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Atlanta’s Real Love of
Music Is on Trial
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The Size of the Audience at the Philharmonic Concerts Will Be
the Test.
Atlanta, proud of its annual grand opera season, its mag
nificent Auditorium organ, its reputation as a city of culture,
has an opportunity this winter to prove whether it loves music
for music’s sake or fills boxes and ehairs at the opera because
it is the correct thing to do. The Atlanta Philharmonic orches
tra has become the test.
Before a fairly large audience the Philharmonic orchestra,
gixty excellent Atlanta musicians, gave its first concert of the sea
son at the Grand last Sunday afternoon. Its work, despite inade
quate rehearsals, was a revelation even to the most critical music
lovers in the audience. Such intricate, difficult numbers as Beetho
ven’s Fifth Symphony and the Slavic march of the Russian mas
ter, Tschaikoweky? were played with technique and expression in
keeping with their importance. Mortimer Wilson, the new con
ductor, proved himself fully capable of welding into a harmonious
instrument the sixty individuals he had drawn together for the
concert. It was not the Boston Symphony, it was not Theodore
Thomas, but it was an orchestra superior to any professional or
ganization heard here in recent seasons, and one of which Atlanta
may well be proud.
The Atlanta Musical association believes the time has come
when the city can enjoy and appreciate and support the best or
chestra] music, just as it has supported the annual season of
grand opera. The Philharmonic will not play rag-time, for there
is plenty of rag-time at any five-oent theater. But it will give
frequent concerts where music of lighter vein, yet excellent music
for all that, will be played. It will make an earnest effort to
bring about an appreciation of the best work of the greatest
composers, and to become as much an important factor in At
lanta as its business enterprise, its public spirit and its universal
energy. It may be the means of making Atlanta as famous as a
center of culture as it is now famous for its commercial success.
The Philharmonic concerts are given on Sunday afternoons.
First, because many of its members are professional musicians
who must play elsewhere every day and night in the week, and
second, because the musical association believes, with a great
number of other citizens, that Atlanta has reached a period when
public sentiment demands something on its Sunday afternoons
besides the alternative of strolling in the streets or staying in
doors with a book. It believes that uplifting, inspiring music
may be no less helpful in its influence because it is heard in a
theater instead of a church; that the man or woman who profits
by a sermon in the morning may profit again by a concert in
the afternoon.
Atlanta’s real love of music is on trial. The size of the
audience at the Philharmonic concerts will be the test.
Richard the Lion-Hearted
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
SEVEN hundred and twenty
years ago, King Richard the
First of England, better known
as "Richard the Lion-Hearted,”
while making hie way home from
the point where he bad been ship
wrecked on the Adriatic, was made
prisoner by the Duke Leopold of
Austria and sold for a good round
sum to King Henry the Sixth of
Germany.
It was the richest prize that had
fallen to anybody for a long, long
time. We are not informed how
much Duke Leopold received from
Henry for the regal capture., but we
know that Henry made a mighty
good thing out of It, for In order to
get their king back the English
people had to pay the German mon
arch three hundred thousand
pounds in gold, or, reckoned in our
money, one million five hundred
thousand dollars.
“■•ntlment and national pride
aside, it was a very foolish deal on
tne part of the English. The Lion-
Hearted was not worth the price
that they paid li<r him. Except as
n. trouote breeder, Richard was not
worth a penny. The English peo
ple would have done better to have
left their king remain in Henry's
keeping.
But the gefierallty of people in
those days, even In England, were
I fetich-worshipers, and felt about
their 'kings" and "lords” as th.
'j Aleutian Islander does today ab.>ui
his totem pole or the African n<
about his "Mumbo-Jumbo." and
they felt that it was their duty to
pay the ransom and get their adored
“royalty" back again.
The story of Richard's reign Is
anything but a delectable one.
Crowned in 1189, the original
"Rough Rider" began running
amuck at once, which practice he
faithfully kept up to the last.
On the very day of his corona
tion he gate the order which re
sulted In a 24-hour massacre of his
Jewish subjects, for no other rea
son than the fact that they were
Jews,
With the blood of his unoffend
ing Jewish subjects still undried
on his coronation robes Richard be
gan collecting money and men for
rescue of the Holy City from the
hands of the "infidels."
