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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 S, HT». Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mall, J 5.00 a year. Payable in advance. ATLANTA—“Dixie’s City of Beautiful Homes” 1 ». * M A Civic Ideal That Makes for Health, Wealth, and Happiness— Atlanta’s Beautiful Resident Sections Are in Thorough Keeping With the Most Rational Municipal Progress. Surely. Atlanta righteously may call herself Dixie’s city of beautiful homes. No other city approximating Atlanta’s population so nearly is justified in assuming the proud eminence and distinction*such a claim carries. No civic ideal is more worthy the emulation of other mu nicipalities no civic idea more surely guarantees the happi ness. the comfort, and the material progress of a people! There are no typical city” blocks in Atlanta—there are no monotonous rows of so-called homes; narrow’, cramped, and tall, lighted and ventilated from one direction only, as a rule, and never from more than two directions, at, best. Tn Atlanta, families are not crowded into houses jammed onto little lots of land, averaging from 16 to 20 feet in width by 40 to 60 in depth. Such excuses for “homes’” are reserv ed for other cities than the Gate City of the South. Tn Atlanta, every home is detached. *lt is lighted and ven tilated from four sides, with a generous bit of lawn in front, and a roomy yard in the rear. The children of Atlanta are not reared on the sidewalks, nor in make-believe parks. They grow up healthy and strong, because they live in homes that are homes—in residences that are independent of one another and both their souls and bodies are filled to overflowing with God’s sunshine and His abundant fresh air. Ont beautiful Peachtree, along Ponce DeLeon avenue, in Ansley Park, and Piedmont avenue—by way of Washington street, and lovely West End. In any and in all directions, At lanta’s beautiful homes impress and make glad the eye. Atlanta has been called, in complimentary terms, “the Chi cago of the South.” That is the Atlanta of skyscrapers, of hur rying throngs of business men, of crowded shopping districts, and of tremendous bank clearings. But the Atlanta of beautiful homes is not “the Chicago of the S<#ith”—it*is the Atlanta of the nation. It is unique, distinctive, and glorious, all in its own way! Atlanta may have made mistakes in city building here and there. It is a city of human beings, and inevitably it must go wrong at times. But in one magnificent idea it has gone wrong not at all. and that is in the idea that its homes must be de tached. sanitary, ample, and inviting in the last degree. Bye and bye. the problem of the smoke, the puzzle of the inadequate and un-Atlantaesque streets, and civic crimes of sim ilar persuasion, will be solved—solved in such away that At lanta’s splendid title, “Dixie’s City of Beautiful Homes.” shall be forever and finally established in its completed aspect. And. after all is said and done, after all the day’s business has been reckoned and the forward march of material progress noted in the record of the times, homes are what make a city —homes, real homes, make it happy, prosperous, desirable, and great, in the best and bravest sense of the words. For home is where the heart is—and there real content eventually abides, if anywhere! 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: W hat 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 al which we hate 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.” ct 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 tl»pse to whom it would give the greatest benefits. Love and Success A grand old man. the friend of thousands, the enemy of none, with a record for fairness, honesty, ability and energy his bride to whom he was married fifty years ago, but never theless his bride; guests, including the leading hankers of the country and the most prominent men in all walks of life in the South that was the golden wedding of Colonel and Mrs. Robert J. Lowrv. • litis aged couple might well stand as a model for young America. Ihe colonel, a hale, high-minded, successful man. and kJ he woman whose encouragement ami love were never failing, ■>iill sweethearts at seventi. The Atlanta Georgian Another Fellow Drawn Bv TAD. — ; ' £1 ' li ' ij X ' - l i 1 v* >'» * j < Li- to TO" \ K / TO \ W ’ >// ' ' l TvTO' iii ‘- .hi;ll ! M MtyBTO ~ *F 'i ' ~ IW[CL I I • > ' r • ? While walking through a crowded downtown street the other dav. 6 $ I heard a little urchin to his comrade turn and say: s “Say, Jimmy, let me tell vouse, I’d be happy as a clam If I only was de fellow dat me mudder tinks I am. > i “Gee. Jim, she tinks dat I'm a wonder, and she knows her little lad. Gould never mix wid nothin' dat was ugly, mean or bad. i 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, < \ ou still can learn a lesson from this small unlettered boy. Don '! aim to be an earthly saint with your eyes fixed on a star; Just try to be 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 slums; out of his silk plantations and his waving seas of tasseled corn; down* from his hilly pastures and Ills' 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 ow n selfish pur poses, a new pow er 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 on 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 god of war, such as the world has not seen tn 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 Kriisian and German bayonets, anil the vaunted terror of the Mohammedan crescent and seimltai are na'nght in his eyes. Numerical odds tic brush' s i Ide like chaff Greater than nil num bers is Hie strength of hi» daunt less heat t Like a 111111111. I Ixol lie 11.1- lie- 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 winner 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 I|!am with the first terror that has shivered through its veins since the cry of "Allah akbar!” began tn 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 population 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 quali ties They would not h'ave been permitted to do that now if they had not acted so quickly that the great Christian (?) powers had no opportunity v, intervene But with the prestige that they have now. won who will dare to undo their work ” TH.' Bulgur is by n<. a l inn His incest..i . came.into tit. Bal- * X kun 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 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 selfishness, 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. 'hampion of Christendom. She has matte herself the cham pion of Christendom. What unhqly, 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 a revolution, mid volumes will be written about them and their consequences. Reader, yon may tell your gr indehilfircn with pride that you SAW THE COM ING or THE Bl’l.GAll Happy hi. those wlm », .> history when she lnxl.>>* .. ->1'1.1..' THE HOME PAPER Dorothy D i x Writes on The Unwelcome tdro Wife 1 ler ()nly Chance For Happiness, or - / . Even Peace of Mind, Is to Get Away Where Her Heart Will Not Be Stabbed Daily. I GET 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 death, 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 un welcome gue st. 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 away 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«i Aian 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 By CHESTER FIRKINS. N’ OT by the winds that blow; Not by the ehills that grow; Not by’ the golden glow Os hearthside ember: But buy the new fur coat; Buy collarette de throat; Buy hubby'4 (my) poor goat, I know November. Oh, do not think I sigh; Oh, mark not the gray sky; Oh. don't with hot mince pie M\ jo>s dismember! Owe bill the furnace hill; One but jhe payment* till The lease- next year we kill; That <!*• ir Xov-mher. By DOROTHY DIX * bargain with him. If he Is poor 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 who works so hard and gets so little pay as a poor man’s wife. Her only rew-ard* 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 he 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 womyi, 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 spam 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 backbond in them even to turn, but the woman who has a few- sections of vertebrae, enough to make her resent being an unwel come w-ife, 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 hissing 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 w-ife 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 foe 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 be really- does loathe her, as he says, then the sooner she knows it, and can set about making a life of her . own, the better for her.