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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 postoftice at Atlanta, under act of March S, 18*». Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mail, $5.00 a year. Payable in advance Whisky and the Law Will the Solicitor General Do His Duty in Savannah? Will the Judge of the Superior Court Direct the Grand Jury's Attention to the Facts in the Case? Those enterprising people of Chatham county who are in dustriously violating the prohibition laws of this state, particu lar!,' in brazenly soliciting mail orders for whisky to be filled in Savannah and shipped broadcast, should be promptly and vigo rously prosecuted. It is bad enough that Savannah seems willing to wink at the outrageous violations of law in that city, and permit the whisky traffic to flourish unrestricted, unmolested, and undisturbed, but it should not he permitted to reach out into other parts of Georgia, with a deliberate intent to make the entire state an accessory to its crimes ami an accomplice in its misdeeds. It seems that by sending the price to certain Savannah peo pie. one may obtain, by quick shipment, any brand of any old liquor desired. Hundreds of citizens of Georgia know this, for hundreds of them have received neat little circular letters in forming them of the same, and especially calling their attention to the fact that a little wine for one stomach’s sake is opined to bo about the fit and proper thing around Thanksgiving Day, and doubtless will draw their own conclusions. It may be that Savannah glories in being ‘‘soused and satis fied." Il max be that Savannah thinks it a line .joke that "blind tigers" can not be convicted in that metropolis, no matter how boldly they ply their trade. It may be that Savannah fails to see in the keeper of an open whisky shop, despite the laws pro hibiting that, an undesirable citizen. It may be that Savannah is a lot of things that other cities are not, nor yet hope to be. But Savannah is not the st ate of Georgia, and Savannah law breakers should, at least, be made to operate inside their own illegally permitted field of endeavor, no matter how disgrace ful that may be to Savannah, unless it bo determined to call the Savannah law breakers’ hands entirely. Evert lawyer knows it is against the law to solicit whisky orders in Georgia, by mail or by word of mouth. It should be an easy matter to convict one of these mail order "tigers" in Savannah—if not in the state courts, then in the Federal courts. And now that the authorities of Chatham county arc aware of the names of persons alleged to have been violating the prohi bition laws of Georgia by soliciting mail orders for whisky to be shipped out of Savannah, it will be interesting to watch and see what comes of it. Will the solicitor general do his duty in Savannah? Will Ihe judge of the superior court direct the grand .jury’s attention to the facts in the case? If not. inquiry might be made of the Federal authorities, with an eye to seeing whether the United States mails may be used to defy the laws of Georgia inside the state of Georgia? Legal Victory for Wilson’s Policy The refusal of the United Slates supreme court to hear argu ments for the constitutionality of the South Dakota "Unfair Scales Law" virtually settles the legality and practicability of a far-reach ing Federal anti-inonopoly plan proposed by Mr. Wilson on the stump. During the campaign Mr. Wilson advocated a Federal statute that would send monopolists to jail for selling goods at lower prices in one place than in others for the purpose of driving local com petitors out of business. Such statutes already exist in nine or ten states of the Union. The settlement of their constitutionality opens the way for congress to apply the principle to the whole field of interstate commerce. The effect of such a Federal law .would be far-reaching. It would mark an epoch in the development of the commercial con science of the country—an epoch as important as that signalized by the abolishment of railroad rebates. The action of the supreme court is a striking indorsement of the political and economic prevision of the president-elect. Hastein Eating and Drinking A German merchant visiting this country made some comments recently on our method of drinking. 'l ou go to a bar. said he, "and gulp down one or two drinks, preferably ice cold, which is injurious. There we Germans surpass your people. It you would sit down and slowly sip your glass of beer, it would benefit you more ami act as a medicine." Xohe or us has to verify this statement. The habit of most men is Io order some mixture either off tin* ice or shaken up with ice and then pour it down into an unoffending stomach. This is probably a growth of the ice-water habit, which has un doubtedly done more for the cause of dyspepsia than any other one vice save swallowing food without chewing it. < ontrast a scene in a German beer garden with a scene in an Am-rk n bar. ami you get a tangible idea of the difference between pejieo ami excitement . i i l imps after we have ruined our stomachs we will come to our bs- ns. s ami learn the value of taking our time in matters pertaining to eating ami drinking. The Atlanta Georgian Turkey: “Let’s Call It a Draw!” s Bv HAL COFFMAN. f I t p ■ ■' - i <* -As ■ .'W// I /'. '’’ f XCWt 1 • A I r 4 Out of the Mouths of Babes rrAHE lit tie boy was wet and | muddy and mussy, and his face was dirty, and his stockings were down, and his hat was torn, and you could see the marks of the pup's great, awkward paws all over him from top to toe. "Dear me,” said the little boy's mother, twisting her face into a hard knot to keep from laughing and crying at the same time. "Dear me. what a dreadful little boy you are —you are so naughty, so dirty. Why can’t you ever be