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The Great Gains of Wo
man’s Suffrage
Worrien have won their full rights of suffrage in ten states
-states that cast in all 70 electoral votes. There can hardly he
a doubt that this number will he materially increased during the
next four years, and that in the next presidential election the
importance of the women’s vote, already conceded by politi
cians. will be enhanced to such a degree that the appeal to wom
en will have a new and transforming influence upon American
public life.
They who say that the success of the Democratic party is a
setback to woman’s suffrage must have neglected to read the re
turns. Certainly they fail to understand the force and quality
of the feminine influence that pervaded the Democratic campaign.
Although the women at the national Democratic headquar
ters demanded much more than votes for women, they never
for a moment demanded less. And they are planning to move
forward to a wider assertion of political rights and duties of
women than their sisters of the other parties seem fully to com
prehend.
The states that voted in favor of woman’s suffrage on No
vember 5 are Michigan. Kansas, Oregon and Arizona. In six
other states —California, Colorado, Washington, Idaho, Utah and
Wyoming—full rights of suffrage had already been conceded
to women.
Colleges for Poor Girls
Much criticism has followed the statement of Miss Mary
Wooley, president of Mount Holyoke college, that she does not
favor self-educated students, which has led her to explain fur
ther why she has taken such a decided stand.
“Snobbery is not at the root of my attitude.” she says,
“but a conviction that no girl can serve two masters—her col
lege and her pocketbook. Back of this work question is the
question: What does a college education mean? If it means
just book knowledge, memorizing of facts and the solving of
mathematical and scientific problems, then a girl might work
and still keep up with her classes without injury to herself.
“The majority of colleges are gradually coming to the con
clusion at which we have arrived—that girls must be prevented
from starving their way through college. They starve when they
do not eat proper food; that is another reason why I do not ap
prove of self-educated students.”
Yet no girl ought to be barred from securing an education
because she is poor. Miss Wooley’s theory would restrict edu
cation to the daughters of wealth and bar those to whom it
would give the greatest benefits.
Advising College “Infants”
With almost heartless indifference for the feelings of those
most important individuals, college freshmen and sophomores,
President James, of Illinois university, speaks of them as “in
fants.” And he continues:
"Many failures In college work of the first two years can be directly
traced to alcohol and tobacco. Seniors and juniors might build up an excel
lent tradition if they would prohibit freshmen and sophomores from smoking
and drinking."
President James believes there is a time and place for all
things, and he warns his charges that they can learn to play
poker at any crossroads, whereas what they can do better at
college than anywhere else is to develop their intellects.
This will probably seem hard to the “infants,” whose ideas
of importance are concentrated in a pipe, a glaring hat band and
a knowledge of “draw.” but it is good, sound doctrine, just the
same. . r
The Father of Shorthand
By the REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
IT was three hundred and twen
ty-two years ago that Peter
Bales published his “Writing
Schoolmaster,’’ the world’s first
book on the system of writing
known as "shorthand.”
It seems to be a well established
fact that the more advanced na
tions of antiquity had something
that was to a certain extent equiv
alent to our present-day art of rap
id writing; but during the dark
ness of the Middle Ages all prac
tical acquaintance with the short
hand systems of Greece and Rome
faded completely away, and it was
not until the closing decade of the
sixteenth century, with the publica
tion of Bales' book, that the lost
art began to revive.
Bales' system was a clumsy one,
clumsy from its very completeness,
since it contained an arbitrary sign
for every word in the English lan
guage. but ft was a system of quick
writing, a system that worked,
however inadequately; and as such
it was a new departure from the
slow caligraphy which had pre
vailed for many centuries. A truce
had been declared with the old, a
call had been thrown out to the
new, and It was only a matter of a
.-bort time when the Idea would
in fullest results.
Between the day on which Bales
ib.'i iH'd his book and the pres
ent ttin ovt i six hundred distinct
•yst< ns of shorthand have ap-
I" 11 I. and while each one of them
was In one way or another an Im
provement on Bales, they are all
afui the realisation oi the one Idea
that Bales was the first to give the
modern world—the idea of quick
writing.
It was a great idea, and it goes
without saying that the man who
put it Into cur heads deserves a
niche in the ’’Hall of Fame" along
with the other real benefactors of
humanity.
It is quite unnecessary to insist
upon the advantages of shorthand.
They are obvious and they are
weighty. It would be quite impos
sible to transact the mighty volume
of present-day business without our
system of shorthand. The commer
cial value today of the idea that
was whispered into the world's ear
more than three centuries ago by
the quaint Englishman goes up into
the hundreds of millions.
Indeed, if we had suddenly to go
back to longhand many lines of
business would suffer a great loss,
the law courts would be paralyzed,
political campaigns would be held
up. the press would be mightily
hampered, and in a thousand ways
we would feel the absence of the
stenographer.
The Father of Shorthand is de
scribed to us by his contemporaries
as a wonderful man In many ways.
He was a great student, a dear
lover of science, an ardent natur
alist, and a ta|jgr of such bril
liant parts that he shone even
among the brightest of the Oxon
ians It was only as a diversion
that he took up caligraphy, the
pastime In which he was destined
to be of such lasting service to
mankind.
