibility there is no real responsibility at all. With two rival parties pulling and hauling in congress, each in control of a single house, it is impossible for the people to tell which is most to blame for the resulting confusion. Certainly nothing important and helpful is likely to be done under such con ditions. Thus the fact that the success of the Democratic national ticket ■will give us a united government at Washington, and therefore a really responsible government, is a pretty decisive reason why sen sible men, whatever their past party alliances, should vote for Wil son and Marshall. For it is absolutely certain that a united and responsible government at Washington can not be got in any other way. It is. of course, flat foolishness to say that the election of Wilson will precipitate a panic. Most of the discerning business men of the country fully expect that Wilson will be elected, and they are not preparing for a panic, but for an era of commercial peace ami expansion. The greatest panic in our history occurred in 1873. The panic we remember best took place in 1907. Both were under Republican administrations. The historical truth is that the happiest times that the Re public has known have been times when the Democratic party was in control of the Federal government. The Georgian has only such means of knowledge as can be gained from a wide observation and a fair understanding of events; it has no gift of inspired prophecy. But we venture to predict that the coming Democratic administration will do the country a great deal ot good—that it will be memorable among the fair and fruit ful times. We believe the Democratic party will renew the spirit of self government throughout the land: that it will strengthen our politi cal system at its foundations by reviving popular power in local communities; that it will tend to create a political climate in which monopolies can not live. We advise our readers to vote for Wilson and Marshall—and to free their mind from all doubt of the wisdom of that choice. Civilization and the Prairie Dog There are thousands of villages wiped off the map Tvery year in the West and the inhabitants annihilated. Prairie dogs are the victims of this wholesale slaughter, and in a few years it will be difficult to find one of these little animals. Like the buffalo, the prairie dog has had to give way before the onrush of civilization. Cattle and horses stepped into the small holes of the burrowers and broke their legs, and the dogs foraged on the crops. There was a time when these towns dotted the plains and their inhabitants could be seen by thousands popping in and out of their houses. Let the museums take their specimens while they may, for prairie dogs will soon be at a premium. The Atlanta Georgian THURSDAY, OCTOBER 31. 1912. A Drawing Lesson at the Zoo • TEACHING THE YOUNG TO CULTIVATE POWERS OF OBSERVATION. ■ —A |f E I Jr** ‘ vK ! I A Vt j W OSWWr? f : fMWM ttF Wt Jfirk IBBrHBI tW/ i ASMS imlp 1 F It 1 i SBPIM™ sWo U' t t ittlfalhli w «■ >/ >f r FMLII H W OB' ' I -* ■* r- ---T-rr--- Here is a picture that might teach a lesson to some of our school heads over here. The chil dren are those attending the drawing classes at one of the London public schools, and have been taken to the “zoo ’ for a lesson with living models. This form of drawing education is said to have produced some remarkable results. The Only Independent Man Is He Who Thoroughly Understands His Business I HAVE received a somewhat re markable letter, which is bet ter worth attention than most letters of the kind because it af fords a glimpse of a side of human nature in which too many persons go astray and lose themselves. The writer’s description of him self will at the same time amuse you by its Rabelaisian style, and instruct you concerning the source of his trouble, of which he does not appear to have the least sus picion. He says: "I am, and have been, as fol lows : "A huckster. “A rag carpet and rug weaver, “A genuine art glass cutter. “A machinist (drill press, rivet machine, milling machine, press machine, etc.). “A delivery boy. “A messenger boy. “An elevator boy (freight and passenger combined). “A fireman of a six-story build ing. Adopted a Dozen Other Ways. "A medicine maker; specially maker of all talcum powders, tooth powders, headache powders, foot powders, shaving powders, face powders, also the genuine pink powders for specially female per sons. “An usher of a theater; also a ticket taker. “A carpenter. “A cigar box maker. "A music