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Two Clerks Had a Boss==They
Decided That They Could (io Into Busi=
ness for Themselves==What happened
Two young men worked for an employer who did not quite
suit them.
They did not like their hours, they were not satisfied with
pay, they were discouraged especially by the fact THAT
THESE SEEMED TO BE NO CHANCE FOR IMPROVE
MENT AHEAD.
These two young men decided that they would enter busi-
ne : for THEMSELVES. They said: ‘ We are young, ener
getic. What others have done, WE can do. Let us use our
brains and energy to make our conditions better.”
One of the young men started out as follows: The day
that he dropped his regular salary he felt like crying. Next
Saturday loomed up very dreary ahead of him. He tried to do
one thing, and found it was much harder than he thought. He
tried to do another tning, and he found it was much harder than
the first. Bills began to come in, AND NO SALARY WAS
COMING IN. There were complaints from his friends that they
didn t see him, there were complaints in his home. The head that
was held so high when he started out began to get lower. The
eye that was bright had a worried, anxious look.
Finally this young man said: ‘‘I guess I was MADE to be a
clerk. Clerks are pretty happy after all, even if THEY DO
have to take orders and get bossed around, and have long hours.
An employer to pay me every Saurday night is a pretty good
thing, even if he doesn’t pay me much.”
So this young man went back to clerking, and considering
his character, it was the very wisest thing he could have done.
The other young man went out and he had more trouble than
the first one. But when he dropped his salary he said to him
self, I have quit clerking AND I MEAN IT, ’ ’ and he DID mean
it.
He found that life was harder than it had been, but he was
willing to stand it. He found that it took some time to realize the
dreams that had seemed so easy when he had been dreaming
them, BUT HE KEPT AT IT.
He said to himself, “I can do what others have done, but I
have got to go through the troubles and worries and hard times
that THEY went through.”
He didn't fool himself, he didn't fool those with whom he
talked, he was willing to take things as they came.
For more than a year the other clerk who went back used
to smile and laugh at the clerk who didn’t get back. And it was
pretty hard for the man that stuck to his resolution.
But eventually, the man that stuck to his idea, the man
WHOSF- FAITH IN HIMSELF WAS BASED ON ENERGY
AND CAPACITY, found that he could succeed, as he had hoped.
At present he is running his own business, clerks are work
ing for him. The fact that he had IN HIM to do what he said
he would do has made him successful. The other clerk who gave
up and went back is now a confidential, fairly well paid man in
the employ of the man that COULD stick and DID STICK.
Young men may adapt this story to suit themselves.
We are not advising men who hold good jobs to give them
up INDISCRIMINATELY—far from it.
The man who gives up a good thing erratically for an uncer
tainty is pretty sure to regret it. But at least once in every
man's life there comes the prompting toward freedom.
Every man has his day of strong resolution, his day of de
termination.
And for one man that STICKS a thousand turn out like the
feeble clerk that went back.
This, of course, is inevitable. In this world, where competi
tion and struggle settle everything, the strongest are bound to
GIVE orders and the weaker men to TAKE orders.
Not all men can be THE STRONGEST. Not all can succeed
in making themselves independent of others.
But this we do say to young men: If you make up your mind
that YOU INDIVIDUALLY will not give up, YOU INDIVID
UALLY will succeed.
tt V.
Senator Bacon !s
Entitled to His
Nomination
United States Senator A.
0. Bacon, of Georgia, was duly
and regularly nominated in a
Democratic primary last Au
gust to succeed himself in Con
gress.
He was opposed vigorously and aggressively inside the
party by a strong Democrat, who lost to the Senator after a gal
lant and exhaustive contest.
This nomination was for the Senatorial term in succession
to Mr. Bacon's, which began on March 4 last, although an awk
ward provision in the laws of Georgia made it impossible for the
legislature to ratify that nomination until July of this year.
Governor Brown, however, wisely proclaimed and admitted the
validity of the nomination by appointing the Senator to fill the
vacancy occasioned by the termination of his regular period of
accredited service in the Senate.
Whatever may be the method whereby Senator Bacon's
successor shall be elected, however—and the ratification of the
seventeenth amendment to the Federal Constitution would seem
to make his election direct by the people imperative—The Geor
gian takes it as settled that Mr. Bacon will be, without question,
the Democratic standard bearer in that election.
The suggestion that he may have opposition, or that his
rht to the nomination may be in any wise forfeited, is certain
ly’a mistaken suggestion. Again to require him to seek the
nomination would be unfair, unnecessary, and un-Democratic.
x would subject both the Senator and the people of Georgia to
v: sless expense and annoyance.
The incoming legislature should provide promptly for a
£ to rial election, and that election should be held in time to
get the returns back to the legislature for canvassing before
summer adjournment.