We know how utterly fruitless
his Crusade turned out to be, and
how, after having perpetrated in
numerable follies and brutalities, he
finally turned his face homeward
again, to be shipwrecked on the
coast of Italy and, later on, cap
tured in the Gextuas forests'.
Ransomed by his people, and re
turning home, Richard spent the
rest of his life—a period of some
five years -fighting his worthless
brother John, who, it seems, hud
designs on the throne.
Millions of English money and
thousands of English lives were
* aerified In this foolish struggl.—
u struggle that was happily ended
b> the arrow which, on the «th of
April, 1199. laid Richard low before
tli.' ■•nstle of t'iinluz. which he was
nt that time bcwh'KitkK
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depth of over two miles. It shows the way a vessel is raised by the ice. This photograph was
taken by Herbert G. Ponting. F. R. G. S., whose moving pictures, taken on the expedition, are
teaching scientists the wonders of antarctic animal life.
Woman’s Most Fascinating Age
MISS MARY GARDEN, who is
generally conceded to know
a thing or two, has an
nounced that 35 is a woman’s most
attractive age, and that she never
means to go beyond it.
Many other women agree in this
opinion. It is, in fact, no uncom
mon thing to find a lady so enam
ored of 35 that she stays that age
for 25 years at a stretch. Indeed,
my favorite story concerns a wom
an who, when arrested for some
offense • against the law and
brought to trial, gave her age as 35.
Five years later she was again
haled Into court before the same
judge, and again gave her age as
35.
“But,” said the judge, "when you
were brought here five years ago
you gave your age then as 35.”
"Very likely. Your Honor,” re
sponded the lady. “I’m not the
sort of a woman who would say
one thing one day and another
thing tomorrow.”
But when is a woman most at
tractive? It depends upon the wom
an and the taste of the judge.
Heroines of the Past.
In times past men’s fancies
seemed to have run to extreme
youth. Shakespeare made Juliet a
chit of fourteen. Scott’s heroines
range along about seventeen and
eighteen. The Mellssas and Clar
issas were all in the squab class.
Sir Charles Surface and his fellow
gallants toasted “the maiden of
bashful sixteen."
We like them older now, and re
gard it as the first evidence of
senile dementia for a man to ex
hibit a marked leaning toward the
kindergarten. To most of us no
other human being is so absolutely
uninteresting as a properly brought
up young girl who is too old to be
told fairy tales and too young to be
told anything else.
Undoubtedly. however. many
women are at their best in the
year® between sixteen and twent).
They have then the beauty and the
grace that all young animal® pos
sess, whether they ure kittens or
puppies, or humans. They have a
certain animation of youth that
wants to Jump around and play and
laugh that we mistake for intelli
gent'* Above all, they are at an
age when we do not expect wisdom
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 11. 1912.
By DOROTHY DIX.
■ or knowledge, and so we do not ‘i
detect their lack of brains.
Twenty-two is a charming age.
It is the high noon of youth. The
bud is just beginning to unfold, yet
the dew is still upon it. It is the
hour in which a woman first dis
covers she really has aheart. Up
to that time a girl has been merely
concerned in having a good time,
and the chief difference between one
man and another consisted in -what
he could do for her pleasure—how
well he could dance; how many
theater tickets he was good for;
whether he owned an automobile or
not.
They Play Every Card.
At twenty-two a woman’s beauty
is at its best, her enthusiasms arc
at full tide, she knows enough to
listen intelligently, and not enough
to make her opinionated. Above
all, she is ready to love and be
loved, and she is still plastic
enough to be molded .to the hand
of the man who gets her.
Thirty is the age at which the
fool woman is impossible, the col
lege woman at her best, and the
worldly woman most fascinating.
The silly woman, who was a
charming little goose at sixteen, has
developed into a bore and a bundle
of heaviness by the time she is
thirty. The college bred woman,
who is a late bloomer, has just come
Into her own, and is a sensible, in
telligent companion for men who
like women served up with a gar
nish of brains. Also they have
not yet developed a mission in life,
as they are liable to later on, so
thirty is their most attractive age.
