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EDITORTAG 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 8, 1878. •subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mall, $5.00 a year. Payable in advance. The South The President Sees in a Change at Washington a Greater and £ Fuller Opportunity For This Section of the Nation. That was an altogether graceful and patriotic utterance of President Taft, when, in welcoming the Daughters of the Con federacy to Washington Tuesday, he expressed the opinion that the coming to the national capital of a Democratic administra tion will bring the South into a fuller and more desirable part nership in the nation’s affairs. The South, at least, will accept the president’s words in good faith, and give him credit for a large measure of sincer ity in saying them when and where he did. It must not be forgotten, and particularly must the South not forget it, that Mr. Taft, as president, has shown by substan tial deeds his professed friendship toward this immediate section. He went to Louisiana to find a chief .justice of the supreme court of the United States—he went to Tennessee and to Georgia to find two associate justices. He has spent much of his time in the South—he has loved to mingle with Southern people, and he has said so, time and again, frankly and freely. His most inti mate personal military aide, the lamented Archie Butt, was a Southerner. The South, in rejoicing that Wilson is to be the president following Mr. Taft, should not be—and will not be—unmindful of the fact that President Taft, whatever his political blunders and misconceptions, and conceding to all men a wide freedom of thought as to that, has been always an executive of honesty of purpose and integrity of action. He may not rank with some others in the matter of political sagacity; the charge that he has been a “kind hearted gentleman, surrounded by men who knew exactly what they wanted’’—may be more or less true— but it will not be denied that Mr. Taft, has been catholic and broadminded in his ideals, and has desired to he a president of all the people. The South, while rejoicing that a change is to come in the conduct of the national government, inclines not to gloat that political misfortune has overtaken the president, nor yet to sus pect aught of guile or unworthiness within the loyal heart of him. The South never will feel that Mr. Taft has intended to be other than friendly to it, however much it may realize, as he says, that his hands have been in a degree lied and his high purposes and desires thwarted time and afcain by circumstances over which he had no control. Real Democracy Is Good Business The president-elect broke his post-election silence to say one thing, to wit: That honest business has nothing to fear from a gen uine DemocrStic administration. Under the existing circumstances this assurance was well con ceived, and it was timely enough. But the day will come when such an assurance will be superfluous under any circumstances. The day will come when every schoolboy will understand that sound democracy and sound business are interchangable terms— that the principles of legitimate and prosperous commerce and in dustry are simply a transcript of the fundamental ideas of the democratic order. In illustration of this truth, consider the following propositions: DEMOCRACY CAN NOT EXPAND AND FLOURISH UN LESS THERE IS A FREE CAREER FOR TALENT—NEITHER CAN THE WORLD OF BUSINESS. Whenever the pathways to personal power are clogged by privileges and prerogatives and are thus closed to men of original and creative enterprise, democracy languishes. And so does busi ness. Democracy, in flinging wide the gates of opportunity and offer ing an equal chance to every man. does not mean to offer prizes to limber egotism or long-winded greed. It means to clear the way for a rivalry in good works—a race in which the servant of the people shall be the winner of the laurel crown. Where the same rule does not obtain in the industrial order, enterprise degenerates into sodden monopoly. And monopoly paralyzes business. REAL DEMOCRACY IS BASE!) UPON FREE CONTRACT AND MUTUAL INTEREST. IT IS THE SAME WITH SOUND BUSINESS. U When political advantages are wrung from the majority by fraud, the energy of free government is diminished. And when economic advantages are wrested from the people by commercial duress, the volume of business runs thin. Men are not free when they are in need: and there can be no fair bargaining between hun gry men and those who are well fed. I'he prosperity of anv rests upon the freedom of all. REAL DEMOCRACY AND SOUND BUSINESS LIVE BY DISCOVERY AND PROGRESS. NEITHER C\\ LIVF IN \ STATE OF REPOSE AND ROUTINE. The freedom of free government requires that the mass of the people shall have effective economic power—i. e., the power to change and improve their occupations. Where political servitude and commercial stagnation exist, they are both due to a low voltage of social motion. The political problem and the economic problem both arise from