roll maker for player pianos. "A captain, manager, and treas urer of a baseball team; also a fielder and batter. “A baker’s helper. “A candy maker's helper. "A dish washer in restaurants. “A maker of buttons, stamps, and a colnist. "A porter on a boat. “A writer for a newspaper, but the world is not educated enough to understand my writer's thought. I admit I sleep. I am the world’s greatest educational writer, espe cially when I am awake.” In addition to all this he avers By GARRETT P. SERVISS. '• that he has discovered a “quadril- • lion-quadrillion foretelling method and system,” which he is desirous of exploiting. This man represents a type of human kind which is lamentably common, although it seldom shows itself in so complete a form. He has, according to his own account, engaged in at least twenty differ ent occupations, and, evidently, he has succeeded in none of them. He has only succeeded in convincing himself that this is an unappre ciative world. Either through his own fault, or What Ails Autumn? By CHESTER FIRKINS. I've carefully avoided draughts From open panes and panels; My overcoat’s as big as Taft’s; I’ve not forgot my flannels; I wall myself ’gainst all the chills That Man should be afraid of— And yet I suffer all the ills That Autumn’s always made of. When first the Summer evening air Began to have a tingle, I bade my servitors prepare The gas log in the ingle; I donned a derby, bought high shoes And read "Health’s Catechism,” But I’ve a cold, a cough, the blues, Backache and rheumatism. Physicians'fail to give me aid, And yet 1 do not blame them. My maladies are overlaid So thick no man could name them. They’re due to psychologic laws Past medical surmising; They’re due—if you must know the cause— To street car advertising. "Take BRONCHIOLA for that cough.” (I didn’t know I had one.) “Cure up that cold! Try CHOKE-IT OFF.” (Why. yes, I have—a bad one!) That’s how it goes; each printed pad Gives me some new diseases. Dying. 1 blame the Autumn "ad,” And not the Autumn breezes. " through the fault of his parents and teachers, he never learned the secret of CONCENTRATION. He has been drifting through life, aim lessly passing from one thing to another, a “Jack of all trades and master of none.” Has Many Irons in Fire. He has never been his own mas ter. although, like all of his kind, he no doubt imagines that he is the most independent of men. That is the mistake made by every one who puts too many irons in the fire and keeps none of them hot. He thinks that he is manifesting his independence by dissipating his energies. But the only really inde pendent man is he who THOR OUGHLY KNOWS HIS BUSI NESS. A certain degree of versatility is admissible, and even desirable and admirable, in some cases. A man of great mental energy may do a con siderable number of things well. But those who have had the great est success in life have usually been men of one Idea, have pursued and developed that idea by concen trating all their powers upon it. One must sometimes, it is true, wait for opportunities, but when he finds them he must stick to them. Man Must Be a Specialist. Those who are fortunate enough to be able to pursue an education leading to a profession may start out in life with their course set in advance, and the rudder well under control. Others must make a num ber of experiments before they dis cover their true line, or find their best course, but they must not con tinue too long beating about from ■ one thing to another. If they do they are likely to find themselves In the condition of the writer of the letter from which 1 have quoted. Then they will be likely to with him, that the world is “not educated enough” to understand them, when, in tru h, the world is so thoroughly ed.cated in the hard facts of life that it under stands them only to< well, and has nothing but its mt.v to offer them. THE HOME PAPER Thomas Tapper Writes on Poverty Riding in Autos a This Human Puzzle of Debt Sitting Beside the Chauffeur Begins to Show How the Cost of High Living Beats the High Cost of Living. By THOMAS TAPPER. r. A CONSIDERABLE amount of actual poverty rides around town in automobiles. In any circumstance, an automo bile is an expensive luxury. When it is procured at the cost of a mortgage on all tangible as sets of the man, it begins to show how the Cost of High Living beats the High Cost of Living. Why men should persist in rid ing in the park with Debt sitting beside the chauffeur is a puzzle to simple people. But they do. They will tell