As for the worldly woman, at
thirty she is no longer an amateur
at the game of life, but a profes
sional who knows the value of every
card and how to play it. She has
learned how to make the most of
her charms, how to dress, and, more
valuable still, she has acquired the
art of playing upon the weaknesses
of men as upon a harp with a thou
sand strings. Any man who es
capes from the woman of thirty who
has marked him for her own de
serves a t'arneglc hero medal, and
is entitled to the world’s sprinting
record.
At thirty-live, according to Miss
Garden ami other® whose experience
entitle® their opinions to respect, a
v woman is at her best. Certainly
she is midway between youth and
age, and has some of the charms
and advantages of both, but her
youth Is the youth of sophistication.
It is a time when she calls art to
the aid of nature, when the bright
ness of her eyes, and the roses on
her cheeks, and the redness of her
lips, and the gold of her hair owe
something to the comer drug store;
when she enthuses over things with
malice aforethought, and loves w’lth
her head instead of her heart.
It is'an age at which a woman is
most dangerous because she know’®
with deadly certainty what she
wants, and is coldly calculating in
her way of getting it. It is an age
at which a woman marries for an
establishment instead of a hus
band, and when she would rather
have a string of pearls than a
heart’s devotion.
Forty-five is the age of the sur
vival of the best fitted among wom
en. All the others have gone into
the discard. It is the age at which
the business woman is at her best,
when she is sanest, most comradely
and most interesting. It is the gold
en age also of the spinster, who has
given up the struggle to be a fas
cinator of men and absorbed herself
in other pursuits. Many women
who have been unattractive in
youth at middle age have an In
dian summer of loveliness of mind
and person that their springtime
never knew.
Come Into Their Own Then.
There are other women who never
come into their own until they
hold a baby on their breasts. They
may have been homely, awk
ward, hard of face and blunt of
speech, lacking all grace; but moth
erhood turns them into madonnas
that send us to our knees before
them.
And there are other women
whose best hour is almost their
last hour. Ugly In youth, they are
beautiful in age, for life and expe
rience often chisel rough features
into beauty, and love lights a lamp
within the dull soul of many a
woman that Irradiate® her whole
being. Just the goodness and the
kindness on many an nid woman's
face make It beautiful.
A woman is at her best anywhere
from the cradle to the grave ac
cording to the woman henelf,
THE HOME PAPejJ
Garrett P. Servissl
Writes on I
Carnegie’s Pension KF | ■
Proposal k
Reception Accorded Plan to Provide for Ex- |
Presidents Proves That We Are Not En- |
tirely Money-Mad. Simple and Digni- | -
fled Remedy Would Be to Increase Salary ’VS' I
or to Provide a Government Pension. I
Bv GARRETT P. SERVISB.
THE American people needed
just such a shock as the rich
Mr. Carnegie administered
the other day. Xt has helped to
clear the atmosphere, and to give a
stimulating fillip to the spirit of in
dependence which has made this
country what it is. It has caused
the American people to wake up to
two important facts—first, that
they ought to look out for their
own dignity in caring for their pub
lic servants, and, second, that
money is not everything, nor even
the greatest of things, in American
eyes.
The idea of having an ex-presl
dent of the United States, or the
widow of an ex-president, made
comfortable for life by the bounty
of an ultra-rich individual is ab
horrent to our entire social and po
litical system. Very wealthy per
sons are liable to catch the Monte
Cristo spirit and to think that “the
world is mine.”
How It Was Meant.
Os course. Mr. Carnegie had no
thought of assuming a patronizing
attitude in making his offer, but if
he had stopped to think long
enough, and if lie had re-read some
of the pages of his own book on
“Triumphant Democracy,” lie would
have foreseen the revolting aspect
of his proposal, and then he would
never have made it.
When a man has occupied the
office of president of the United
States, the greatest office in the
world, lie is not afterward an ob
ject of charity, even if his pockets
should happen to be which
is not likely ever to be the case.
But if it be true that our presidents
have to expend, in order to main
tain the dignity of their position,
more money than their salary af
fords them, then It is the PEO
PLE'S duty to see that they do not
suffer in consequence. The simple
and dignified remedy is to increase
the salary, or provide a pension
from the revenues of the govern
ment. If Air. Carnegie should be
permitted to furnish money out of
his private resources, the whole
world would, justly, point the finger
of scorn at this great common
wealth.
