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The Open Secret of. Wilson’s
Success
When Dr. Samuel Johnson said that it is better to make a little
grass grow than to be a politieian, he had reference to the fact that
politicians, as a class, are likely to diminish the grass-acreage by
drawing men’s minds away from productive enterprises and en
grossing them in fruitless questions of abstract justice.
It is true in this time and country, as in other times and other
countries, that the typical politician has provoked such vehement
discussions about the right division of the good things of life that
he has absorbed and wasted a vast volume of social energy that
should have been expended in the production and delivery of the
goods.
Thus it is prophetic of the dawn of a new kind of politics when
a public man is lifted up to t he most conspicuous and powerful place
in the nation because he, has shown himself strong to rally the lat
ent and hesitant forces of creative enterprise. That is what has
happened to Governor Wilson. The people of America have re
sponded with a great cheer to his manifesto of economic emanci
pation.
His dominant note is the release of the productive forces of so
ciety. He would unshackle the minds and the limbs of all kinds of
workers, and would fling wide open to them the gates of oppor
tunity.
Both the Taft campaign and the Roosevelt campaign ran on
lines of hereditary politics—the kind that Dr. Johnson scorned.
They held out no credible promise that two blades of grass should
grow where one has grown. They confined themselves to the old
head-aching problem of the division and apportionment of pros
perity. Mr. Taft invited us to be content with the apportionment
that we have, lest a worse fate befall. And Mr. Roosevelt urged
us to undertake a new apportionment.
The Taft campaign was a propaganda of mental repression
and fear; it made its futile appeal to the timidity of the voters.
The Roosevelt campaign was a propaganda of accusation and
reprisal; it offered some people a fighting chance to get even
with other people.
Mr. Roostwelt had nothing to say for the widening and
deepening of the channels of enterprise. There was no thought
'n his mind to increase the volume and current of prosperity,
le contented himself with his intricate sum of long division.
He wanted to divide prosperity up.
Now, there is no reason to suppose that the Wilson ad
ministration will he any less concerned than Mr. Roosevelt is
with the establishment of economic justice between man and
man. But Wilson understands that the road to justice lies
through the cultivated fields of industrial expansion. He un
derstands that the way to get “social justice'' is to compel the
people with boots and spurs to dismount from the hacks of the
oeople with saddles and bridles on. He is determined to dou
de the productive power of the country hy unbuckling the har
ness and taking it off.
Wilson is right in insisting that what we want is more pros
perity—and that the way to gel it is to give more men a chance
to put their ambition and intelligence into the building of the
cities and the subduing of the earth. He understands that the
right way to divide prosperity is to equalize opportunity.
This is th<* secret of Wilson's success. It was shown on Tues
day that the American people agree with she president-elect
that the golden eggs of prosjierity can not be got at in bulk by
the summary dissection of the goose.
William Howard Taft
To William Howard Taft history will hr kinder than the
times in which he lived.
He was not .framed for a great executive. That fine judi
cial mind and temper balancing the even sides of great ques
tions was prejudicial to swift decision and vigorous execution,
fie would have made an ideal justice of the supreme court of
the T’nited States. And to this high aftd serener station all his
desires and ambitions moved—rather than to the presidency.
Theodore Roosevelt and another influence led his unwilling
feet to the white house at a time when they might have car
ried him to the bench.
Rut William Howard Taft is an honest, great-hearted man
and an unselfish lover of his country. And this meed of praise
•—with the responsibility for some great measures which will
surely live—must be the present epitaph upon a political ca
reer which is evidently closed.
He has occupied for four years the highest office in the
world. And he leaves it without a stain.
Theodore Roosevelt
In the cable message sent by Mr Hearst to Colonel Roosevelt
after the Milwaukee shooting are these words:
Every thoughtful American realizes how great a force you exercise
throughout our country in support of popular tights ami political liberties.