The Atlanta Georgian
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While walking through a crowded downtown street the other day,
1 heard a little urchin to his comrade turn and say: •
“Say. Jimmy, let me tell youse, I'd be happy as a elAm
If 1 only was de fellew dat me mudder links I am.
‘‘ (lee. Jim, she tinks dat I’m a wonder, and she knows her little lad
Could never mix wid nothin’ dat was ugly, mean or bad.
Lots er times I sits and. tinks how nice ’twould be, gee whiz,
if a feller only was de feller dat his mudder tinks he is!”
My friends, be yours a life of toil or undiluted joy.
You still can learn a lesson from tjiis small unlettered boy.
Don’t, aim to be an earthly saint with your eyes fixed on a star;
Just try to he the feller that your mother thinks you are.
' —ANON.’
Bulgaria Recognized as the Champion of
Christendom
OUT of his fields of roses, where
the precious attar distills its
fragrance in the balmy air;
out of his orchards of purple
plums; out of his silk plantations
and his waving seas of tasseled
corn; down from his hilly pastures
and hie oak-crowned mountains,
the Bulgar has suddenly strode be
fore the world’s astonished eyes,
with the sword of Mars in his hand
and the wings of Victory fluttering
over him!
In the heart of old Europe, where
the "Great Powers” had divided the
land, and severed the peoples, and
balanced the forces, and trodden
justice and religion and race under
foot, to suit their own selfish pur
poses, a new power has arisen with
the unexpectedness and the resist
less might of a volcanic island em
erging from the sea. To the aston
ishment and dismay of the diplo
mats, the old slave song of submis
mission is no longer heard- op the
lips of these warriors of the Bal
kans, fighting for the faith of their
fathers, the honor of their wives,
and the future of their children.
Changed Face of Europe.
The Bulgarian Mars is a real g ’d
of war, such as the world has not
seen in these latter days. He is a
comet in whose light the stars
grow dim. He fears nothing, and
he achieves the impossible. The
guns of English battleships. the
threatening gleam of Russian and
German bayonets, and the vaunted
terror of the Mohammedan crescent
and scimitar are naught In his eyes.
Numerical odds he brushes aside
like chaff. Greater than all num
bers Is the strength of his daunt
less heart
Like a thunderboH lie has de-
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 1912.
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
• molished tradition. In a few weeks
he has changed the face of Europe.
In one withering campaign he has
flung the shredded vanner of the
Turk back upon the trembling
cusps of the Golden Horn! What
all Christendom could not accom
plish in six centuries he has achiev
ed before the autumn moon that
shone over his first victory could
return again in her circled orb!
He has filled Islam with the first
terror that has shivered through
its veins since the cry of "Allah
akbar!” began to resound under
the domes of Santa Sophia. Could
even we, looking on across the
ocean, with patience see him robbed
of the fruits of his victory? Once
achieved, could any power really
rob him of those fruits?
Inherited Love of Liberty,
And who is the Bulgar, this new
phenomenon in the human arena?
The papulation of Bulgaria, at the
latest census, was something over
four millions—less than the popula
tion of the city of New York. Os
these about three and a quarter
million are Bulgars. Yet, if re
ports are not exaggerated, they
have put two hundred thousand
men into the field! They are a
fighting race, although this is the
first time since the Turk entered
Europe that they have been per
mitted to show their true finali
ties They would not have been
permitted to do that now if they
had not acted so quickly that the
great Christian (?) powers had no
opportunity to intervene. But with
the prestige that they have now
won who will dare to undo their
work?
The Bulgar is by race a Finn.
His ancestors came into the Bal-
• kan region from the valley of the
Volga in the seventh century. The
Russians have recently learned how
the Finnish race loves liberty! The
first Bulgars in the Balkans con
quered a place for themselves; then
they settled down and, to a certain
extent, blended with those whom
they had begun by subduing. For a
i
time they won glory in war, but
afterward they almost dropped out
of sight while the great nations
around them were developed.
But to every one his turn. The
selftshness, the forgetfulness, and
the neglect of Europe have fur
nished the Bulgars their opportu
nity.
A short month ago Bulgaria was
of less importance than a pawn, left
behind and unsupported, on the
chess board. Not one reader in
twenty knew where to look for Bul
garia on the map of the world. To
day she stands crowned in the king
row. She is, for the moment, the
most powerful piece on the board.
She has the advantage of position.
She is protected by the conscience
of the world.
Champion of Christendom.
She has made herself the cham
pion of Christendom. What unholy,
self-seeking hand will venture to
touch her on the-shoulder and say:
“Go back! Let the Turk up again;
he is useful to ME?”
The events now enacting around
Constantinople have already pro
duced n revolution, and' volumes
will be written about them and
their consequences. Reader, you
may tell your grandchildren with
pride that you SAW THE COM
ING OF THE BULGAR Happy
are those who see history when she
makes a stride!
THE! HOME PAPER
Do rot h y D i x
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Writes on
The
Unwelcome (
Wife 1
Her Onlv Chance I
For Happiness, or j
Even Peace of
Mind, Is to Get
Away Where Her 1
Heart Will Not
Be Stabbed Daily.
