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EDITORIAL. PAGE THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday By THE GEORGIAN COMPANT At 20 East Alabama St., Atlanta, Ga. Entered as second-class matter at postoffice at Atlanta, under act of March 3, IS7S Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a. week. By mail, $5.00 a year. Payable in advance. Do You Really Want To Be Thankful? * * * I Stop Something Foolish Today—Don't Wait Any Longer. “What have I to he thankful for?” auk ten million men—with a heavy emphasis on the I. You may he thankful for many things. You have more than a month left in which to hurry up and attend to those good resolu tions made last New Year’s day. You are still ALlVE—and have still OPPORTUNITY ahead of you. When we are thankful in this world, it is because of something we have DONE. Other people do not bother trying to make us thankful. Do you want to he really thankful today? Stop some foolish thing that yon do every day. YOU know what it is—and your wife probably knows, or your mother or friend—but no one tells you. YOU KNOW Stop it. Get rid of some one particular foolishness, some weak ness. some self-deception, some waster of time, money, health or nerve force. Wake up tomorrow morning with just ONE less bad and fool ish habit, and you will be thankful then as you should be today. Only YOU can give cause for thankfulness to YOU. What Can the President Do? R M M It Depends on WHAT THE PRESIDENT IS. His Opportunities Are Great. Mr. Wilson, when he hwnmes president of the United States on the fourth of next March, will have powers greater—if be is able to utilize them—than any other human being—king, emperor or pri vate citizen —living. His power will exceed that of the emperor of Russia, first, be cause he will be the head of a nat ion much greater and more power ful than Russia: second, because the Russian emperor, dull natu rally, living in a state of panic, is controlled by the physically de bauched grand dukes and the mentally debauched heads of the Rus sian church, and is really no emperor at all. The greatest power possessed by our president is THE POWER TO TALK TO ALL OF THE PEOPLE EVERY DAY if he chooses io do so. I His utterances are recorded conspicuously. He has the oppor tunity to put the thoughts that are in his mind into millions of other minds -provided he can make his thoughts interesting. That power to reach the minds of others is the greatest power that any man can possess. Mr. Wilson will have practically the power to make war or peace as president of the United States. Controlling the army and navy, able to take important steps without consulting con gress, he could easily precipitate a war, if that seemed to him desir able, or by wisdom and discretion he could make war impossible. The president has the power to make treaties. The senate must give its approval and advice. But the real power is with the presi dent—a very great power. The president, in his messages to con gress. recommends and initiates legislation. This gives him prac tically the power to MAKE laws. For the members of congress de pend upon him for favors; he has the power to veto the laws and appropriations that they desire, and they are not apt/to ignore his wishes. It is possible for Mr. Wilson to do a great deal for the people of the United Slates between 1913 and 1917. He can do a great deal of initiating and carrying through good ideas. ’ And he can do a great deal by refraining from harmful, premature experimenting and very disturbing acts. Let us hope that all promises made by him or on his behalf will be more than fulfilled, and that he will shine in history not only as one who knew what to DO. but as one of the very few and very wise that know WHAT NOT TO DO. Baldheaded Women Alas! now comes a Washington physician with the awful an nouncement that we may expect a race of bald-headed women. He thinks tlie children ol bald-headed fathers are developing a new species of the human family. He even makes the flattering asser tion that loss of hair is indicative of mental elevation and a step in the evolution of man from the hairy beast to the highest type of ouiture. Let us hope the day oi the bald-headed woman is far distant, it paralyzes the imagination to picture a bevy of beautiful women with bald heads. Would they be beautiful? Says Pope: fair tresses man s imperial race ensnare And beauty draws us with a single hair.” If the physician is right in declaring that increased mental •■flort means tin- loss of hair, our women are facing a serious situa tion in these days ol suffrage and feminine activity. <>t course, even at the cost of becoming bald-headed, that work must go on. but there will always remain wigs, and as our ancestors wore wigs when there was cal hair a-plenty, thev mav solve the when hair is scarce. The Atlanta Georgian Three Thanksgiving Dinners ; Drawn hv HAL COFFMAN ? < : > , 11 • ’ ij ■ 5 E■ \ \ ■' 4 ■ifc. < •' - - 7 / Wj 189 X ' Y ~ £ - - - ~ - * ————— —- ----- -- ■ ■ ■ ■ ~ iilmi -ZSKM ih i V / WEES r ’ 1 / \'W? i ’ ' / I9OZ '' L ' z . ———- 5 FREE wk I lunch JEBh i W® I . rn ! * I 1913. The home life; the gay life, and the life it leads to. Responsibility For Many Killings By THOMAS TAPPER. I. HE recent instance of a young | woman shooting her mother in a sleeping ear because site thought her a robber is full of mis fortune for the young lady, and full of suggestion for the rest of the population. Whenever there is a revolver handy, the chances are