AU must hope, as I do. that neither this regrettable accident nor any
other occurrence will ever interfere with your effective and essential work
along these progressive and patriotic lines. ’•
This is a fair epitome, of the mission and motive of the redoubt
able American of Oyster Bay. W ithin these lines Colonel Roosevelt
serves his time usefully and effectively. He is the antidote to apathy’
in our public affairs. The waters of public opinion will not grow
stagnant while his vigorous mind and will agitate the current.
With astonishing vigor and consummate skill, Colonel Roosevelt
has budded a new political party. It will not die. Eor the next four
years the new party will live as a perpetual challenge to our tri
umphant Democracy to fulfill its pledgesand make good
It remains now for Colonel Roosevelt to do as he proposed to do.
and to take possession of the. Republican party for such reformation
and reinvigoration as he may able to infuse into its broken and
discouraged follow ers.
The Atlanta Georgian .
The Cringing Coward
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BEAUTY* vs. DUTY
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By WINIFRED BLACK.
WELL. well, Vido Faulkner
Page, so it's a sign of mental
deficiency to be fat! You said
so right out in meeting, your meet
ing at a big hotel in New York.
Also you said: "The woman who is
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indifferent to her looks ought to be
sent to an insane asylum."
Good news, all this, isn’t it. sis
ters ? —cheery, early morning greet
ings -but whisper, 1 don't believe a
word of it. Do you, Maj- Irwin: do
you, Fay Templeton: do you, Marie
Dressier; do you: Mrs. Cornwallis
West ?
Mental deficiency! That's good.
Why, some of the cleverest people
I know are fat, and good and fat
at that. And some of the stupid
est are little, scrawny , half-starved
creatures, who look as if they'd
break in two if you gave them a
good hug and an old-fashioned kiss.
“A woman who doesn’t care all
the time how she looks ought to go
to a sanitarium,” so you think, eh,
dear Miss Page?
Well, then, most of the women
who amount to a row of pins in
this world ought to be shut up tn
dark cells, padded at that, and never
let out again.
They Don't Have Time.
"Care all the time how she
looks?" Do you know what that
would mean to most women, dear
lady? Do you realize that the av
erage woman has Just about as
much time to devote to manicuring
her nails as the average dock la
borer ?
Manicurist, hair dresser, com
plexion specialist; why, you might
as well say gold dust from Mars to
the average every-day woman—not
the women crowding to your funny
little meetings, but the women who
count, the women whose work
amounts to something, the women
who help the world along every day.
all day, and sometimes half the
night, too.
What time has a woman with
six or seven children to give to her
complexion? If she gets the time
to take a good bath every day, that
is about as much as she can even
hope to accomplish, and mostly
she's too busy for that.
Whut hour shall she have her
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 11. 1912.
•i* batli—before breakfast, and keep
I father waiting for his coffee?
After breakfast? Who’d get the
| girl and the boy off to school, lunch
eon packed, buttons all on. pencils
in their case, books in the strap,
hair combed and faces washed?
Before jioon? Who’d make the
beds, air the rooms, sw< ep the din
ing room, order the fo-'d for the
day, luncheon on tile stioke of
i twelve?
It’s Worth the Trouble.
After lunch? Little Bobby is
home from kindergarten, his finger
is hurt anil he has to be petted a
< while; Jane has torn a hole in her
skirt; there’s a rent in the hall rug:
those curtains need rehanging.
Who’s that at the phone? There's
the door bell, ladies canvassing for
the church supper; yes, she will
give one of her fine chocolate
cakes, and a cranberry- pie, too.
What. 5 o'clock, and half the
mending not even looked at? John
will be home in half an hour or so.
and he does hate to come in and
not see the table set for dinner.
Hurry, hurry: there, dinner's
ready to the minute: just what
John likes, too. Os course, those
corncakes were a bit of trouble,
but look at John's face when ho
catches sight of them.
Eight o'clock —just a minute to
the evening paper. Nellie must
• have some help with her arithmetic
first, though. Oh. the ribbon is half
off the hat and the stockings must
be darned.
Ten o'clock, they are all in bed
asleep, all but mother. She's laying
out the little clothes to be put on in
; the morning, folding the ribbon
carefully that Mary left where It
fell, opening a window here, shut
ting a door there.
