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The Automobile Business
Is Only in Its Babyhood
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One Mau Is Making $600,000 a Month Out of His Part Interest
in One Single Machine—That Is Only the Beginning. Who
Will Be the Real Automobile Builder?
Before long in this country somebody is going to manufacture
1,000.000 automobiles every year.
Who will be that man?
He and his company—it will be too big for one man, perhaps—
will make a net profit, of $25,000,000 to $50,000,000 a year—and he
entitled to it.
A car will cost less than SSOO. perhaps less than S4OO.
It will be sold for about SSO more than it costs to make.
It will he a car built for strength and endurance, for sufficient,
but limited speed.
It will be made nearly entirely of metal, little of any wood
about it, little of any upholstery.
It will be arranged so that il can be used for a delivery wagon
or mechanic's wagon all through the week, and a pleasure vehicle
for the family on Sundays or in the evening.
It will he arranged also—-and what inventor will give us this
feature in a hurry—in such away that the owner will he able to
utilize the power of the engine for work of all kinds.
The farmer will jump into his machine, go out two or three
miles or more to the piece of land that he is clearing, and then use
the machine for power to run a stump puller.
Or he will take his machine out to the fruit, orchard, jack up
the two rear wheels, put the weight of his own body and half the
weight of the car on a disc harrow, AND DISO HARROW HIS
ORCHARD WITH THE BOWER OF THE MACHINE THAT
TOOK HIM TO HIS WORK.
He will go to another place where his truck farm needs irriga
tion. The engine in his car will be hooked up to the pump, and
the irrigating will he done.
Who is going to manufacture a million cars a year? Where is
the man big enough ? Some one, or some company, is going to do it.
The car will be built TO LAST AND TO WORK. It will be
busy all day. It will put out of business more than half a dozen
horses—and a good thing.
All the grass and hay and corn and oats that we can spare we
need for cows to give milk, and for beasts to give meat.
The more quickly the horses go. the better for the farmer and
for the whole country.
Who will supply the combination automobile?
Who will give us the car to take the farmer and his hands to
work, and when they get there supply the power to do the work?
What car will take a sawyer off to the saw mill and then run
the saw the rest of the day?
What car will take the house cleaner to the big city house, and
then run the vacuum pump to pull all the dust out of the house and
send it down the sewer or burn it ?
Let no one tell you that the automobile business is being over
done.
As great as the invention of the steam engine is the invention
of the explosive gas engine that takes men at high speed and safely.
The wonderful car at low price will come.
And the wonderful car for a high price—-and worth the price
will persist and increase in efficiency.
Automobiles on wings will carry human beings through the air.
Automobiles will carry men along the road, automobiles will
carry mechanics to their work and help them DO their work when
they get there.
The man who gets $600,000 a month out of his automobile busi
ness now is entitled to it—he gives the country a great deal more
than the country gives him.
But, unless he grows, he will be small compared to the man
that one day will build a million machines each year, and make a
fortune equal to that of John D. Rockefeller, by selling the best pos
sible article AT THE LOWEST POSSIBLE COST.
An Ample Navy and a Mer
chant
Secretary Meyer believes that, there has heen a distinct change
of sentiment in the present congress which will he so much more
favorable to a greater navy as to justify him in asking for three
super-dreadnoughts.
The appropriation for only one battleship by the congress
which adjourned in August last left the United States as low or
lower than the fourth rank among the nations.
It will require at least three new dreadnoughts by the next
congress to return our country to its original place among the na
tions of naval strength. >
There is every reason why congress should view this great
question in a larger and more patriotic light than it has heretofore.
The election is over, and the unfounded fear of the people's
protest against appropriations has passed for a season.
I he national convention of the Democratic party has expressed
a strong demand for an ample navy.
The president-elect has expressed himself strongly for an ample
uavy. The Republican minority is on voting record in favor of a
greater uavy.
And the Hearst newspapers have prosecuted a vigorous, insist
ent and untiring campaign for a naval equality, which has merited
Tie thanks of the navy s friends everywhere, and which has had a
powerful effect upon public opinion.
The Democratic party, in power, must surely vindicate Ameri
can spirit—its regard for the honor, dignity and safety of the coun
try by building agr ater navy and by re-wstablishinr the \meri
can merchant marine
The Atlanta Georgian
Their Mingling in Japan Today Makes One of the Significant Sights of the World
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
WE have here a photograph of
the famous Admiral Togo,
one of the greatest sea
fighters of the age, an Asiatic, with
no drop of Aryan blood In his veins,
who has shown that he can handle
a fleet of modern battleships, con
structed, armed and manned on
European and American principles,
as well as a Farragut, a Dewey or
a Nelson could do it. All the world
admires and honors him as a hero,
a patriot and a man of genius. We
see him Just issuing from the gate
of the palace of the Japanese sen
ate in Tokio, where, with his col-
who are following him, he
has doubtless heen engaged in con
sidering matters of vast importance
to his great country.
