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EDI rORIAL PAGE THE ATLANT/X GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday By THE GEORGIAN COMPANT At 20 East Alabama St.. Atlanta, Ga. Entered as second-class matter at postofflce at Atlanta, under act of March 8. 181 J Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mail, $5.00 a year Payable In advance. NUISANCES: Smoke and Smoke Boards The smoke nuisance of Atlanta and the smoke board of Atlanta should be abolished at one and the same time. That time is today. it is hard to tell now which is the greater nui sance, the smoke or the board. There is a city ordinance against the smoke nui sance. Offenders should be arraigned before Judge Broyles. The cases against them are made by an ex pert and Judge Broyles would treat them with the same amount of consideration that he treats rich au tomobile speeders. That consideration is the same with which he treats a pushcart peddler. That plan didn’t suit the board, one of whose mem bers operates a factory that stands among the first smoke producers of the city. The board decided that cases made by the expert must come before it and be quashed, or else lie sent before .fudge Broyles. The Georgian does not profess to say what indi viduals should be fined. It does say, however, that if the board effectually blocks the prosecution started by Inspector McMichael. The Georgian will hire its own expert to make eases against the violators of the city ordinance. It will also hire its own lawyers to prose cute the offenders. Another Periodical Blunder of Taft Nothing in President Taft’s recent history has so little be come him as his prediction of a panic in ease of Wilson's elec tion. because Wilson would reform the tariff’. This was a “stoop to conquer” unworthy of the president of the I nifutl States. If anything eoirld produce a panic it would be the prophecy <d a panic In the head of the government. Mr. I’atl is forgetful. He does not seem to remember that he conducted his campaign and entered upon his administration upon a promise to revise the tariff as distinct and definite as an) that Governor Wilson has made. Again President Taft forgets when he asserts that the panic of 1893 was due to the Cleveland-Wilson tariff. In 1907 Mr. Taft, then secretary of war. ascribed the ‘93 panic to the free silver scare. Mr. Taft does not seem to remember that his own political downfall distinctly dates from his Winona speech in which he eulogized the objectionable Payne-Aldrich tariff as the best of the quarter century. Mr. Taft does not seem to remember that his political down fall was accelerated, if not settled, by his arbitrary ami foolish veto of the intelligent reforms of the tariff made by the Demo cratic majority of the house and by the senate. Mr. Taft does not keep his ear to the ground. lie does not hear the stead) tramp of the people toward their own. If he did hear it, it is doubtful if he would understand the sound or know what the people meant. The president, who is an honest man, has forfeited the peo ple’s confidence by his failure to understand them or to sympa thize with their demands. 1 resident I aft, who undoubtedly reads the newspapers, has undoubtedl) read Governor Wilson's statement that he is “not a free trader, nor anything that looks like a free trader.” And the president must know that the reason why Wood row \\ ilson s election has been assured for the last several weeks is because the people believe in the sincerity of Woodrow Wilson s desire to revise the tariff on safe and discreet lines. Corn Club Boys Point the Way to Prosperity The corn club boys of Georgia are pointing the way to progress and prosperity nowadays. They are showing the farmers that it is absurd, and highly unprofitable, to send away annually for $250,000,000 worth of food supplies when those same supplies may be raised right here in Georgia for many millions less. Cotton is all right in its way—the world must have cotton, and the South must produce it—but corn raised at a profit of more than SIOO per acre is a more nearly certain way to wealth and independ ence than cotton. And particularly than too much cotton! A Georgia boy has raised corn this year, in average circum stances. at a profit of more than SIOO per acre—and what a sixteen y ear-old boy can do, grown men can do. AND OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED NOT TO DO. Because of the activities of the boys corn chibs—and it is a fmor and backward community in Georgia nowadays that hasn't its boys corn club—the corn crop of the state this year has been in creased more than $3O,O(MhOOO. It might, ami eventually will be. increased to $100,000,(X10, and more! A few years ago. a number of corn clubs were organized in the rural districts here and there as a sort of experiment. The results have been more than gratifying. The inevitable rivalry between »lhe chibs healthy, ami sensibly stimulating has been encouraged lorn shows have I n held all over the state, and prizes have been awarded where the work justified it. The Atlanta Georgian believes one of the very finest influences for good al work in Georgia today is the hoys corn club. The youngsters are teaching the old folks a valuable lesson—a lesson that wry many of them have needed to learn. I'he Atlanta Georgian Here—and There Drawn By HAL COFFMAN. sc i seu\ Hevvo fe'LL t see ) I sone or Those. \ Those Bulgarians , / names would knock \ ! MMVE ' ’ I k A Fallow 's H*T OFF I BuNrtRHISSAR. wn i \^\-40ULDN' C ThgY ? / ; \ -Klßk KILISS€H ‘ J &,/ —" 71 ■ 1 CZZ 7 ? B T , ft - .awßk- -■ c V. !;■ o ■ - 1 | y-; A, \ Ayssfe Learning From the Puppy B\ WINIFRED BLACK. f'TAHE old dog had gone out. I I wonder where it is he takes to wandering- of late. Last night, when the moon was a