What, going to bed without a
complexion treatment! No beauty
rub tonight! Look at those hands
of yours—who would want to kiss
them; and that hair, you ought to
get it brushed at least 100 strokes a
day.
Well, well, you poor foolish good
for-nothing half-wit. you'll han tc
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go to a sanitarium tomorrow, you
!• haven't even thought of your, looks
since you wasited your face and
combed your hair this morning.
And you are not a slum dweller,
either, by a long ways, or even a
very noor woman. Well-to-do they
call you down in the little village
you camS from. Just an average,
rather better off than most Amerr
can women, and you ought to go to
an asylum because you didn't sit in
front of a glass half the day mak -
ing faces at yourself and thinking
that that would keep the old man
with the scythe away from your
door.
Thirty-five, and you look it. What
an outrage! What a" sin! Why,
your crime against your sex cries
to Heaven. Don’t you know that
it is a woman's first duty to be
beautiful?
i Children, husband, work, duty?
Pouf! whistle them down the wind;
what you want is a complexion
even if you have to get it in a box.
What you want is shiny hair and a
figure; that's the way to keep your
husband. You are away behind the
times, really, you’re hopeless, quite
hopeless.
He Certainly Has Spells.
And yet, do you know, little- vo-n
--an. that I believe you are more than
half right? 1 don't believe your
husband, John, is such a fool as
these beauty cranks would try to
make us all believe. T believe John
cares something for such women as
you without the complexion a.id
the shining hair. He certainly has
spells of acting as if he did.
And as for the rest of us. do you
know that the whole American na
tion Is held together by just such
woman as you, the plain, unassum
ing. hard-vorking little mothers 1n
the Tittle homes all over this great
soft-hearted, hard-headed country
of ours?
1 do hope Miss Page and her fol
lowers will not hear about you and
have you all sent to asylums—just
yet. Not till all the little children
are grown up and, all the hungry,
hard-working men are fed, and all
tlje lonely hearts are comforted.
I'm afraid w> xhoSld miss you, Jus*
a Util*
THE HOME PAPER
Elbert Hubbard
Writes on
Middlemen and
Menials
Civilization, HegSays, Is a Great
System of Transfers. Each
One Does the Thing He Can
Do Best and Works for the
Good of All.
By EEBERT HUBBARD
Copyright. 1912, by International News Service
ECHNIC ALLY, a middleman
[ is any one who stands between
the producer and the con
sumer.
Most -of the people who use the
expression regard a “middleman" as
an animated example of lost mo
tion, a specimen of economic slack.
Edward feellamy declared adver
tising to be an economic waste;
and he explained that the cost of
advertising was always counted in
added to the value of the ar
ticle, and was paid for by the ul
timate consumer, tie then made
his calculation that by eliminating
advertising the cost <f thS* article
to the consumer would be much
reduced.
It Gives Information.
To this argument we make no
exception, but to the assumption
that all advertising is economic
waste a demurrer must here be en
tered.
Advertising i- telling who you
‘ are, where you are, and what yoil
have to offer the world in the way
of service or commodity.
If nobody knows who you are, or
what you have to offer, you do no
business, and the world is the
loser through giving you absent
treatment.
Life is too short for the consumer
to employ detectives to ferret out
merchants who have the necessities
of life to sell. People who want to
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buy things do not catch the seller,
chloroform him and cram the or
ders into his pocket.
Parties who want milk should not
seat themselves on a stool in the
middle of the field in hope that the
cow will back up to them.
We are part and particle of each
other, but a little of the kindly glue
of human brotherhood is needed in
order to fasten us together.
Work and Appreciation
By JEAN CABELL O’NEILL.
CONFRONTING everj- ambi
tious male and female clerk
is the oft propounded query,
“Does it pay to work hard? Does
an employer appreciate faithful
service?’
Answers for or against are regu
lated more by temperament than
by experience, for some workers
believe fully that no matter what
the effort it is never appreciated—
and to this class it is impossible to
extend even hope. '
So sure are these unfortunates
of their premises it is a waste of
time to try to change their point of
view. But to the more open minds
who are not sure whether or no
their labor receives the proper meed
of applause there is some chance of
missionary work.