IGET a great many tearful let
ters from women who say that
their husbands are a-weary of
them, and wish to be rid of them.
These wives write that their hus
bands are brutally frank, and tell
them to their faces what burdens
they are, how they hate them, and
how they long for dealh, or di
vorce.
One woman writes; “My husband
says that he must certainly have
been drunk when he picked me out
for a wife." Another woman says
that her husband is always won
dering why some kind friend didn’t
put him in a lunatic asylum when
he announced that he was going
to marry her. Still another says
that her husband is always saying
that if he hadn't been fool enough
to tie up with her he could marry a
rich widow.
What She Should Do.
After relating these insults, and
telling how they are neglected and
mistreated by their husbands, these
women wind up their letters by
saying: “What shall I do? Shall I
leave my husband or not?”
That depends on whether a wom
an has the soul of an upstanding
human being, or of a dog. To any
woman with one drop of free, in
dependent blood in her veins, or
one shred of self-respect in her
character, there should be no such
question. She would have packed
her trunk and left at the very first
intimation that her husband no
longer wanted her, and felt her a
burden upon him. One can no more
understand a woman lingering
along as a palpably unwelcome wife
than one can understand a woman
continuing to remain at ’a place
where she knows herself to be an
unwelcome guest.
That a wife would stay on with a
husband who is tired of her and
who wants to be rid of her is the
more strange, because she is in
such a bad situation that nothing
could be worse. Whatever ills she
might fly to would be less endura
ble than those she suffers.
Certainly’, to a sensitive woman
there can be no torture worse than
to live in the close relationship of
marriage with a man who hates
her; to be forced to note his averted
glances; to know’-that he begrudges
her even the very bread she eats
and the clothes upon her back.
The Wise Woman.
Her only chance for happiness, or
even peace of mind, under such cir
cumstances is to go aw;ay where
her heart will not be stabbed daily
by’ cold looks, where she will be free
of insults and reproaches, and
where she can live her life in quiet
and self-respect, as she can not do
as an undesired wife.
If a man has money the law will
force him to provide for the wife
he wishes to discard. As a matter
of fact, he will be willing to pay
out good money to get rid of her,
and if the woman is wise she will
put aside sentiment and come down
to brass tacks and drive a hard
November
1 By CHESTER FIRKINS.
OT by the winds that blow:
I by the chills that grow;
Not by the golden glow
Os hearthside ember;
But buy the new fur coat;
Buy collarette de throat;
Buy hubby s (my) poor goat.
I know November.
Ob. do not think I sigh;
Oh. mark not the gray sky;
Oh. don't with hot mince pie
My Joys dismember!
Owe but the furnace bill;
Owe but the payments till
Ihe lease—next year—we kill;
I hat dear Nov-mber.
By DOROTHY DIX
’ bargain with him. if he is poo:
and has no money with which to
pay for his freedom, she does well
to go anyway, for there is no other
laborer on earth ifho works so hard
and gets so little pay as a poor
man’s wife. Her only reward is
the love and appreciation of het
husband. and if she doesn't get
these her labor is profitless indeed.
There is no woman of ordinary
sense and health who can’t make a
living in these days and be treated
decently in the bargain, and so
there is no reason for a wife re
maining with a. husband who tells
her how tired lie is of her and re
proaches her with being alive, ex
. cept that she wants to stay.
• Unfortunately, there are plenty of
women who justify the old adage,
"a woman, a dog and a walnut
tree, the more you beat them, the
better they be.” Such women sim
ply thrive on ill treatment, and the
more they are kicked and insulted,
the tighter they cling to a man.
Nobody need waste any sympa
thy on them, for they are having
the time of their lives when they
are bedewing your parlor carpet
with tears, and taking up your time
telling how their husbands neglect
and ill use them. They are span
iels that crawl back to kiss the
hand that strikes them, and they
are subjects for our contempt rath
er than our pity.
Enjoy Their Misery.
Nothing can be done for these
women except to leave them to en
joy their misery and to revel in
whining. They are spineless crea
tures, worms of the dust without
enough backbone in them even to
turn, but the woman who has a
few sections of vertebrae, enough to
make her resent being an unwel
come wife, has just one chance to
get back her lost happiness.
And that is by leaving her hus
band. and giving him a chance to
find out that the blessing he has de
spised is more necessary to his well
being than he has realized. Noth
ing makes a woman of such value
in a man's eyes as to be unattain
able. Also nothing makes a man so
indifferent to a woman as for her to
be always Sally-on-the-spot. The
chief reason that men make negli
gent husbands is because they
cherish the idea that a wife is
something you can’t lose.
Therefore, a wife’s one and only
chance to win back the husband
who frankly tells her he is weary of
her and sorry he married her is to
go away and leave him, and give
him the opportunity to find out how
much he misses her, and how much
she is necessary to his happiness. If
he cares for her at all. absence will
quicken love, and he will come back
to her a repentant and a chastened
husband.
If he doesn't come back, if he
really does loathe her, as he says,
then the sooner she knows it. and
can set about making a life of hei
> own. the better for her.
