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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 postoffice at Atlanta, under act of March 3, 1373. Subscription Price —Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mail, |5.00 a year. Payable in advance. Christmas That Makes Thousands Miserable **. r p You Who Read This Newspaper, and Other Buyers of Christ mas Gifts, Can Free Many from Suffering AND AT THE SAME TIME HELP YOURSELVES. Tens of thousands of women and girls and men are worn out by the intense strain of Christmas work BECAUSE THE PEOPLE HAVEN’T SUFFICIENT CONSCIENCE TO CONSIDER THE EMPLOYEES IN THE STORES. Men and boys that do the packing of parcels must work late at night BECAUSE THOSE THAT LIVE COMFORTABLY WHjL NOT TAKE THE TROUBLE TO DO THEIR SHOPPING EARLY IN THE DAY. This Christmas season, which ought to mean happiness for all, means suffering, fatigue, overwork, loss of sleep and injury to health in thousands of cases. Use your influence to impress upon your friends their duty to those that work to make the Christmas season successful. It is an intensely important season to all of the people. At this time of year, merchants sell the products that hundreds of thousands of workers have been creating for months past. When yon do your buying at the stores now you are not band ing your money to the merchant who runs the store. You are giving the money to that merchant that he may pass It on to the manufacturer and thus pay for the salaries of those that create the goods. The merchant’s share is comparatively small. The share of hundreds of thousands of workers is the great part. Remember, for your own sake, that shopping early in the day when the stores are not crowded, when the air is good, when the clerks are not so tired, makes your work easier and healthier. Remember, for the sake of the women that work, for the sake of the harassed merchants trying to satisfy the public, for the sake OF COMMON DECENCY that shopping early in the Christmas sea son and early in the DAY is a duty that no good citizen should neglect. Remember, also, to keep your temper, be good natured, HAVE CONSIDERATION FOR THOSE THAT SERVE YOU. Remember that the man or woman whom you question has been answering thousands of questions that very day. Remember that while YOU may be very intelligent, and very polite, the person to whom you talk deals all day long with many that have less intelli gence. and are not at all polite. Be patient, good natured. CON SIDERATE. even if you happen to find a tired girl or harassed man a little short in temper. Oji like others to help YOU. so you ought to want to help OTHERS. It costs very little Io say “Thank you,’’ yet that “Thank you' to commerce is what oil is to the axle and the wheel. Remember that excellent line of advertising which the tele phone company posts up everywhere, “ It’s the voice with the smile that wins.’’ 1 ou might just as well go through the world quietly, kindly, gently and with a smile, as elbow and push and struggle and coni plain. Give others a chance, set a good example. Be useful, consid erate. A COMPASSIONATE atom in the great crowds that put a heavy load upon the store workers at this Christmas time. The Call to Arms By CHESTER FIRKINS THE bugle calls from fortress walls Where Danube's waters shine; The banners fling their challenging From Volga to the Rhine. Tiber and Thames their diadems Turn fretful toward Islam— But, bloody though her waters glow. The Bosphorus lies calm. FROM camp and coast the Teuton host Is summoned to prepare: O’er hurried mile, in Cossack file. Comes, ravening, the Bear. With bristling guns the war-fleet runs From Budapest’s gray piles— While, stricken dread, yet respited. The Turk looks on—and smiles. A V. ride ye forth from west and north, A * Czar, emperor and king! Ay, nobly ride in battle pride And silent threatening. In blood to sate the ancient hate And plunge a world in wars; By brother s death to give now breath To Moslem conquerors! \V ' b° ots your vow for friendship now— ’ * Your sacred pledge of peace. M hen southward lies a golden prize Your coffers to increase? The glutted hoar still fights for more— Take lesson of the brute! h tj<- on, ye kings! The clarion rings!— ■ Ihe smiling Turk is mute. The Atlanta Georgian Admiration ! By HAL COFFMAN. > —c-, 'A bgfl as Bj||l|i “W i Illa! dKkfwlH 6—J iCh Jw 1 tts HHUa WllsSiMn i VsW 1 HBu; w wiu < AWHBHHi Ji ® I WhIHBkL ■ \ a --XIiBBBnHBPBkkY i II a 7 ' • I Conquest of Mt. McKinley Is a Lesson For All IN Hearst’s Magazine for Decem ber you will read the story of the final •‘conquest" of Mt. Mc- Kinley, the loftiest mountain in North America, and you will see photographs that will thrill you with the excitement of dangers and difficulties met and overcome. It is a remarkable story of a wonderful feat. But we are all philosophers, often without knowing it, and many will ask: “What is the good of this desperate mountain-climbing; what does humanity gain by it. after all?’’ From a strictly utilitarian point of view it is difficult to answer such questions. If you are one of those who think that nothing is worth while that can not be expressed In dollars and cents, then there is no answer that will satisfy you. The climbing of Mt. McKinley was sim ply the achievement of an ideal, and nobody can appreciate it whose own life is not led on the uplands of ideality, and whose nature does not demand something more than food, drink, clothes and ordinary social amusements. But to those who do set noble ideals before their minds, and who believe that utilitarianism, in its usual sense, is death to man’s high er nature, the feat of Professor Parker and Mr. Browne will appeal with the mysterious force of a great poem—a poem written not in words, I but in achievement. Measurement Not Object. Those men did not go there merely to measure the height of Mt. McKinley. Its height had already been measured, probably more ac curately than they were able to do it, by means of surveying instru ments. played many miles away in the valleys and on lower peaks. Whether its elevation is 20,300 feet or 20,450 feet is a matter of small moment compart'd with the fact that men. tn spite of enormous dif ficultles, have succeeded In reach ing Its summit. The grit, the de termination. endurance and courage which they exhibited form a valu able object lesson In the develop ment of character. Every reader feels himself stronger, bolder, more iqpuble u« he follows the narrative TCESDAY. DECEMBER 10. 