lhe fact that there are more job-seekers than jobs. I he solution of both problems lies in the releasing of creative forces and the increasing of the momentum of enterprise. Wher ever there are more opportunities of advancement than there are men knocking at the gates, the antagonism between labor and cap ital vanishes. Ihe antagonism between lhe majority and the minor ity vanishes also. Thus one might go on indefinitely multiplying the likenesses between real democracy and sound business. A book or a whole library might be written on the subject But the point is missed until the lesson is brought home that the likeness is more than a likeness It is an identity. The two grand idealisms of the modern world the enthusiasm of business and the passion for democracy are at bottom on,. nud the same tiling. i. J 1 IH ' Vl l<,V I" Till'. HEALIZA l'»N OF DEMOt RACY The Atlanta Georgian The Outside Man Drawn By TAD. - Arr'M- 111 . i IL O f !'<.'% I v • x '' I T wF' 1 ; -W A-- a L. LL - _• N _ > ---—;;gaßßsnawyi, eWgaTipi: • -far- . .Ju r ill! Il ' F iiij ■ f F Hill F f |i w[|l H Even though without ’tis stormy weather I drink; yon drink; we drink together. The man outside looks through the pane And wishes he were a man again. Our time is now—we lead our livgs. And we forget the man who strives \ © About Books * Bv ELBERT V Copyright. 1012, International News Service. ” MAN'S rtrsi great invention -i was the scheme whereby a vocal sound stands for a spe cific thought. Then language was born. The second great invention, and the greatest one in the world yet, was making an arbitrary mark stand for a vocal sound. This was the secret of Cadmus, the Phoenician, who invented the alphabet. Twenty-six little crooked marks called letters, and seven punctua tion marks this is the equipment of a writer. Os course. It must be taken for granted that the man has thoughts. But what thought is, no one vet has ever attempted to say. A book is the utilization of the Cadmean invention. As we grow in spirit and mentality we wmt fewer books anfl better books. Hooka are not so much to teach us as to suggest and m ike us think for ourselves IVadimt I.- ,evelation Y><u like that Utllhoi Otllj WHO retie* ts >o'll Hl 'I 1.v1.l In the book > ott tli’ii'U'l > q. self < tidy tin 'Cpb'.'- I'HUKSDAY. NOVEMBER 14, 1912. •I- more mind reads much and delves *< and dives into bookish depths. Small boys think it a great ac complishment to be able to see un der water. The real achievement is I to see in the open air, out in the sunshine, in God’s great out-of doors. Do not dive too deep into books, otherwise you will get metaphysi cal mud in your glimmers, and memorise, not think. Do not worship a book. You | would never worship the author if you knew him. Treat a book with dignity. Stand shoulder to shoulder with an author. Love his book, but don't munch it. Good books are companions. It is beautiful to live neighbor to Ralph Waldo Emerson and call to him over the back fence or help yourself tn his Garden of Allah. This is what Alcott did. Alcott had a great crop of girls, but was short on beets, carrots and onions, iHS’ati-e Alcott would not pull pig weed and make war on purslum - call it ’'pussiey” if you prefer, A book is the garden of the I mind. Tin r. is no use wallowing rn li. but It I- Wv.-t to veutcm- To gain a foothold on the sands. And shows the world his empty hands. \Ve see bur once Dame Fortune’s smile. And if we tarry but awhile We are the men outside the pane Whose chance will never come again. —Frederic A. Wilson. ” plate. Xml the curious thing is, tile more posies you pick from one of these gardens of the mind the more there ate left. Be on good terms with the great; touch tingertlps with Robert Louis; greet Tammas, the Techy Titan, with a smile, even if he only re turns it with a grunt; laugh with Rousseau; learn with Hugo, the master of the short sentence; sigh with old On>jr and •«> of them all. | blessed by your own divinity, your own insight, your own apprecia tion, you will be able to sit at the speaker’s table in Valhalla with Plato, Pericles, Aristotle, Coperni cus, while Dante the solemn passes the brown bread. A book is the record of a life. It Is what the grain of the tree is to the wood; It is a history of a struggle for existence. In a book you get the best that a man has ever thought or done or said. The dross, the lees—th« com monplace. the transient—all are omitted. Ait) book that liv-f twenty ti\e . years liu*> seen a .lem-ration die j anti ba- be.n api'e -iuted by t ■ .< ilecau • s THE HOME PAPER Garrett P. Serviss Writes on “Super dreadnoughts” £ Il Will They Prove Themselves To Be Dinosaurs of the s.