good like the little boy next door?” The little boy's mother was tired —very, very tired. She had had some bad news in a letter, and she had received the grocer's bill, and she was called on the phone to come right up to school and see, why the little girl didn’t get on better In her number work, and the plumber sent word that he really couldn't come that day. as he had promised so faithfully in the morn ing. and the tooth that, grumbled all night was lamenting almost aloud now. And the little boy had looked so neat and pretty a few minutes ago. and the little boy's mother was t eally cross and didn’t care who knew it. When she told the little boy how naughty he was. and told it in a cruel, hard voice that made, the lit tle boy look up quickly to see if it really was his mother speaking, the little boy's eyes tilled with quick tears. The Reconciliation. He hid his chubby save in his stubby, grubby hands. "This morn ing,” said the little boy brokenly, "this morning you said 1 was sweet,” and the little boy's mother caught him in her arms with sud den remorse. “You are a sweet little boy.” she said. “Oh, you are, you are! I think so now. Do you think I am sweet, too?” And the little boy, alarmed, threw his sturdy arms around his moth er's neck anil kissed her, and said: "Yes. Muwer. I do I sure, sure do.” And then he laughed, and the little boy's mother took him up stairs and dressed him all over again, ant; told him ~ story while she brushed ids Imi: • a nice sto;y that he a'.ways loved about alien TLESDAY. NOVEMBER 26. 1912. By WINIFRED BLACK. • tilt little boy's mother was a little ■ girl, and the dog was stung by the bees, and every one thought, he had gone mad. And then she gave him a red ap ple and took one herself, and they were all very, very happy—to gether. That was it—that’s what made the happiness—together. The little box and the one who had been angry with him, and the puppy who never was angry with any one. Together—and nothing but that muttered. Oh, little boy. little boy, I hope you will never have to say that again—"This morning you said I was sweet." It is such a sad thing to say and still sadder to think and not say it. How Bitterly He Speaks. "This morning you thought I was sweet." . That's what turned the corners down at that poor woman's mouth Her husband used to think she was sweet. Everything she did was lovely to him, and now —what- ever she does is wrong, and she is never light at all. Oh. if she could only throw her self into his arms and say, “This morning you thought 1 was sweet.” Perhaps even his hardened heart would soften and he would remem ber a little. The man with the tired eyes and Our Language \ .MANIKIN’S a little man That simple fact no ofie would stump; But a napkin’s not a little nap. And a pumpkin's not a pump. Foundlings are little babies found— That's very plain to any chump; But a stripling’s not a little strip, And a dumpling's not a little dump A kidlet is a little kid— That’s seen by e'en the dullest nut; But a 'hamlet's not a little ham, And a cutlet’s not a little cut. A princess is a lady prince; But it is not held by any bloat That a mistress is a female mat, Or a buttress is a nannygoat. Oh, English, you are strangely made! You're not a tongue for chumps ol fools! I I’ll never master you. I'm afraid- You’t ■ mote exceptions than y’U'vel t ule> •I* the shoulders set, to mean “What's ! the use?” This morning, when they [ first met—this morning, when love j was young—the woman the man loved thought be was good, she thought he was brave, she thought he was wise, she was proud of him and believed in him, and now— How bitterly the man speaks of love and of what love brings. If he could just say as the little boy said—but no, he can not; he must stub along the hard way, the cruel way, the rough way of life, alone — all alone—for the woman who walks beside him is only there in body; her heart and her mind are far, far away, and that is the saddest loneliness of all. When we are parted fronf those, we love, by land or sea, by miles only, it is nothing; but when it is indifference that parts us, or anger, or hard-hearted cruelty, or the wicked influence of those who would make us miserable, that !s suffering indeed. "This morning you thought I was sweet.” So you did, old friend, so you did. You loved to be with me, you liked to hear what it was that bubbled from my heart to my lips, you were proud of my confi dence. Tonight I’m afraid I should only bore you, so I will keep away —as far away as I can—and try to make myself believe that you would be just the same as ever if we weie together again. How pretty it was, the foolish little laugh that caught your fancy; good, sir, with the discontented eyes. How empty and silly you think it now. She doesn't know why, and are you quite fair to blame her? You Have Changed—Not He. How tine you thought his calm repose when first you knew him, little Mrs. Disillusion. Is it only stupidity, you think? Yet it is you who have changed, not he —not he. “Tliis morning you thought I was sweet.” Little boy. little boy, I am glad you said it straight out, child fashion, and did not nurse the pain of it in your deepest heart, as some of us less wise do. For when I t saw you and the puppy and your mother all together on the porch, you looked so very, very huppy— • togetue' THE HOME PAPER Ella Wheeler Wilcox Writes on Radiating MC Happiness It Is the Only Sure Way to Happiness For One’s 1 Self in the Future Life. fgagfeggi Peace in the Home. Written For The Atlanta Georgian By Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copyright, 1912, by Atnerican-Journal-Examiner. HOW are you treating the peo pie with whom you associate daily? What sort of mem ory are you creating in the minds of members of your family, to re main with them after you pass on, as