Nobody questions that Admiral
Togo Is a man who must be reck
oned with by the nations of the
world. If any of them should think
of making war upon Japan the im
age of Togo and his fighting fleet
would rise menacingly before their
eyes. The bravest naval officer,
trained in western schools and
western methods of war, would
steer his ships Into Japanese wa
ters witli un anxious heart if he
knew that Togo was there waiting
for him.
And yet, notwithstanding our re
spect for this great Japanese, when
we look at this phototgraph of him,
a smile comes upon our lips. There
is something about It which amuses
our Occidental minds in spite of tl»e
honor which we instinctively pay-tq
the man. Our attention Is distract
ed from him to his conveyance. He
reminds us. irresistibly, of-a man
taking u ride in a baby carriage.
The Old Form Remains.
it is the national vehicle of his
country, the Jinricksha. It has heen
used for generations. To the Jap
anese eye there is nothing undigni
fied about It. The ipan who is able
to ride In a jinricksha is envied by
his countrymen. It is as honorable
a distinction in Tokio to be swiftly
Irawn through the streets itj a glit
tering Jinricksha by a running
coolie as to ride behind a spank
ing team of SIO,OOO horses in New
York. But people usually judge
things not by their suitability to
surrounding circumstances, but’ by
their accord with inherited ideas
and prejudices. Foreigners who
have ridden in these man-drawn
vehicles all agree that, after they
got over laughing at the funny
spectacle which they thought they
were making of ■themselves, they
found the experience altogether de
lightful. The motion is smooth and
easy, and there is no danger of
running people down in narrow,
crowded streets.
But observe now how the spirit of
western Invention has affected even
this characteristic and traditional
institution of old Japan. The
wheels of Admiral Togo’s jinrick
sha are furnished with modern rub
ber tires and braced with light
steel spokes, like an American bi
cycle. The folded leather top,
which he can have put up in an
instant to shield off the sun or
the rain, is constructed after the
plan of our best buggy tops. Only
the old form remains; the materials
and the workmanship are bor
rowed from the western world.
So, too, the palace, as far as we
can see it in the picture. Look at
SO the reincarnated princess isn’t
a princess at all, and Rame
ses come to earth again Is
just a plain every day man, when
he gets to the divorce court. Dear,
dear, what a disappointment!
They met in Egypt, he and she,
in a dead king’s tomb. She was
tall and svelte. I don't know what
it Is to be svelte, but oh! how in
teresting it sounds, and —and she
had big eyes and a lovely ankle.
He wasn’t so much to look at, but
oh, what a soul for romance he
had! So they fell In love, dead in
love, so much in love that there
wasn’t anything in the world so
wonderful to him as the way she
did her hair, and how she walked,
and the manner she had of saying
"really,” and looking so cunning'
' when he said she looked like Cleo
patra.
She was in love, too. His rather
ordinary American features were
transformed for her and the things
she thought and said, too. in public
at that, about his soul were too
thrilling for words.
And they were Just plain Cook’s
tourists doing the Pyramids at so
much a day guides, carriages and
hotels all included.
They Were Egyptians.
They weren’t just honest, well
meaning Americans with good plain
names to keep straight, and nice
plain old ideals to uphold; they
were Egyptians, he and she. and
Ancient Egyptians at that—rein
carnated. Reincarnated to beat the
band, as Dorothy Dix would say.
She stopped wearing a perfectly
good diamond with a chipped ruby
on each side of it. and got a sar
donyx with something mysterious
written on it. She wouldn't look at
an honest dog. though she had a
perfectly dear Boston bull at home.
She cultivated cats and wore green
veils to make her eyes look the
color of the Nile grass when the
floods go down, and she bought an
asp such a poor scared crawly lit
tle asp —and kept ii in a green and
reddish cage, and she tied dingle
dangles al! over het clothes, and she
never went anywhere but in a
barge, oh. she was Cleopatra all
right, as fat as she could b»
The Old and the New
THE REINCARNATION FAD
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Admiral Togo in one of the curious Japanese jinrickshas, and (the smaller
picture) a portrait of General Nogi.
the brick-laid gateposts with their •
super-incumbent electric lamps,
and the gilded bronze gates, which
might stand before any pretentious
building in any American or Euro
pean city. Notice the modifications
that have been introduced in the ;
roofs, gables and windows of the
building behind.