Nothing less than this will work justice to Senator Bacon
> d the Democracy which nominated him to succeed himself.
H; continuity of service and his committee standing should
be preserved even more for Georgia s sake than his own. And
<>nt\ by acting promptly, and along the lines set up, can the leg
islature perform this service to the people.
He Hooked Her—She Hooked Him
“The Blood of Twenty Heathen Centuries
Still Speaks in Modern Brutalities”
Dr. John E. White Writes on “Whipping Women.” “If It Rains
While Sun Is Shining, It Means the Devil Is
Whipping His Wife.”
Mysteries of Memory, a Faculty Not To
Be Abused, Scientifically Explained
Many of the World’s Most Noted Geniuses Cultivated This Re
markable Gift and Utilized It in Furthering the
Ambitions of Their Lives
A N English writer has just
been recalling the remark
able history of the Rev.
Thomas Thtekheld, a Presbyter
ian minister, of Richdale, who, it
Is averred, carried the entire Bi
ble in his head, so that if the
n Hiber of a chapter in any of
the books was given to him he
could immediately recite the en
tire chapter from memory. He
was a living encyclopedia of dates
and facts of all kinds, and could
speak ten languages.
Similar instances of extraordi
nary memory frequently arise,
and they possess a certain im
portance for the light they throw
upon a faculty of immense value,
which most of us entirely neglect
to train and develop.
The popular belief that a power
ful memory is not an accom
paniment of great Intellectual
ability does not appear to be well
founded. Napoleon could go
among his guard anil call by
name any member of it who hap
pened to attract hts attention.
Macaulay’s memory was the basis
of bis enormous productivity as
a writer. Many other men of
tirst rate ability have had extra
ordinary powers of memory.
Still, it is true that the many
instances of remarkable memory
relate to persons who were either
eccentric; or defective, in men
tality.
Possessed Musical Memory.
The famous dwarf. Tom
Thumb, had as perfect a mem
ory of musical sounds, although
he possessed no scientific knowl
edge of music, that upon hearing
a new piece he could sit down
and play it at once.
The “Learned Blacksmith,” Kl-
ihu Burritt, \s ho continued to
practice his trade nearly ail his
life. learned FIFTY LAN
GUAGES. He learned Latin and
('.reck, and read the Aeneid and
the Iliad, while he was still an
apprentice it the forge.
Antonio Mugliabecchi. a poor
Ulorentine. never forgot anything
that he read. On one occasion
he hastily read over a manu
script that a writer hud lent him
as a test, and immediately took
| a.kay Long afterward, whoa the
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
writer came to him in distress,
saving that his manuscript had
been burned, Magliabecchi re
peated eVery word of it. The
Duke Cosmo III. made him his
librarian, and learned men of all
GARRETT P. SERVISS.
kinds used to come to him for
facts and dates rather than take
the time and trouble necessary
4 io consult the books. He was
never at a loss, whether the sub
ject was history, theology or lit
erature. He was allowed to
travel in order to carry away in
his head the treasures of other
libraries. Once the Grand Duke
asked him where he could find a
certain book.
“There is but one copy in the
world.” said Magliabecchi. “and
that is in the Grand Signior’s
library in Constantinople. It is
the seventh book, on the sec
ond shelf, on the right hand as
you enter."
Divided Into Two Classes.
This calls attention to a pecu
liarity of memory which many
persons possess. They can recall
I places as if they saw them before
I their eyes. 1 often been
aided in searching for a particu-
I lar put- age b> aa instinctive
recollection that it is on the right
or the left hand page, and near
the top. the middle or the bot
tom, even though I may not have
seen the book for years.
Some psychologists divide
memory into two classes—mem
ory of form, or visual memory,
and memory of sound, or audi
ble memory. Many persons never
forget what they hear, but quick
ly lose what they read. In gen
eral. we remember better what
we have seen. How often do we
meet a face that we recall per
fectly, without the slightest re
collection of the name of the per
son that it belongs to? This is
another proof of the educational
value of pictures, whether “mov
ing” or “still.”
On account of the almost uni
versal existence of visual mem
ory, systems of memory train
ing are frequently based upon
the association of the things to
be recalled with a series of vis
ible or tangible objects. A speak
er will sometimes utilize his fin
gers, his lings, his watch chain,
or objects in his pockets to as
sist him in recalling the divi
sions of his subject, or the state
ments that he intends to make.
Sometimes he will, as it were,
plant the divisions of his dis
course in the various corners of
a room, or upon striking objects
that it contains, confident that
a glance will find them when he
wants them.
Must Not Be Burdened.