1912. By GARRETT P. SERVISS • of ihelr adventures. It is a tonic • for the soul. It makes all difficul ties seem less formidable. The young man who starts out in life without any of the advantages of education, or wealth, or-social position, and by sheer grit over comes every- obstacle, never losing confidence in himself, never giving way to discouragement, never whin ing, never thinking that he is the victim of fatality or bad luck, never paralyzing his energies, or wasting his time by envying the good for tune of others, is climbing Mt. Mc- Kinley, and he will go to the top. Unbroken Courage Won. When Frederick, who afterward won the title of “the Great.” found himself, like a bull in the ring, sur rounded and tormented by- innum erable enemies, his army in flight, bis capital captured his palace looted, his friends falling away, every circumstance against him, but his courage and resolution un broken. he was climbing Mt. Mc- Love Symphony j By A. O'SHAUGHNESSY. ; 1 LONG the garden ways just ? ZA now J I heard the flowers speak; < The white rose told me of your brow, ? The red rose of your cheek; S The lily of your bended head, ? ? The bindweed of your hair; > Each looked its loveliest and said j 1 You were more fair. $ I went into the wood anon. >, And heard the wild birds sing, j <How sweet you were; they warbled < j on, ? < Piped, trill'd lhe selfsame thing. ( | Thrush. blackbird, linnet. without ? pause. I The burden did repeat, 1 And still began again because > You were more sweet. And then I went down to the sea, < i And heard It murmerlng. too, i Part of an ancient mystery-. ’ And made of me and you; < < How many a thousand years ago j 1 loved, and you were sweet— ! Longer I could not stay, and so j I fled back to your feet Kinley, and he got to the top. When Robert Bruce, the Scotch hero, lying on his bunk, a fugitive from his kingdom—alone, deserted and half starved—saw a spider fix its broken line a dozen times to the ceiling, never giving up its efforts until at last it made the web fast, he was watching the conquest of Mt. McKinley, and he learned the lesson so well that he himself soon stood on the pinnacle. Every man has his Mt. McKinley, If he is good for anything. Those who have none are of little use to themselves or anybody else. It is only- by continuous, untiring effort that a man can perfect himself. If you find yourself becoming lazy, In different, easily discouraged, dis posed to think that fortune has turned her back on you, or if the world loses its interest for you, and you begin to let things slide as they will, wake up! You need a mountain to climb. Don't envy- the rich and idle—they know nothing of the joy and strength that come from the conquest of difficulties. Bet an Ideal before you, and mount, over the crevasses, the chasms, the snow slopes, the ridges, the precipices, defying the clouds, the winds, the cold, and the fatigue, until you see the world at your feet. There are many great mountains still to be ascended, both in the physical and the moral world. No man has ever yet reached even the foot of Mt. Everest, the highest point on the globe. Explorers have gazed longingly at Its gleaming summit from the tops of lower peaks a hundred miles away. Some day they will climb it. One Secret Still Hidden. So. no man has yet climbed the peak of achievement which carries on its apex the talisman that will unlock the secret of interatomic energy, that all-enveloping .power with which nature is crammed, and the control of which would make our greatest engines seem but the toys of children. But some day the foot of man will be pressed upon that summit also. But don’t think that because you have nm genius, or great opportu nity. there is no climbing for you to do. You can climb a peak worth conquering every day of your life, if you wiP THE HOME PAPER Brown’s Rebuke to Blease, the Blatant Citizens of this republic who live without that section there of known as the South should understand—as thousands of them no doubt do understand —that Governor Cole L. Blease, of South Caro lina. is not a representative Southern governor, and does not speak by the card for the Southern states. The South will prefer that the nation accept such a governor as Joseph M. Brown, of Georgia, as a more representative type of executive. And particularly will the South prefer that the delib erate and dignified utterances of Governor Brown be accepted as its sentiments w’ith respect to mob law. rather than the demagogue incendiary, and cheap ravings of Governor Blease. The South realizes that it has the respect, the sympathy and th e fraternal good wishes of the other sections, in seeking to solve th greatest problem handed down to it from reconstruction days. The land of Dixie has drained to the very dregs the bitter cup pressed to its lips by the misfortunes of a cruel war. As part and parcel of that war it inherited the negro question, all unsettled and far at sea. and it has done with it the best it knew how—handled it in