Here we catcli the whole secret
of Japanese success, a secret which
has enabled them with vertiginous
rapidity, to place their country in
the forefront of modern progress,
and to improve, in some respects,
upon their models. It is the same
secret which, according to the great
philosopher-historian, Montesquieu,
made Rome great.
"Whenever the Romans," says
Montesquieu, “found among the
peoples whom they subdued any
thing that seemed' to be an im
provement upon what they had
been accustomed to, they imme
diately adopted it and turned it to
their own use.”
But neither the Japanese, nor tho
Romans before them, ever thought
of -wholly revolutionizing their own •
By WINIFRED BLACK.
’ And he was Mark Antony, oh.
yes! that’s who he was.
He could feel it just as plain as
anything.
He couldn’t exactly remember all
about the battles he lost or won,
but he knew just exactly how Mark
Antony felt that day when he help
ed stab Caesar, and the minute he
saw Cleopatra standing there with
the Cook’s tourists in the tomb of
the dead king he knew her just as
quick as a wink, knew her in her
short skirt and coat suit, knew her
in her neat traveling hat, knew her
in her perfectly good Boston boots. •*
And all the rest of the time they
were in Egypt she was Cleopatra
and he was Mark Antony, and they
didn't.care who knew It.
Now They Are Divorced.
And when they were married —
odd they went through that silly
ceremony, wasn’t, it. like ordinary
Americans, but. they did?—when
they were married they told the re
porters all about the reincarnation
and how creepy they felt when they
glimpsed each other over there in
the dusty tomb, and how fond she'd
always been of cats, though of
course she never realized It till he
told her about Cleopatra and the
sacred green-eyed ones.
/What a glorious time they were
going to have being ancient and
weird and queer and rapturous!
And now they are divorced, just
plain divorced.
She didn't find another Caesar
either, or he another Flavia.
They just didn't agree about the
bills and whether to heat with hot
water or with air, and who should
answer the telephone when it rang
late at night.
Just ordinary common things
like that. Poor Cleopatra, how she
has fallen off—hasn’t she?
Reincarnation ancient romance,
dry-as-dust love affairs-—I wouldn’t
give the snap of iny finger for the
whole lot of them, from Cleopatra
to Thais.
They were just grass widows,
these persons of such great ro
mance, and they dyed their hair and
wore rouev so thick you couldn’t
see through it. and tjtey ate with
• innate ideas. It is the idea that
governs; the method must be bent
to fit It. Mechanical improve
ments can not change the heart of
a people. Railroads, electric lights,
rifled guns, automobiles, subma
rines, aeroplanes, warships, tele
graphs, telephones aun aerial com
munications cause only an external
alteration In Japan. They make
her powerful, respected and feared,
but they do not change her essen-
• tial nature. She is at bottom As!-
‘ atic, and will remain Asiatic —an
Oriental corner of the world illumi
nated by the Occidental sun. The
whole world had a lesson in that
the other day when General Count
Nogi, as great a Warrior on land
as Togo is at sea, committed hari
kiri, together with his aged wife,
as a mark of respect to his dead
emperor.
Changed the Ships.
The Japanese found that
battleships were preferable to war
junks, and they discarded the
junks and adopted the battleships
just as the American Indian drop
ped his bow’s and arrows to learn
to shoot with the white man’s gun.
They find that automobiles are a
good thing for fast journeys, and so
they have automobiles; but they
also find that the jinricksha is very
suitable for their use, and they re
tain the jinricksha, simply mak
ing it over with Western tools and
modern materials. And it is certain
that Admiral Togo will continue all
his life to ride in his “baby car
riage,” while his countrymen will
applaud and admire him wherever
1 he appears.
• • their fingers and smacked their
thjck lips, and swore like troop
ers, and fought like them, too, and
gloried in it, and had affairs with
_ slaves of all colors.
Faugh, if they were alive now
we’d segregate them with the rest
of the "unfortunates’’ and we’d call
the places they lived in the Red
Light district!
Cleopatra was over forty when
she had that famous affair with
Antony, and he was probably bald
and more than fat at that.
Great sirens, these women. Great
nonsense! They were clever wom
en, and had love affairs because
there wasn’t anything else for them
to do.
Love was a woman’s business In
those days, and a very coarse kind
of business you would find it, too.
I’m thinking, if we knew all about
it..