Memory is a faculty that must
not, according to my experience,
be too much burdened or wor
ried. It likes to be trusted. Run
lightly over the facts and state
ments that you wish to put into
speech, and do not strain the
mind overmuch in trying to
memorize them by frequent rep
etition. Let them rest in the
background, and give rein to the
imagination. Then they will flock
to you as if they were glad to
come, and often they will bring
associated things that you had
not thought of in advance. Mem
ory is a chain whose links may
be broken by too much pulling,
but when it is allowed to run
lightly upon visible wheels it
often amazes its possessor by its
riches.
Written for The Georgian by
L ord Wellington invited
his German ally at Water
loo, General Blucher, to
visit him in London. He took him
to the top of St. Paul’s and
showed him the wonderful city.
“What do you think of it?” he
asked. “The blood of twenty
heathen centuries rose in his
cheeks,” and he repiied: “What a
city for pillage!”
The blood of twenty heathen
centuries rose in his cheeks! That
is a gripping sentence, and it un
covers the peculiar persistence of
all our barbaric survivals.
“Scratch an Englishman and you
will find a Tartar.”
It came to mind when I read
that the wardens of the Georgia
prison system were agitating for
a restoration of the custom of
whipping refractory female pris
oners. When the scientists in the
universities hear of it it will go
down in their notebooks for
classes in Genetics as phenomena.
Of course the Legislature of
Georgia will have scant reaped
for the proposition and it will
come to nothing, but it reminds
us that “the blood of twenty
heathen centuries” has not all
run out of our veins, but that it
is running out every day. The
civilization of Georgia ha9 gone a
long ways forward since the
treatment of prisoners was a
subject of public indifference.
When the traffic in convicts was
ended the State entered a new
era of penology. Henceforth,
what is done to a prisoner it is
you and me and all of us who
do it.
Why Not Whip the Women?
Is it because they are too good,
too gentle and inoffensive to be
whipped? Nay, verily. There is
nothing worse in the possibilities
of human nature than the worst
woman. It is because of our
selves that we will not whip
women any more in Georgia.
We all remember the case of
the DeCris woman, the Savan
nah Diamond Queen. She was an
ugly character and the trouble
she gave the authorities was no
torious. She exasperated them to
the limit, and then beyond the
limit. She tempted them and
they fell—into bestiality. Her
meanness provoked the represen
tatives of the State of Georgia to
a meanness as bad as hers.
Having the power and being
enraged, they tied her hands to
the ring in the w’all above her
head and whipped her until she
REV. DR. JOHN E. WHITE, Pastor Second Baptist Church.
succumbed. When she succumbed,
you and I and all of us “felt
down.” It was a contretemps in
Christian civllzation. A drop of
“the blood of 20 heathen centu
ries” splashed on the white page
REV. JOHN E. WHITE.
and the whole book was ashamed
of itself.
Have you seen it raining while
the sun is shining? ‘‘The devil is
whipping his wife,” we say. What
does the old saying mean? It
means that nature is disgracing
itself, that sunshine and rain are
incongruous and that the devil is
at his worst when he is whip
ping his wife.
In the emergence from bar
barism, humanity has discovered
certain leading lines which guide
upward, and which, if it turns
about and follows in the contrary
direction leads downward. One
of these great leading lines, which
measures progress, is our thought
toward and our treatment of
womanhood. The savage did not
understand that when he struck
his wife he inflicted a blow upon
his posterity.
too
firm
J UST a year ago it was that I
saw her last until yesterday.
A little, thin, nervous, wor
ried-looking woman—with eyes
bright, mouth too set.
little hands too tight
ly clasped, going up hill in an
old-fashioned wagon pushing on
the lines.
There was a good driver in the
front scat and a good steady horse
in the shafts, a good smooth road
under the wheels, a fine green
landscape all around to see, but
my friend didn’t see it; she was
too busy pushing on the lines.
Let Him Do the Pulling.
Up. up. up the long hill climbed
straining wheels. “Gid-dap,’
aid the driver as he spat content-
into the splendid gulf of
green below the bluff; “gid-dap.
and the patient, steady old horse
“gid-daped” quietly, calmly, stead
ily to the top of the, long hill.
At the top my friend leaned
back on the cushions. “There.”
she said, and sighed in great re
lief. The driver turned in his
seat and spoke with all the free
dom of the Western spirit.
“Tired, ain’t you?” he said.
“Tired?” echoed my friend,
"why, yes. 1 guess I am.”
“Well now.” said the driver,
soothingly, “you hadn’t ought to
The old horse, he did all the
I wouldn’t push so hard
lines when we come to the
next hill.”
