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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
larly 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 be permitted to reach out into other parts of
Georgia, with a deliberate intent to make the entire state an
iccessory to its erinjes and an accomplice in its misdeeds.
it seems that by sending the price to certain Savannah peo?
pie. »ne may obtain, by quick shipment, any brand of any old
iquor desired. Hundreds of citizens of Georgia know this, for
humiritis 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 tine stomach’s sake is opined
to be about the tit and proper thing around Thanksgiving Day,
and doubtless will draw their own conclusions.
It may 1»< that Savannah glories in being “soused and satis
fied.
I; ma\ be that Savannah thinks it a fine joke that "blind
Ugrrs" 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 arc not, nor yet hope to be.
But Savannah is not the state 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 mas be io Savannah, unless it be determined to call the
Savannah law breakers’ hands entirely.
Every lawyer knows it is against the law to solicit whisks
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 i hat the authorities of Chatham county are aware
of the names of persons alleged to have been violating tin' prohi
bition laws of Georgia by soliciting mail orders for whisky to
be shipped out of Savannah, it will be interesting to watch ami
see what comes of it. '
Will the solicitor general do his duly in Savannah.’ Wdl
the 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 I'nited States 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-monopoly plan proposed by Mr. Wilson on the
st ump.
During Ihe 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
state* oi the. I nion. The settlement of their constitutionality opens
the way for congress to apply the principle to the whole field of
interstate commerce.
Ihe effect of such a Federal law would be far-reaching. It
would mark an epoch in the development of the commercial con
science ot the country—an epoch as important as that signalized
by the abolishment of railroad rebates.
I he action of the supreme court is a striking indorsement of the
political and economic prevision of the president-elect.
H astein Eat ing and Drinking
A tierman merchant visiting this country made some comments
recently on our method of drinking.
\ougo to a bar, said he, “and gulp down one or two drinks,
preferably ice cold, which is injurious. There we Germans surpass
your people. If you would sit down and slowly sip your glass of
beer, it would benefit you more and act as a medicine. ’’
None of us has to verify this statement. The habit oi most men
is to order acme mixture either off the 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
vieeTave swallowing food without ehewing it.
• outcast a scene in a German beer garden with a scene in an
American bar, and you get a tangible idea of the difference between
peace and excitement.
Perhaps after we have ruined our stomachs we will come to our
aim learn the vain. inking mu- time in matters neriaiuing
drinking
The Atlanta Georgian
i Turkey: “Let’s Call It a Draw!”
S ’ By HAL COFFMAN.
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( hit of the Mouths of Babes
Hl< little boy was wet and •
J 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
really cross and didn’t care who
knew It.
When she toll, 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, tile
little boy’s eyes tilled with quick
tears.
The Reconciliation.
He hid his ehubby face in his
stubby, grubby hands. ‘ This morn
ing," said the little boy brokenly,
"this morning you said I 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?”
tnd the little boy, alarmed, threw
his sturdy arms around bis moth
er's neck and kissed be , and said:
"Yes. Muwcr, I do I sure, sure
do." And then he laughed, ami th
little boy’s mother took him up
stairs and dressed him all over
again, and told him a story while
she brushed hie I’.ai a nice sto.y
that lit ttlwtrt loved -about when |
TEESDAV. NOVEMBER 26. 1912.
By WINIFRED BLACK.
the mother was a little
girl, and the dog yvas 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
boy and the one who had been
angry with him, and the puppy tvho
never was angry with any one.
Together—and nothing but that
mattered.
Oh, little boy. little boy, I hope
you will never have to say that
again—" This morning you said I
yvas 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 i
she was sweet. Everything she did
was lovely to him. and now—what
ever she does Is wrong, and she is
never right at all.
Oh, if she could only throw her
self into his arms and say. “This
morning you thought I yvas sweet.”
Perhaps even his hardened heart
would soften and he would remem
ber a little.
The man with the tired eyes and
Our Language
M MANIKIN’S a little man
That simple fact no one 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' not a little strip,
And a dumpling’s not a little dump j
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.
I Or a buttress is a nanny goat.
|Oh. English, you are strangely made!