you may pass, any day, any hour? And just what kind of a home are you helping to build? I What does the word “home” sig nify to you? Possibly you are a religious indi vidual, and have in your mind an ideal of heaven. If so, it is, of course, a place where there are joy, love, peace, song and praise. It is bright, beautiful and attrac tive—a spot where every dream is realized and where nothing mean or unkind or disagreeable can en ter. But unless you aye constantly making an endeavor to establish a similar condition within your own home, you will never be allowed to find such a heaven when you pass on. Not Way to Make Angels. Unless you are employing the qualities which would render you a suitable citizen of Heaven. you can not receive a pass to enter that kingdom. Angels tire not made in a mo ment. A man or a woman who brings into use the devilish characteristics of quick ugly tempers, sulky modes, selfishness and fault-finding in his or her home will not be trans formed into an amiable angel anil enter Heaven by the mere act of dying. Such individuals will be taken on fast flying airships of their own manufacture to the purgatories and hells of their own manufacture. And they will associate with de mons like unto themselves until they learn their lesson of self-con trol and work their passage into a better place. Perhaps you do not believe in any heaven or any Hie beyond this. If not. you are to be pitied. But in that case you should quite as fully realize the need of making a place on earth where you will ob tain and give all possible happiness while you remain. Vt hat is the good of all your work and worry and starving and strain ing after success, unless you are forming habits which give peace and pleasure and love and content to those with whom you associate, whether they are blood kin or not? If you are single and live In a boarding house or club, or if you .. ? ■ 1 ' ■ . ■—-—-- . The Farmer’s Idle Wife ■ By JAMES J. MONTAGUE. ' The tanner's wife is now so occupied with social afl’aos .hat •• has lost the art of making butter and jam and doing the work f the farm that her grandmother did. This results In a great t nomic loss to the country, -'rhe substance of a. government report sued from the Agricultural Department. > TAKE farmer's wife, in early days, got up at half-past two. s J And shined the plows and milked the cows and put tin- prunes m S The breakfast for the hands she’d set upon the stroke of foil > And then she’d bake her bread and cake and scrub the kltch .1 II" 1 ' < Hut nowadays the farmer’s wife has time to call her own. J "Good gracious!” says the Government, “hovV idle she has growt ? The farmer’s wife, in times gone by, brought up the'calves and S And sacked the oats and fed the shoats and spoked the hick. y ham > And when she’d cooked three great big meals she cheerfull.', a > And with her churn sat down to earn the money for her clothes < But now she often visits ’round and gossips, like as not. ; "My goodness,” says the Government, “how worthless she has g"'!" ? Ihe farmer’s wife, some years ago, was wholly free from nerve-; S Twelve hours a day she’d slave away at putting up preserves. > Six children dangling at her skirts, a seventh on her arm. J She’d gamely set herself to get the mortgage off the farm. 5 But now she sometimes takes a-rest. like city women do. i “Great heavens!” cries the Government, “what is she coming t" ? The farmer's wife departed from this vale of toil and tears S For happier climes, in those old times, when under thirty years j The farmer got another mate, he somehow always found j The ideal wife who toiled through life and rested —underground ! But now sometimes her years add up their full allotted sum. S “Great Scott!" exclaims the Government, “how shiftless she's l.n-< • are married and have a family, or if you are one of a family, the same obligation rests upon you to BE AGREEABLE, TO BE KIND, TO BE THOUGHTFUL, TO BE GOOD NATURED, AND MAKE MUCH OF THE VIRTUES AND LITTLE OF THE FAULTS OF YOUR COMRADES AND COMPANIONS Correct Without Nagging. If you are the head of a family, it may be necessary—indeed, will be necessary—for you to sometimes correct the faults of your younger charges. But there is away to <!• these things which brings better re sults than continual nagging anil fault finding. Begin by saying how dear your children or other dependents an to you. how you long to see the best in life come to them, and how deeply it pains you to have them fail of being and doing their best That will make whatever criti cisms follow more telling in their effect. While If you are alwaj - nagging, always scolding, always complaining, your words fall with out any effect save to make others dread the sound of your voice. Do not carry home a despondent manner and a hard luck and han! work cry continually. And if you are -a woman, do not greet ti ■ members of your family with these tilings. Many, a well cooked rneal has beejj ruined by the wail of the woman who prepared it. and by her drooping mouth and fiftigued man ner. Ami many a household, which has been cheerful all day. has felt c sudden gloom fall over it after :> ■ husband and father entered al. ; his jiioans and grumpim . Mottoes For a Home. Here is a little manlram er i wnivh y,.u might paste on a . ■ ;iml place it tviier- 1 ever;.- memb. V' .i;i • , rsehold v ill si oil. It is from “Simplified I • F, Harly- “Every one in this house ■ rut ile right. "We are all peaceful. ■ . ■ harmonious. "We love otic anotlb I W 1-riniily ti ivurd one an<;t!r i'. “We do not condc mu < a< i faults. “We are .11 chilli) n < t ' and bv our evmy thought vv. are trying to lielu other ,n bees of the family." This can only result in ' n 1 conditions for your horn-’, i lead it over daily and tri am> up ions words. Peace be unto you am! • home;