The only way a woman could be
somebody in "dem days,’’ as I’ncle
Remus says, was by "luring" men,
and all the elever women went to
work and "lured or made people
think they were “luring," and all
the time I suppose they had the
backache and the headache, and
their feet hurt, and they didn't
know what on earth to do for the
neuralgia, same as the elderly si
rens of today.
With a True Heart,
Fudge, I’d give more for one
good decent, honest love affair be
tween a clear-eyed ureaming girl of
twenty, born and bred right here in
America, and a man just old enough
to appreciate her, than I would for
all the liasons of all the passe si
rens of history put together!
If I ever get the reincarnation
fad I’m going to reincarnate into
sweet sixteen with all my dreams
fresh in my innocent heart.
And I hope the reincarnated man
1 fall in love with will be a nice
broad-shouldered American just out
of college long enough to know
what a fool he is. with a true heart
and a decent way of life, and a
good job somewhere, and a little
house to take me to. after they’ve
thrown all the old shoes and rice
in town after us.
That’s the kind of reincarnation
I want, and If I can't get it 1 shan’t
plgy incarnation at all. so there.
THE HOME PAPER
Why Destroy the Old Cre
matory at All?
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Dr, J. T. Floyd Asks Some Rather Pointed and Pertinent Ques
tions Concerning the Disposal of the City’s Garbage.
Editor The Georgian;
WITH reference to the contro
versy- that is now going on
between the health board
and certain members pt the alder-
manic board relative to the build-
ing of a new disposal plant or cre
matory for the disposal of the city’s
refuse and the present plans of the
health board to demolish entirely
the present crematory, the only one
the city has, before the new build
ing is even begun, I beg to say that
as the health of the city is of para
mount importance and should be
considered first and above all oth
ers, whether financial or political,
the removal of the present crema
tory and the depriving of this city
for any length of time of a plant in
which to dispose of its garbage is
nothing short of a crime.
I am reliably informed that the
present crematory Is capable of
burning 60 per cent of the city’s
garbage and was doing this at the
time it was shut down by the board
of health, and that w-ith slight re
pairs and intelligent handling, can
burn practically all of the refuse. I
think it would be well for the citi
zens as. well as the city officials to
consider carefully the plight the
city Will be in if they permit the
present crematory to be wrecked.
And in the Meantime?
First, what is to be done with the
garbage, while the new plant is in
course of construction? Dr. Gil
bert says it will be" dumped around
the outskirts of the city and prop
erly fumigated. What does Dr.
Gilbert mean by the outskirts of
the city? As a matter of fact a
part of it is being dumped in the
valley between the end of Forrest
avenue and the west end of Wil
liams Mill road and within a few
hundred feet of the houses of citi
zens who, while they can not live on
Peachtree street, are citizens and
pay taxes just the same and death
to them or in their families is just
as much a bereavement as it is to
their more favored neighbors, the
refuse from whose homes is dump
ed at their doors. I call attention
to this particular dumping ground,
as I know it personally. There
must necessarily be numerous ones
like this about the city and they
must be worked overtime if the
crematory is demolished. Are these
dumping heaps being fumigated?
Go and see. Only last Sunday one
of them caught fire out near Eighth
street and filled the neighborhood
so full of foul smoke that it was
necessary' for one of the citizens to
come to the city at midnight Sun
day' night and get permission for
the fire department to go out and
extinguish this Are. Where was
Dr. Gilbert and his fumigating out
fit?
Second, there has been a good
deal said by those interested in
building this new disposal plant
about the danger of dumping the
city's refuse about the city' next
summer. Now, assuming that this
new disposal plant is ready to dis
pose of all the refuse by next May,
for which we have no guarantee,
what is going to become of this
garbage that will accumulate In the
time intervening between the de
struction of the old plant and the
completion of the new? Is it going
to rot and disappear during the
winter months, or is It not going to
be in just about the proper fondi
tlon to rot and putrefy and breed
The Crematory and City’s
Editor The Georgian:
I desire to offer my approval of
your very sensible and patriotic ed
itorial on the subject of how, when
and why Atlanta should be provid
ed with new facilities for destroy
ing the garbage of the city.
It seems to me strange that any
man, pretending to be sane, and at
the same time patriotic, should ob
ject to the retention of the old cre
matory plant for usage while.the
new is being built.
The record shows that this plant,
now under arbitrary condemnation’
performed more work than was
promised under the building guar
antee THE DAY BEFORE IT WAS
LABELED “NO GOOD'* by the
health board.
Competent engineers say that for
$3,000 it can be put in such repair
as to make it do the work it did
when first built.