many to one that some one will get hurt, if not killed. And some one else, without evil intent, will become the murderer of a fellow being. Why Do We Need Them? The sale of liquor as a national menace has so impressed the Amer ican people that many of them are neither Republicans nor Democrats —they are not even Bull Moosers. They are Prohibitionists. I’airly satisfactory laws govern tlie sale of poison. But »it seems absolutely easy for men. women and children in most communities to buy firearms, and to maim or kill through ignorance, misunder standing or intent. Wliy do we need firearms" \t e do not need them —at ali <oeiits. in domestic life. The army and the police make bad enough use of them at times. The hunter often shoots his friend's heati off. thinking he is bagging a moose. It is all a strange coinin 11- tary on the Sunday preachment on "Thou shall not kill.” 11. p ERHAPS the international peace I . congress has discussed this question of tin amateur and tlie gun. But if it has the reverbera tion of its oratory on the subject has not sounded very far. “Ho didn’t know it was loaded” has become well-nigh a joke in the recording of accidental shooting. Might Prove Wholesome. \ll historians hat. deplored the shooting of Lincoln. Garfield and Mi Kinl< y. but none of (hem has commented even briefly on the -late of civilization that makes ft ta-y lor the criminal mid the in -ara to 1 rwure tin means of kill ing presidents THURSDAY. NOYEMBER 28. 1912 ” Two recent pistol shootings in New York have become notorious because of the matters involved, but little or no attention was paid to the fact that it is as easy to get a revolver as it is to buy a sewing machine. It would be thoroughly whole some to imprison the dealer who sold the revolver that was aimed at Mr. Roosevelt. New York city has considered the question with some degree of earnestness, but the bag ging of Rosenthal was easy. It would be a thoroughly whole some step to class firearms with dynamite, cocaine, opium, cyanide of potassium, and all the rest of the quick ways to death. The daily record of murders throughout the L’nited States in a single week is appalling, and most of them are primarily made possi- :: The Turk :: By JAMES J. MONTAGUE. 1 X X 7 is it that cries to the smoke cobwebbed skies yy That war's horrid horrors must cease? Who is it that yells through the dark Dardanelles J That he is a person of peace? Who rise- to beg that the Court .of The Hague Put an end to this awful rough work" Why. tiie always unbearable. i Formerly terrible, 5 Recently scareable Turk. " is it that spread his dominion of dread Over neighboring terror filled lands? Who was it the while wore a hideous-smile ,' A.- lie stretched forth his blood dripping hands? Who. all unconcerned, slew, and pillaged, and burned, f Putting all who opposed to the dirk? The seldom courageous. The often rampageous, The alway s outrageous Old Turk. AND wito. now he knows that the wrath of his foes 4 “"\ At last into fury has Hared, Pleads, with fear shaken breath, as lie looks upon Death. I’bal the life that is in him b< spared? Who begs to retain the blood-builded domain W here he once like a beast loved to lurk? ( That prince of bravado, That black desperado. ' That gory tornudo. Tiie Turk. d* ble not because the murderer has a • gun, but because it is easy to get j one. If every state in the Union would pass a uniform law on the sale and possession of all varieties of fire arms, we would conserve a consid erable number of citizens. Let Him Get a License. If a man Is afraid to go to sleep at night without having a revolver handy’, let him be permitted to take out a license to supply all his doors and windows with a twelve-inch gun, to be worked from the bed. This would, at least, insure him against killing his wife if she chanced to get up without giving him due notice. And if, by mistake, he should turn on the battery to the menace of his neighbors, they might, by license, do the same • • thing. THE HOME PAPER WINIFRED BLACK Writes on The Real and the' False Bohemia The Imitation Is Sordid and Vul gar, Not to Say Worse, But the Original Is Place Where One Need Only Be Natural. rip HERE’S a man of sense In I America. He lives in Kansas City. The other night he heard that his seventeen-year-old daughter had gone down town to a Bohemian dinner. The man of sense hopped into hts motor car and began look ing for that dinner and that daugh ter. It took him some little time to find them, but he did. He arrived at the "smart case” just as the wine came on the table —the cock tails had already gone. "Daughter,” said the man of sense, "daughter, come home with me." Daughter stood up, then she sat down. She flushed and bit her fool ish little lip. “I’m dining here, fa ther,” said the girl, "and I can’t break up the party.” “Daughter, Come Home.” "Daughter,” said the man of sense, "daughter, come home.” The man who took the girl to the Bohemian dinner stood up. He did his best to look like the hero in the last society play. "Sir,” said the young man, huskily—he really wasn’t a bad fellow, but the two cocktails had already gone to his not overly strong head. "Sir, I brought your daughter here. We are having a little Bohemian dinner— my friends and I and” "Young man,” said the man of sense, "what you and your friends are having does not interest me In the least, I want my daughter to come home, and she’s coming.” And daughter came. Bohemian dinner! If I had a young daughter at the dinner age, and