the light of its purest thought and its loftiest statesmanship, with many blunderings and falterings as time ran on. For the result thus far obtained it neither blusters nor apologizes. The South has its ideals—maybe its prejudices—and by them it stands or falls. It has never been able to consider the negro aa unalloyed asset; rather has it looked upon him as a grave liability. It has sought to be fair to him, and to treat him humanely and with kindness —and the South has never been able to believe that it is a kindness to the negro to hold before him the faintest suggestion ever of social or political equality. Governor Blease, in advocating Iris shameless ideas of mob lan and executive violence, undertook, for a political purpose, to pla,\ upon the thin worn strings of race prejudice. He can not hold the beast he pictures in greater abhorrence than other men—all men—must. He spoke in Richmond of negro criminals of a certain class—these, he says, he would exterminate, without process of law, and in defiance of the constitution he gave his irresponsible oath to observe. .Why he confines his remarks to negroes would be puzzling, were it not for the fact that the occa sional Blease type is understood in the South; for the patriotic white men of the South hold in equal detestation both white and black criminals of the sort Blease pictures. In response to Blease, Governor Brown said: “The executive of no state has a monopoly of devotion to the white women of his state or to the determination to protect them, but whatever the crime in Georgia, we hold that the criminal roust be punished by the law instead of by the mob. Georgia does not have to depend upon mobs to punish those who violate her laws. “I regard Governor Blease’s advocacy of ‘mob’ law as exceed ingly unfortunate, for the simple reason that in every other state in the American Union the devotion of white men to white women is as sacred as it is in South Carolina, and the determination to pro tect them, or. if need be, to visit condign punishment upon those who have wronged them, is as deep-seated and irrevocable as it is in South Carolina. “Every governor with whom 1 talked and every woman in Richmond who gave me her opinion stood as one in advancing legal process instead of ‘ mob ’ law. ’ ’ The South will be content if the nation accepts the words of Governor Brown, of Georgia, as stating the real Southern position on this question of mob law, raised by Blease. The South will indorse and approve Governor Brown with thni same measure of emphasis that it rejects the sinister, dishonest, ami illegal attitude of unfortunate South Carolina’s utterly cheap and shameless executive. The Republic of Cracow By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY. IT was 97 years ago that the "Re public of Cracow” began its brief and pathetic existence. It is a story that is well calculated to moisten the eyes of the most stoical of the sons of men, and not yet has history recorded the story’s end. At the geheral settlement of the .affairs of Europe by the great Tow ers in 1815 it was agreed that Cra cow and the adjoining territory should be formed into a free state, and by' the treaty of Vienna the town of Cracow, with its territory, was declared to be “forever a free and independent city.” This dec laration was signed by the repre sentatives of Russia, Austria and Prussia. These representatives of the Powers knew history, and there fore they' knew the story of Cra cow—an ancient and honorable story, which doubtless touched their hearts. Cracow’s history begins with the year 706, when it -was built by' Duke Cracus out of the spoils he had taken from the barbarian invaders. For 300 years the City of Cracus remained the capital of Poland, and there the Polish kings were crowned until 1764. For generations the city was the center of the stur diest energy and brightest intelli gence of Europe. Its university, one of the oldest on the continent, like a great beacon light, shed its rays far and wide; and in all that was calculated to benefit humanity the Polish capital stood pre-emi nent. Not only so. Poland’s capital had suffered to a greater extent than any other place In the world. Not even Roni" m old Ji-UMlem has been called upon to drink more deeply of the cup of sorrow. The representatives of the Pow ers knew all this —knew what the ancient capital had endured at the hands of the Partitioners —ar conscience-stricken as it were, when they got together afte- the overthrow of Napoleon, they' saic “We will do something for Cracow we will give her back her ancient liberties; we will decree that for ever she shall be free and independ ent.” And they kept their word. • s the above-mentioned treaty of '’■ enna shows. But alas! for the faith of nation’ In 1846, on account of domes*'' - trouble in Cracow, the diploma*’ got together and, contrary to the solemn assurances of the treaty Vienna, blotted out the Republic 0 Cracow and incorporated the ' with the dominions of Austria Against this unhallowed piece o business England, France, Swec« and even Turkey' heartily protest ed; but Austria was determine ■ the diplomats were willing.’ and t > f Infamy was consummated. But, as has been intimated, th® end is not yet. The great poet philosopher wrote: "In the co. rupted currents of this world "■ sense’s glided hand oft shoves Justice, but ’tis not so above. There is a Lower Right and 1 Higher Right, and in the en-l Higher Right always wins. t iin-- It will win In the land. Austria, at pren-nt. bles of her own. with Hungary ging at her hroat; and eyen • ’ many ami Russia, powerful i” 11 .,,, are. are not out of th" reach or old Eternal Rectitude wn<» Is. in the llnul test, siip oi” the machinations of men >n • p iting- Os I ahlnets