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ATLANTA—“Dixie’s City
of Beautiful Homes”
R W 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.
In 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.
In Atlanta, every home is detached. It 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 arc 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.
Out 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 homos 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 South”—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
f 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 inarch 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: What does a college education mean! If it means
just book knowl*»dge, 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
i elusion 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.
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. hut never
theless his bride; guests, including the loading bankers 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. Lowry.
This aged couple might well stand as a model for young
America. The colonel, a hale, high-minded, successful man. and
the woman whose encouragement and love were newer failing
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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 yon.se, I’d be happy as a clam
If I only was de fellew dat me mudder tinks I am.
“Gee, 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 ean learn a lesson from this small unlettered boy.
Don t 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
OCT 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 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 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 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 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
ber- is tile strength of his daunt
less heart.
Like a thunder l«»ll lie i.is d<-
TUESDAY. NOVEMBER 12. 1912.
By GARRETT P.
• molfshed 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 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 w ho 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 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 Kuigui Ik by race a Finn.
Hi- nuee>tois I'aine 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
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.
Sl»e 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 a 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 HCI.< AR Happy
arc those who see history when she
makes u stride'
THE HOME PAPER
Dorothy Dix
Writes on
The
Unwelcome <
Wife
Her Only Chance , - r
For Happiness, or P ■
Even Peace of
Mind, Is to Get
Away Where Her
Heart Will Not
Be Stabbed Daily. x
By DOROTHY DIX
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
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 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 hot 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
By CHESTER FIRKINS.
NOT 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’s (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
My j°ys dismember!
Owe but the furnace bill;
Owe hut the payments till
Th<- lease—next year—we kill.
That dear Xovember.
" 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 reward is
the love and appreciation of her
hysband. 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
women who justify the old adag
"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 carpe:
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 fysr 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 her
own. the better for her.