you that they want to get as much as possible out of life. The Story of One Man. ■Well, here is the story of a man who rides around all day-Lbut not in the park. See if you can find what he gets out of life, or what he ever can get. I’m telling his story exactly as he told it to me. 11. Yes, sir, the cost of things takes every cent a man can earn. I’m a driver of a single-horse coal team. I work ten hours a day six days in the week, for twelve dollars. Last March my Mary was taken sick and she died in July. We had been married nineteen years. The oldest boy is eighteen, the next sixteen, and my little Katie is thirteen. When John was bom (the oldest), my wife said he should have a fine schooling and be able to get a good living. Two years ago she went to Father 8., and he fixed it so that the boy could go to St. Johns semi nary and have his schooling free, if Mary would do scrubbing and cleaning. So she W’orked on her hands and knees until last March. Then she never got up again. The nefct boy gets four dollars a week in a grocery store, and gives me two. Katie, the youngest, goes to school. I pay twelve dollars a month for rent, and six dollars and a half a W'eek for food and washing. We have to buy everything cooked, be cause the little girl isn’t old enough to take her mother’s place yet. I leave the house at half past six. The little girl locks up about eight thirty, takes the key with her, and goes to school. We send the washing out to a wet-wash laundry, and have the rooms cleaned once a week by a woman w'ho scrubs like my Mary used to do at St. John’s—on her hands and knees. These two cost me about a dollar and a quarter a week. If you will figure it out, sir, as I have done a hundred times since last July, you’ll see that I haven't :: The Tragedy :: By MINNA IRVING. A | 'O lazy summer lingering In gardens bright and warm, The Norther in his cloudy cloak Came riding on a storm. He withered with his icy breath Her blossoms sweet and fair, And slew her with his frosty blade That glittered in the air. Through silver veils of drifting smoke From stubble fires below. The trees stand out against the sky \\ ith autumn tints aglow, And to and fro among the boughs The east wind softly grieves, For lo! the murdered summer's blood Is red upon the leaves. at much left to buy clothes forth people, pay other bills—say a d tor and the like. Well, I said, what do you spt on yourself? Just a pipe smoke, and on St clays I go to see my mothcr ten-cent fare on the railway—a that’s all that’s In It for me e cept seeing the children grow i Some day, he went on. little K tie will be big enough to run t house, I suppose. But I’ll tell y this, mister, when I go home half-past six and see her star ing by the table trying to iron r a shirt, like her mother used do, it makes me think. My wi was a Killarney girl, and s could work all right, but it seer tough on a little one of thirter to be pushing an iron over a mar clothes. Every time I see her d< ing it a big lump comes up In it throat. I’m forty-one years old. and I be doing well to keep the job have. Have you any Insurance? Yes, three hundred dol’ars In fraternal order, and we pay te cents a week for an Insurant for Katie. Who are you going to vote ft this November? Wilson, sir. Why? He will be changing the tar! and things will be cheaper. Are you sure of that? No, but that’s what the boy’ are saying down at the coal yarc I’m not so sure myself. I’ve see a few presidents elected since came over, and when the bo; grew up Mary had to scrub o> her hands and knees just the sani'’ to pay for the schooling. You asked me what there’s tn t for me, and I didn’t tell you wha I’m thinking. If I can get th< children better faxed to earn a liv ing than I am. I’ll be content, Can’t Afford To Be Sick. But you see, mister, I can't af ford to be sick for a while yet. This Is not an ambitlonless man. He buys one suit of clothes —for best —every two years; smokes his pipe, goes to see hls mother of a Sunday and thinks of his Mary most of the time. He is an uneducated man, who gets his living by his physical strength. He reads the dally pa per, but, as he said, I have never read “a whole book.” And yet there is a great Idea dawning in his mind. An idea so wonderful jhat it brings him a de gree of interest he probably never looked for. And that idea is this: He can contribute three young citizens—John, the second boy, and Katie —to his adopted coun try, giving to each of them, as far as he can, a better chance than he had himself.