Granted the negative side of the
question, all of us know how much
easier it is to win to the sound of
shouts of encouragement—how
hard the lone battle is. "Your boss
doesn't know you are on earth” is
depressing certainly, but the pay
master knows, and yoai regularly
receive your stipend.
Possibly the boss thinks your
best effort is nominated in the
bond that placed you on the pay
roll. Look from his side of the
question—he pays for good service,
he doesn't promise you praise for
doing well what he has purchased
of you! Why blame him?
Do any of us throw appreciative
comments at the devoted heads of
our domestic servants? We may
wish to do so. but fear the cook or
rnald will be so Inflated by praise
she will raise her wage on us, or
become spoiled by the idea she can
not be dispensed with.
Would we consider these domes
tics entitled to go gbout sulkily be
cause. though thef- wages were
paid promptly, they were not con
stantly told how well they were
doing?
Now, we stand to our employer
• The policeman who keeps the
crossing clear and at the same tim.
informs us as to the location of th
First National bank, no doubt, i
one sense, is an economic wasp
On the other hand, he is an eco
nomic necessity. He is a necessai
middleman. He relieves the con
gestion of traffic, and, granting the
hypothesis that he does not mlsui
rect us, he speeds us on our wa;
He Is Necessary.
The musician who entertains us
the lecturer who informs us. t] P
writer who inspires us, ami tin
lawyer who shows us how to keep
out of trouble, all are middlemen.
We jjay that food is the primal
need. Next to this comes love.
People who are not properly nour
ished bicker without ceasing:
Love flees and stands aloof, nak .1
and.cold, with finger to his lips.
Granting that food is a primal
need, food then must be cooked and
a
served. The very simple service of
the cafeteria, where you flunky for
yourself and pocket your own fee.
is a necessity.
A System of Transfers.
Somebody mifet cook and sonic \
body must serve. Otherwise all of
us would have to do the thing to
ourselves, and then all of our
forts would be taken up in the
search for food and we would be
reduced to the occupation of the
cave man.
Civilization is a great system of
transfers. Each one does the thing
he can do best and works for the
good of all.
It is all for each and each for all.
There is just one way for us to
abolisli the working class, and that
is to join it.
So any man who does a needed
service for humanity should be hon
ored. There are no menial tasks.
The necessary is the worthy, and
, the useful is the sacred.
• much as our servants stand to us.
• If we understand human nature w
will praise when praise is possible
and as quickly as w-e are in the
habit of blaming some one when
things go wrong, for appreciation
of tlie efforts of man, horse or dog
stimulates to greater endeavoj.
Still it only makes for persona
unhappiness to bear a grievance on
the soul, and the clerk who gives
time to thinking he is not valued i.-
giving himself unnecessary sorrow
If you do not think you are fairly
treated move on to another spile >
of usefulness, or if you know you
can not get a better place put dis
quieting thoughts as to how the
“boss” regards you out of you
mind. After a little practice you
will find you have ceased to worrj
yourself about the matter, and
your fellows will notice you are
doing better work.
It is, of course, easier to work
finely if we know our superior offi
cer Is watching with ready smile
for our success; we are ready to
burst a blood vessel for him, silly as
this would be, as he wants highest
efficiency, not a crippled enthusi
asm.
But suppose the “boss” doesn't
know you are on earth, what then"
Can you shirk or slight your task
just because no vote of thanks got ?
with the accomplishment? If you
are better than an “eye servant"
you will do your very best for th
glory of a duty performed.
“Work is worship,” ahd those who
work “with their might as unto th-
Ixird," as the practical St. Paul ad
vised, find the labor is sweetened,
and an enthusiasm for the task Is
engendered that lifts one above th.
fret of whether any one knows you
are working well.
Try the plan, we so rarely can
have what we want, so let us de
termine to want what we have. It
certainly will ease net ven, sweeten
t< mpt-r and make the hours fly