any man, woman or child dared to utter the word Bohemian to her, I’d forbid my daughter ever to look at, speak to or think of the per son who said that obnoxious word in her presence ever again as long as she lived —or at least as long as she depended on me for board and lodging and clothes. Bohemian! No real Bohemian ever mentions the thing, or even knows what you mean when .you mention it—if you are that sort of person. Bohemian! That’s tiie name and tie right name, too, for a lot of cheap little dives witli red curtains all over the place, bad cooking, im itation wine and cheap vulgarity that is not imitation at all. I remember the first “Bohemian" place I ever saw. I was eighteen, wide-eyed and romantic. Some friends took me to dine over somewhere, with a saloon on both sides of the door, a cheap dance hall opposite, and a blond with black eyes at the cashier’s desk. "A regular grisette,” whispered one of my friends, as we passed the blond cashier at her desk in the cage. “A regular what?” 1 gasped. "S-sh!” said my friend, ‘‘she’ll hear you.” So I knew that a grisette was something mysterious and not exactly—er—a Some of the “Notables.” The dinner was bad, distinctly bad. Thin soup, fish that you really couldn't think of, something they called "roti,” two leaves of wilted lettuce for salad, and 9, dab of vil lainous pink stuff they said was ice cream. But, oh, the atmosphere! Oh, the art for art’s sake! Oh. the wild adventurous air of the whole place! I looked at an elderly person with two pink spots on her cheeks and a mouth so red it really wasn’t quite nice to look at. “Blank, the famous dancer,’’ said my friend. "Dying of consumption. See that young fellow with her? He has devoted his life to her. Gave up everything on earth to stay with her until she dies —beautiful story.” The elderly person took a little too much wine and made eyes at the waiter. Somehow I could not fee! quite so romantic when I saw that. "Bunny Bunstone, the great wit,” said my friend again, when a roly- By WINIFRED BLACK. !• poly man with a pig's face and 1 pair of twinkling. selfish, coi. greedy pig’s eyes, came by. Bunny looked as if he bad never beer quite sober in his life. "So and So, the violinst.” V.- , -eedy the violinist, and very sullen he looked, and tiie woman with him looked half scared to death every time he looked at Iter. Old, young, pretty, ugly, seedy and flashy—every one of the Bo hemians. and posing ana false and self-conscious, too, every mother’s daughter and every mother’s son of them. They talked too loud, they, laugh ed too loud, they looked at the waiters for approval, they ogled each other too odiously when they began dinner, and before they were ' through—dear me! I wished so hard that I was at home. Bohemian! Drunk and disorder ly, that’s what they were in plain police court language, and Td rath er see any girl of mine a prim Puritan to the day of her death .than to have her get accustomed to seeing that sort of thing and taking it as a matter of course. What right has a man to take a girl to a place like that anfl tell her who this faded notoriety Is. and who it is that sits guzzling at the disreputable taple with her disrep utable friends? What right has a middle-aged woman to chaperon a decent girl to any such place? Bohemia! The real Bohemia—ah, that’s a different thing. You don’t have to drink more than is good for you to live there. You don’t have to eat messy food and tell risky stories. You don’t have to pre tend to admire elderly berougetl persons because they once rai away with somebody's husband. o r completely ruined somebody’s son. A Bad Half Hour. You just have to be natural, and real, and honest and perhaps > little clever. You may dress in gingham or in silk, or walk in purple and rustle in lace; no on, will care and many will not ev t, know. It is you they will like, no some posing, self-scheming crea ture that pi etends. Hut you—jus you as your mother bore you—ant <f you are kind and generous mi, simple as well as wise and elev or even judt kind and simple me nothing more, they will love you in the real .Bohemia, even if yi.u like things to he clean and pretv ham and eggs to “rotis” anti wiin. salad. So you took her home, did y father home to mother, home m little brother? Bohemia! For her. for tin lit. girl whose first tooth you tun somewhere sat in some absurd rh or other? And she cried all the way hoi. did she, and tried to be digniii and indignant? Her soft diet tvas flushed with the cocktail >. drank before you arrived, and - kept saying that she would net step out of the house again as I'.'i as she lived. You had huniilht. and shamed her so. Well, well, it was a bad halfir. but it is past, now, all past, a . some day the little girl will tell L daughter how you came and niti.it her go home with you. Il may be Bohemian to have tht curtains yellow instead of red, tn the cocktails will doubtless have new name, but they have tin- sain, old-fashioned effect, just the san and if you are a wise mother yeti will keep daughter away from B - hernia ami keep her far away at that. Stop aiiy one out of a doz< 11 poor things who slip by in the dark these chill evenings—painted. l>< - dizened, ogling, poor things, poo things, and it she; tells you the truth, you’ll hear something aboe tlie first Bohemian dinnei that wi make you glad daughter has '■on one to protect her. from them aw all their ilk and kind. Here's to you. Mr. Kan.-a- ' > num. Some day little daught* thank you for taking her honi time