silver half up there in the turquoise and silver skies, he '.an down the little path to the gate, stopped a minute, looked back at ns a trifle, as if he were conscience smitten, flung up his grizzled old head and was gone—out into the shadows of the broad road that leads his dog gish feet to what gay halls of ca nine revelry who can guess? Is there a particular cat he wants to catch >down there in the broad road? Can it be that he hears the coyotes up on the brown hills back ing, barking, like fretful puppies, every night just about moonrise? Dog That Heard Call of the Wild. I knew a good dog once, a staid, respectable family dog, who went West with the family and ran away and joined his wild brethren in the hills At first he played with them just at dusk, and ran out of the house at early dawn to follow them. And then he spent the whole night, then the day, and finally he went away with them altogether. Only once in a while did he ap pear—sitting on a distant hill—to watch the children playing around the bonfire at night, but when they called him by his old natne he threw up his head, sniffed the air an instant, turned tail and ran to the wilds agai,n. Can it be that our old dog is go ing to go back to the caves? At any rate, he left the puppy alone In the house with one who sleeps early in the evening and rises, it seems to me, with the dawn. Later in the evening 1 heard something In the garden—a cut most like. "Come, boy." said I to the puppy, "come, go out and see what’s com ing so close to your house.” 1 opened the door, but the puppy looked wistfully up into tny face. "Oh," he seemed to try to say. "Oh, 1 am so young, and what if it should be a Hon or a bear ." But I was inexorable, and all at mice the puppy’s good blood spoke: he raised his foolish head and plunged noiselessly toward the soft footsteps in the garden "Good boy." 1 said. “Good old Ruffles." for hi- mime Is Raffle < since the very day he came, when FES DAY. NOVEMBER 5. 1912. • • he tried to steal every knife and ' folk from the first table he had ever seen set. "Good boy. Raffles." and Raffles heard, and he lifted up his puppy voice in a teal bark. "Woof! Woof!” dear. what' a fierce voice; it quite terrifies me. “Woof! Woof!” said Raffles, the puppy no more—a real dog, with a dog’s responsibilities, now that the old dog has taken to wandering in his old age. Foolish dog; he makes me think of some old men I know, old enough for a chimney corner and out foi lowing’the footsteps of every beck oning hand. I do hope he won’t teach the pup such bad ideas. "Good boy, Raffles," said I again Doctor’s Anteroom By H. P. BABCOCK. A T'ol’ don’t know whether you Y should bow Or silently be seated; You have a feeling that somehow You're not politely greeted. They sit about like toads at night. You seek a modest corner; No coffin’s anywhere in sight. Yet each appeals a mourner. You wonder if, like yours, their ills Are highly complicated: Will they be dosed with knives or pills? And how long have they waited? On tables lie some magazines, But nobody is reading; Their thoughts are all "behind the scenes," Where Doe will soon be leading. lie always looks in some Way vexed. Austere within the doorway. His frigid query, "Who’- the next?" Is like a blast from Norway. You may have known him at the club; You may be a relation; You now are but a nameless cub Os very humble station. He looks to neither left nor right, And. while you’re hesitating. Some victim vanishes from sight, And we resume our waiting. If we were shipwrecked on an isle In bitter winter weather We’d surely think it well worth while To meet our woe* together. ' But here we sit. poor stricken ones, With organs that abuse us. In .< u.r .-11. m-. ’lke gray nuns. With none to Introduce us. when the pup came in the house and—oh, the pride, the joy of that pup! He knew what he bad done; he knew that he had met his call of responsibility as a dog should, and he held his ragged head high and grinned, and showed every white tooth in his faithful, affec tionate head. Raffles Hath Perfect Understanding. "Wasn’t I all right?” he said, with every muscle of his wriggling body, and I told him, "Yes, he was quite all right,” and he knew what 1 said and gloried in it. And afterward, when the old dog came home, he ran to him and pulled his ears and grab-net: him by the legs and threw him down and mauled him to and fro. and barked and acted so strangely that the old dog watched him with suspicion in his eye. Since then Raffles has taken charge of things in the house. Not a cricket chirps but his wary ear rises to heed, and not a shrub stirs in the fall wind but the hair on the pup’s back ruffles; no one shall molest his household, not if that pup knows it. Afraid" Not he. He was yester day, but yesterday is past; it is to day now. And it’s hie day at that, and bravely he’s going to live it in his doggish way. Good old pup. good old Raffles. 1 wonder if lie who sleeps so early at night in the little bed yonder, and who rises at the first peep of dawn, will rise as gallantly to his first trial of courage? I hope so—oh, hove deeply Ido hope so! Dear little brown thing that he is, tanned to the color of old mahogany with the long, long summer days in the sweet sun shine; brown and red Is he, and sturdy and straight, and he has his trials, too, already. Didn’t he stub his toe the other day and never let a tear fall ? They gathered—oh. yes, they gathered, but they did not fall—not in the sight of mortal man or woman. And when his little friend of the summer went away and took his marbles with him. did he not rush eagerly to the defense of the absent one's reputation when some one mentioned the missing marbles? "He forgot them, I know he did,” said little four-year-old. That was gallant of you, four year-old; maybe some day you’ll be ns true to the call of duty as the pup was to his last night. I won der if you will? THE HOME PAPE)! The Island of Endless Play By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. Copyright, 11'12, by the New York Evening Journal Publishing Company. SAID Willie to Tom, ‘ Let us hie away To the wonderful Island of Endles Play. It lies off the border of ‘No School Land.’ And abounds with pleasure, I understand. There boys go swimming whenever they please Tn lovely river right under the trees. And marbles are free, so you need not buy; And kites of all sizes are ready to fly. • • We sail down the Isthmus of Idle Delight— We sail and we sail for a day and a night. And then, if favored by billows and breeze, We land in the Harbor of Do-as-You-Please. And here lies the Island of Endless Play, With no one to say to us. Must, or Nay. Books are not known in that land so fair. Teachers are stoned if they set foot there. Hurrah for the island, so glad and free, That is the country for you and me.” So away went Willie and Tom together On a pleasure boat, in the lazy weather. And they sailed in the teeth of a friendly breeze Right into the harbor of “Do-as-You-Please!” Where boats and tackle and marbles and kites Were waiting them there in this Land of Delight#. They dwelt on the Island of Endless Play For five long years: then one sad day A strange dark ship sailed up to the strand, And “Ho! for the voyage to Stupid Land.” The captain cried, with a terrible noise. As he seized the frightened and struggling boy# And threw them into the dark ship’s hole: And off and away sailed the captain bold. They vainly begged him to let them out, He answered only with scoff and shout. I “Boys that don’t or work.” said he. “Must sail one day down the Ignorant Sea To Stupid Land by the No-Book Strait. With Captain Time on the Pitiless Fate.” He let out the sails and away went the three Over the waters of Ignorant Sea. Out and away to Stupid Land, And they live there yet, I understand. And there’s where every one goes, they say, Who seeks the Island of Endless Plav. The Turks Enter Europe By the REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY. THE ‘‘Unspeakable Turk,” whose power on the White Man’s Continent now seems to be rapidly nearing its end. broke into Europe five and a half centu ries ago—A. D. 1361. The real history of the Ottoman Turks begins with Othman (born 1258), who, originally ruler of a small mountain district on the frontier of ancient Bethynia and Phrygia, gradually extended his dominion till it became one of the most flourishing states of Asia Minor. The advance of the dynasty after Othman was rapid. Not only did all Asia Minor fall under Turkish sway, but in the fourteenth cen tury the Turks crossed the Helles pont, captured Adrianople, which they made their capital for a sea son, and, reaching out from there, they gradually stripped the Byzan tine emperors of Thrace, Macedo nia, Servia and Greece. At the battle of Adrianople the legions of Amurath were met by the ancestors of the present-day Greeks, Servians and Bulgarians, but the superior numbers and un tamed ferocity of the invaders were too much for the Christian*, and after one of the most sanguinary and hotly contested fights of his tory, the Crescent found itself se curely established in the White Man’s Country. From 1361, when Adrianople fell, to 1453, when Constantinople was captured by the famous Mahomet the Second, the Turks met with but little serious opposition. They were the greatest fighters of the time, made so by the fanatical teachings of their religion, and the Christians seemed tjuite unable to stand up against them. This remarkable people, who by force of anna, and latterly by cun ning diplomacy, have been enabled to hold their place on the Euro pean continent for more than 550 years, but who are now, from all Indications, about to be effectually and permanently put out of busi- ness in Europe, are, ethnological!?', of Tartar breed. There is little doubt about the tact that they are by blood and his tory closely allied with the terrible Huns, who, away back in A. D. 451, were so badly beaten by Aetius the great battle of Chalmons-Sur -Marne, in northeastern France- , battle the historical significance of which it would be impossible to overestimate. God only knows what might have happened to the white race in Europe had Aetius failed to drive the monsters back. It is equally certain that the hordes of the famous, or infamous Genghis Khan, who serious? threatened at one time to complet-- ly overrun Europe, were of t < same breed with the Turks, me: bers of the Yellow or-Mongol: race, and radically and everlasting ly separated from the great Whi or Caucasian race. Thus it will be seen that the an tagonism between the descendant of Othman and the men who ar now fighting to a finish the age long battle rests not merely upo the ancient animosities born the battle of Adrianople away bar in the fourteenth century, and uj differences of religion, customs ami institutions, but upon the still deep er and most important difference of blood and breed. For more than five centuries the enormities of the Turkish rule in Europe have been intensified by the fact that the per petrators of those enormities were of an alien race, whose ways and thoughts and life are not the ways, thoughts and life of the White Man. There has always seemed to me In the mind of the White Man the deep-seated conviction that Turk ish rule in Europe is unnatural, Il logical and in direct opposition to the nature and fitness of things, and it is such conviction, quite apart from the Turkish "atrocities," that ha* liept alive the oppositior which is noir promising to drive the Turk back to his original •lamping ground