-a t iv. rgrowtli Destroyed the Arm ,-d M<,nsi..r> ,>!' .lui'a"sie Timo and Armored Knights of Middle Ages—America Will Be Ready To Meet Situation When Big Battle ships Cease To Be Valuable. By GARRETT P. SERVISS. I STOOD close beside the mighty •> battleship New York as she rushed, with an anthem of vic tory that shook the air, down the ringing grooves which led from her huge cradle to the salt tide waters that are to be her home. Never have I heard another such diapason played by any Instrument made with human hands. The ground trembled, the atmosphere was turned into a gigantic lute, with every string in accordant vi bration. The strange birth-song of the rushing ship, blending with the roar of a thousand Welcoming whis tles and the cheers from fifty thou sand throats, made a concert of triumphant melodies that will al ways ring in my ears. The overwhelming effect was partly the result of surprise; I had not expected that the gyeat battle ship would go singing to the sea. Her voice was one to make every patriotic heart beat quicker. There was in it no tone of doubt or fear. It was the anticipatory chant of battle and of victory. How Great Will They Grow? But as 1 looked upon her huge steel hulk I could not but ask my self: How many more of these war monsters must we build before the reign of peace shall come? How much greater must they grow be fore they disappear entirely? Biologists tell us that the armed monsters of Jurassic times grew so vast, so heavy, so unwleldly, that their kind perished through over growth. Will it be the same with these steel monsters of man’s mak ing? Do they not resemble the ar mored knights of the Middle Ages, who at length could hardly carry themselves upright on their over burdened horses? The invention of gunpowder and of bullets that fly i 2,000 feet in a second put an end to armor for soldiers. In maritime warfare armor lias been the latest instead of the earliest development, but can it continue to be effective when guns are made which, at a distance of five miles, send their shells through the thickest belts of steel? On the sea as on the land will not armor be abandoned and the fate of battles be decided by TheSanjak of Novi Bazar By JAMES J. MONTAGUE. IN the land'where the Turk was accustomed to lurk, Snug and safe in his lowly thatched harem, 1 here were glad golden days for the Pashas and Beys, Ere the Bulgars came down there to scare 'em. Leading sextuple lives with a half dozen wives, ,*/ And never a family jar. I hey wer£ in pretty rich, were these Turks, among which \\ as the Sanjak of Novi Bazar. Then the rough, rural folk in the Balkans awoke. Ami with expletive Turkish “By Recks,'’ Swore the heel of the Turk had come sorely to irk The supplian scruff of their necks. Which saying, they shot up the Pashas a lot. And soon they had fleeing afar All the once haughty Beys, but a head a long ways Was the Sanjak of Novi Bazar. So now there’s a throne that is left all alone $ In a coutry where din and dissension Are so often the case that one might think the place AV as a prolonged' Chicago convention. And the Novi Jambeek has an ad in this week, Reading: WANTED—A man who’s a star, And who’ll hustle right in to a fight he can’t win— To be Sanjak of Novi Bazar. I haven t the pelf for the journey myself, And that may he possibly why For this excellent chance for a life of romance 1 do not rush out and apply. But Bryan has still got his future to fill. < And ns for our old friend T. IL, line woud certainly think, since he can't he a Kink, !!• d be Sanjak of Novi Bazar. • swiftness of movement and length of reach? The New York is called a “super dreadnought," and she looks it! Her cost is $6,000,000. Possibly we shall soon see super-super dread noughts, costing double the money, but we can not go on forever in that way. These dinosaurs of the sea must ultimately give pl*ce to other forms less unwleldly, more active, quicker in movement, bet ter fitted to survive amidst the change of environment that is now rapidly coming over the whole world. Conquest Will Alter War. The conquest of the air and that of the submarine depths will soon, alter the conditions of warfare. Man’s activities are no longer con fined to the surface of the earth and the sea; he soars above the one and dtves beneath the other, and, still filled with the spirit of battle, he carries his Instruments of de struction with him wherever he goes. Wnen it will all end, who can tell? The way to universal peace is not the way of disarmament. As long as other nations continue to build super-dreadnoughts we must build them, and build them better than anybody else. Their abolition will not come through the preach ing of any theory, but through the teachings of the next great war. We were the first, taught by the experiences of war, to build ar mored ships; perhaps we shall also be the first to show that something better can be Is Result of Experience. No advance was ever achieved upon .the earth that was not the result of experience. The teachings of one experience endure and must | be utilized until the next comes in its turn, and those who triumph are those who the most promptly meet the new conditions as they arise. The New York, with her battle song upon her steel lips, is the mighty mistress of the seas to day; tomorrow her hour may be passed. But of one thing we may feel sure, w hatever the demands of the morrow may be America • will know how to meet them.