Think! In the face of these bold,
undisputed facts, the board of
health has passed an order of con
demnation that has caused the old
crematory to be shut down, while
the garbage of a city of 175,000 peo
ple is being planted—yes, planted
for germ-breeding by-and-by—
waiting on the building of the new.
Did any factory or business in
stitution ever close down the old
while a new plant or occupation
place was being built? Could any
business expand under such a
senseless rule?
It is contended that the contract
has been made to build on the old
site, and it is a legal contract, and
the honor of the mayor pro tern is
• flies during next summer? Why
should Dr. Gilbert and the health
board frame an ordinance and have
the city council pass same to screen
against the infected fly and then
conduct a campaign of education
against this infected fly, and then
the following summer Dr. Gilbert
and the board of health make plans
and conditions ideal for the hatch
ing of millions of these disease
carrying flies?
“Barn Door” Clause.
Third. We are told that this new
plant w’ill be ready to operate next
May. Does any intelligent man
who has any conception of the un
dertaking believe this? If the board
of health believes it, why did they
not name this date for completion
in the contract, instead of allowing
a year of working days with a
"barn door” clause about freezing
and rainy days that will allow the
completion of this plant extended
indefinitely? Is the contracting
company or any one else ready to
put up a forfeiture guaranteeing
that the proposed plant will be in
operation by next May?
Fourth. Why destroy the old cre
matory at all? Suppose the com
pany contracting for this new cre
matory should delay the completion
of It for more than a year, which
they can do under their contract,
or suppose the new plant would not
do the work that it is supposed to
do, or assume that it does work, but
some of the intricate machinery
breaks, would not the old crema
tory, properly repaired, be a "god
send” to this city, with its moun
tains of refuse, already piled up
about its vacant lots? While wait
ing for this new experiment to be
completed, or even if this new- plant
should be a "howling success,” is
it not a good plan to have dupli
cate or relief plants? We have
them for our lights, our water serv
ice, etc., to' prevent a total shut
down in case of an accident or nec
essary repairs, and why not for
our disposal plant and our health?
Gentlemen, you are simply giving
us another dose of muddy water as
the water board did some time ago
in order to put on the city a broken
pump. The citizens do not want a
plant built or bought under this
kind of coercion.
The “Joker” Power Plant.
I might say a great deal about
the amount of money to be paid for
this new plant, and the JOKER
power plant that is to be attached,
and how this council proposes to
spend our $50,000 bond money yi
such away that succeeding coun
cils will be obliged to pay the bal
ance or get no disposal plant at
all. Or I could make some re
marks about Dr. Gilbert and the
board of health arbitrarily shutting
down the present crematorj' in the
midst of its usefulness on the pre
text that "because it needs a few
repairs” it is absolutely useless, but
I am Interested at present in pre
venting its being destroyed and In
having it put back in commission,
and I believe that if the citizens
will wake up to what they are be
ing led into and to their duty, this
crematory will never be destroyed,
and if they will make a little in
vestigation into this matter, they
will find that the old cremators'
is in the way of the new one in
more than one way. Yours very
truly, DR. J. T. FLOYD.
• 324-5 Candler Building.
Health
struck on the breast by no less
personage than he himself, while
the defy is thrown down, begads,
that the old crematory, worth $30.-
000, must be razed TO THE
GROUND, SIR.
’TIs true, City Attorney Mayna
says, the contract Is legal. "I’b
true, Engineer Benjamin says, t. ■>
is room enough on the city's prop
erty to build the new while the o’-
is retained for necessary garbage
destruction. ’Tis reported that t •
proposed plant will cost Atlanta
SIOO,OOO more than a similar plant
cost Milwaukee. 'Tis alleged tii ■'
this contract is so excessiv, < ■
profit that the Destructor Comi
has offered $30,000 to have it
financed. ,
These things are of small • n
cern—for Judge Candler is insist
ent that the contract is a lega
one—and that Attorney Ma> t,:
and Engineer Benjamin need to
look again.
But Judge Candler has spolo-i.
and before his potential ipse dixit
the honor view of all other mem
bers of council must yield.
And the health of Atlanta, in a (
fever-laden summer, that is sure
to follow this reckless, unbusiness
like plan of doing without pr'■
tion until a protectorate is built,
to pay the rueful cost —and on
ad captandum argument of J 1 ■■
Candler, which, whatever his v
will not please, I opine, people
think and discriminate.
Which is the more import..nt
Judge Candler’s legal view or t -
health of the people?
BENJAMIN M. BLACKBURN.
Atlanta, Ga.