Rich Man's Philosophy.
Perhaps we owe a vote of thanks
to Mr. Carnegie for shocking us
into a realization of the situation.
Possibly he intended his offer sim
ply as a rebuke to our neglect—if
we have really been neglectful.
Anyhow, it is more kind to him to
assume that he had that intention
than to take his proposal as an in
dication that he believes that the
American people need a Maecenas,
a rich man to pay their debts and
maintain their dignity.
This is beyond question a money
age. Everything is apt to be meas
ured by its money value. If a man
gets rich first and becomes a phi-
The Song of the Rail
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
Copyright 1912, by American-Journal-Examiner.
OU. an ugly thing is tin iron rail,
Black, with its face to the dust.
But it carries a message where winged things fail;
It crosses the mountains, and catches the trail.
While the winds and the sea make sport of a sail;
Oh, a rail is a friend to trust.
The iron rail, with its face to the sod,
Is only a bar of ore;
Yet it speeds where never a foot has trod;
And the narrow path where it leads grows broad;
And it speaks to the world in the voice of God,
That echoes from shore to shore.
X
Though the iron rail, on the earth down flung,
Seems kin to the loam and the soil,
Wherever its high shrill note is sung.
Out of the jungle fair homes have sprung,
And the voices of babel find one tongue,
In the common language of toil,
Os priest, and warrior, and conquering king.
Os Knights of the Holy Grail,
Os wonders of Winter, and glories of Spring.
Always and ever the poets sing!
But the great God-force, in a lowly thing.
1 sing in my heart of the rail,
losopher after he has established B
his residence on "easy street,” hi* K
philosophy is sure to be tainted bj ■
his previous narrow experience. ■
He sees everything through gold- ■
en spectacles. He forgets that the B
love of money is the root of all B
evil, if he ever knew it, and adopts |
the belief that the possession of I
money will cure all evils. H e ought B
to begin by meditating on the B
words of Confucius: "The sagei B
dealt with riches so that they ■
should not have the power to make I
men proud, nor poverty the power B
to make them feel pinched.” B
Most people think that the inll-B
iennium means the reign of peace. I
Nothing of the sort. The mH- ■
iennium means the REIGN OF ■
CONTENT, and it can only come I
when all men shall have learned B
to be satisfied with enough to meet B
their actual wants. There will be fl
no multi-millionaires and no dwell- fl
ers in the slums to be stared at and fl
patronized when that happy time fl
arrives. It is not war that keeps fl
back the millennium; it is the spir- fl
it of greed. The young man who, fl
starting out in life, sets the indlca- I
tor on the dial of his ambition at ■
SIOO,OOO, and when he lias got the I
SIOO,OOO sets it again at $1,000.0M, I
and when the $1,000,000 is obtained S
puts it forward to the $100,000,00'1 I
mark, AND THROWS HIS SOUL I
AWAY TO REACH IT, will not I
be a fit inhabitant of the earth hi I
the millennial age. I
Industrious Will Get Money.
The proposal to provide a private I
pension for ex-presidents will be a I
boon if it sets men to thinking of ■
the relative values of things in this I
world. It should make the young I
look within themselves to see j
whether there is not something no- I
bier in their nature than the I
money-getting instinct.
Everybody needs a certain amour.: I
of money, and the industrious will I
always get as much as they need, s
But there are a thousand things of I
the highest Importance to man I
which neither breed money nor I
need it. At the beginning of your I
career you may have to achieve I
pecuniary' independence, but when I
you have achieved it, stop and think I
of more important things. If yon I
do not, you will become among men I
what Carthage became among na- I
tfons —a thing of scorn for histo- I
rians, a money-bag obstructing the
path of human progress.
Even if you should remain poor
In money all your life, provided that
you have developed your better na- i
ture, have remained upright and
honorable and self-respecting, have
recognized the fact that you have
an immortal soul and a mind thirst
ing for knowledge, and have learned
to look broadly upon the earth, I
and up at the stars, you will be
able to meet death with a serenity
at least equal to that of "him who .
- hath great riches.”