You're not a tongue for chumps o!
fools!
i I'll never master you, I'm aliaii
You’ve more exceptions than you've j
i ulet. j
y- the shoulders set, to mean “What’s
the use?” This morning, when they
first met—-this morning, when love
was young—the woman the man
loved thought he was good, she
thought he was brave, she thought
he was wise, she was proud of
him and believed in him, a«d 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, alotie —
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 from 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 is
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 were
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
i blame her?
You Have Changed—Not He.
How fine 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.
“This 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
saw you and the puppy and your
mother all together on the porch,
you looked , very, very happy—
i together.
THE HOME PAPER
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Writes on
Radiating
Happiness
It Is the Only Sure Way B
to Happiness For One’s
Self in the Future Life.
Peace in the Home.
Written For The Atlanta Georgian
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Copyright, 1912, by American-Jouraal-Examiner.
HOW are you treating the peo
ple with whom you associate
dally? 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?
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 joj r , 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 are 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 entei- that
kingdom.
Angels are 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 and
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 life 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.
What 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
bodrding house or club, or if you
The Farmer’s Idle Wife
By JAMES J. MONTAGUE.
The farmer's wife is now so occupied with social affairs that .-i:’
Las lost the art of making butter and jam and doing the work ■ I
the farm that her grandmother did. This results in a groat ec> -
nomlc loss to the country.—The substance of a government report is
sued from the Agricultural Department.
THE farmer's wife, in early days, got up at half-past two.
And shined the plows ami milked the cows and put the prunes to 11 n
The breakfast for the hands she’d set upon tile stroke of sou
knd then she’d bake her bread and cake and scrub the kitchen floor
But nowadays the farmer’s wife hag time to call her. own.
“Good gracious!” says the Government, "how’ idle she has grown:”
The farmer’s wife, in times gone by, brought up the calves and ..uu
And sacked the oats and fed the shoats and smoked the hickory li.ia
And when she’d cooked three great big meals she cheerfully arose
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 gm ’
The farmer's wife, some years ago, was wholly free from nerves;
Twelve hours a day she’d slave away at putting up preserves.
Six children dangling at her skirts, a seventh on her arm.
She’d gamely set herself to get the mortgage off the farm.
But now she sometimes takes a rest, like city women do.
“Great heavens!” cries the Government, “what is she coming
The farmer's wife departed from this vale of toil and tears
Eor happier climes, in tiio.se old times, whin unde' thirty yearn
The farmer got another mate, he somehow always found
The ideal wife who toiled through life and rested—underground.
But now sometimes her years add up their full allotted sum.
“Great Scott!" exclaims the Government, “how shiftless she - liwntnt"
> are married and have a family. „>
if you are one of a family, the sam,
obligation rests upon you to Bl:
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—lndeed, wii:
be necessary—for you to sometime
correct the faults of your younger
charges. But there is away to do
these things which brings better it
suits than continual nagging and
fault finding.
Begin by saying how dear your
children or other dependents ar.
to you, how you long to see Hie
best in life come to them, and how
deeply it pains you to have then,
fail of being and doing their bes
That wdll make whatever criti
cisms follow more telling in their
effect. While if you are always
nagging, always scolding, always
complaining, your words fall with
out any effect save to make other
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 the
members of your family with these
things.
Many a well cooked tneal has
been ruined by the wail of tin
woman who prepared it, and by her
drooping mouth and fatigued man
ner. And many a household, which
has been cheerful all day, has felt a
sudden gloom fall over it after the
husband and father entered witii
his groans and grumpiness.
Mottoes For a Home.
Here is a little mantram or ro.-ar.
which you might paste on a <ar
and place It where every member e
your household will see it.
It is from “Simplified Lessonr."
>y F. Harly:
“Every one in this house wants I
do right.
"We are all peaceful, calm and
harmonious.
“We love one another. Wi v :
kindly toward one another.
“We do not condemn each other'-
faults.
“We are all children of G"d.
and by our every thought and tie:
we are trying to help other mem
bers of the family.”
This can only result in bettei"
conditions for your home, if
read it over daily and try aim !il
up to its words.
Peace be unto you and '"
, home.