The woman s face relaxed, her
yes softened a Hjttie.
jo,” she said, “I believe
>od advice,” and she
the
edly
b.
pulling,
on the
bright
“That’s
that’s
By WINIFRED BLACK.
waved us a good-humored good
bye as she and the driver and the
old horse and the old-fashioned
mountain wagon started down the
hill.
Yesterday 1 met my friend for
the first time since then. Her
back was toward me and 1 didn’t
know her till she turned.
Such a young back it was. and
so was her face, young and rested
and pleasant and full of a kind
of calm joy that had been miss
ing when last I saw her.
"What in the world has hap
pened to you?” said I. “You look
like a girl again.”
My friend smiled. "1 am,” she
said, “and yet it is all so simple.
“I learned it from the driver on
the mountain road. I’ve stopped
pushing on the lines, that’s all,
and you can’t think how much
easier the road is to climb.”
Stopped pushing on the lines,
that wap it.
Always Pushing on the Lines.
My friend has a good husband,
kind, devoted, successful in a
quiet sort of way. Not so clever
as my friend, not so ambitious,
not so full of energy, but the man
of the family without a doubt. I
have often wondered If her con
stant pushing and prodding and
reminding and spurring didn’t get
on his nerves. My friend told me
about it.
“You know Joe as well as 1 do,”
she said. "Poor fellow, he’s hud a
time of it with me. 1 was always
pushing on the lines and thinking
I was helping, and all the time it
didn’t do a thing but make me
tired before we got to the top of
the hill.
The sign of our escape from
savagery Is our better under
standing and our keener appre
ciation and our greater sensitive
ness. The fact that a woman was
a prisoner in some castle dungeon
did not exclude her from the sym
pathy of King Arthur’s knights.
It intensified their chivalry.
What Shall the Wardens Do?
That we are governed by sen-
timantal considerations is not to
be denied. Sentimental consider
ations govern civilization at its
highest.
Vf'hat shall the wardens do,
then? Must they not enforce dis
cipline? Yes, and a thousand
times, Mo. There are methods of
discipline which do not degrade
the State of Georgia. Let them
be applied sternly enough and
with perseveranoe. But there are
methods of discipline which would
degrade the State of Georgia, and
they are effective. They reduce
the most stubborn to submission
because there is an extremity of
unconsciousness at their end, just
beyond which grins the ghost of
death.
Human nature can not support
the easy possibilities of their ex
quisite torture. Shall they not be
employed when necessary to
break the spirit of the devil that
possesses, the prisoner? A thou
sand times “No,” because the
State of Georgia is a civilized
State.
It were better that prison dis
cipline suffer, better that the war
dens endure something than that
a Christian State should lose its
soul, which is very much more
important than the wardens.
By however low an estimate
you put on the women in the scale
of human values, because they are
negro women, you only indicate
the stoop of the State to their
level when brutality of power
matches itself against the brutal
ity of ignorance and weakness in
the convict camps.
The appeal to the Legislature
for the ring in the wall and the
cat-o-nine tails is ill advised. The
people of Georgia are not moving
backward in humanity toward
prisoners.
Besides, as a practical matter,
in a few years more the difficulty
of securing white men who are
willing to hire themselves out to
whip women—even negro wom
en—ought to become a serious
difficulty. "The blood of twenty
heathen centuries” is playing out
in this world.
Why Don’t You Stop Pushing on the Lines!
Don’t Worry and Fret and Nag Yourself or Anybody Else. It Only
Gets on Your Own Nerves and It Doesn’t Get You
Anvwhere At All.
“Joe never hurries; he never
goes into things with his heart
and soul; he just does the best
he can and lets it go at that.
“It used to fairly kill me to get
him off to the office. I wanted him
to hurry. I wanted him to get to
work, I wanted him to do things
and ‘hustle,’ and he never would,
he couldn’t. He had just so much
strength, just so much energy,
and just such a hill to climb, and
all the pushing- I did didn’t make
a particle of difference to him
or to me or to the load.
“I’m Ten Years Younger."
“I worried, and fretted, and
nagged, and was irritated, ‘push
ing on the lines all the way, and
we didn’t get to the top a bit
quicker for all my pushing.
“Suddenly, last year, when the
driver told me that about the
lines, it all was clear to me and
I’ve never done it since; i»t
once.
'‘When I feel like hurrying .roe.
when I wish he'd do something
quicker than he does, or put more
life into the doing of it, I just
lean back and untie my face and
say to myself, ‘don’t push on the
lines,’ and it’s all right.
“I’m ten years younger, and so
’s Joe. I take time to enjoy
things. I don’t worry over what
I can’t help, and in the long run
1 guess we get over the road
about as well as we did before,
if not a good deal better.”
Don’t push on the lines. I wish
every woman who nags would
learn that lesson. She needs it
and so does her husband.