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UNCLE TRUSTY!
The Big and the Little. Do You
Enjoy Strange, Overwhelm=
ing Figures?
Il \ ou Do, 1 lion } uu May be Interested in Reading 1 his
Editorial About Atoms.
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Do you realize, readers, that it is impossible for us to judge
OF THE SIZE OF ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD?
For instance, from one point of view a human being is a
colossal giant, as great as the universe as that universe reveals
itself to you.
Your body contains endless billions upon billions of cells.
Every one of these cells is divided into infinite collections of
molecules, and these in their turn into atoms, and these into
electrons. (We have not YET subdivided the electron.)
Every one of the endless billions of cells in your body
breathes, eats, has its separate sensations and functions.
In one corner ol YOUR anatomy, in the inside, where
things run themselves, there exist living creatures exceeding in
number all the human beings on the earth, AND ALL THAT
EVER HAVE BEEN ON THE EARTH.
When you have a cold in your head and begin sneezing vio
lently, there are borne upon the mucous membrane that lines
vour nose and throat more living things in tw«flty-four hours
than there are human souls in heaven or the other place, endless
hundreds of millions of them.
A man is a marvelously gigantic creature, looked at from
the point of view CF THE CELL, THE SIMPLEST LIVING
ORGANISM
And yet this earth, upon which sixteen hundred million
human beings with all their billions of cells live, might drop
upon the sun’s surface. AND IF THIS EARTH EVER DID
DROP UPON THE SURFACE OF THE SUN, IT WOULD
MELT BEFORE IT STRUCK THE SUN, LIKE A FLAKE OF
SNCW FALLING UPON A RED HOT STOVE. Man is an en
tire universe IN THE EYES OF THE MICROBE THAT IS
BORN AND DIES WITHIN HIM. The earth looks big to man.
It is as a pebble compared to the sun. And the sun, in infinite
space, is smaller proportionately than a grain of sand on the
shore of the Pacific Ocean.
Man, with his endless billions of living, breathing, eating,
feeling cells, fed by the blood and requiring the fresh air as does
man himself, is apt to look upon one of these cells as a very
small thing.
But to the atom, which we used to consider the final limit
of smallness, the cell looks as big as the man looks to the cell,
and bigger.
The atom in its turn is divided up into electrons, and how
i hey are divided nobody knows yet. However, the atom is quite
small enough even to please a man with a genuine passion for
smallness. Some enthusiastic religious authority said that a
great many human souls could dance upon the point of a needle.
So they COULD, assuming—which seems reasonable—that each
soul is about the size of an atom. An atom could go for a long
walk across the top of the point of a needle, imagining himself
to be lost on a vast, deserted plain of solid steel. Lord Kelvin
helps you to imagine what an atom is like by telling you that
compared with a drop of water a single atom is about as big as
a marble compared with the size of this earth.
John A. Brashaer, talking at Lehigh University several
years ago and quoted in the American Machinist, gave even a
more bewildering idea of the littleness that is possible in nature.
For instance, he said that if you took a tiny glass rial, equal
to two-fifths of a cubic inch, and filled it with hydrogen cor
puscles. you would have in it five hundred and twenty-five oc
tillions of those corpuscles. That is quite a large number. Here
it is. written out in figures—525,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,-
000,000.
To tell you that a tiny flagon as big as the tip of your little
finger would hold five hundred and twenty-five octillions of sep
arate corpuscles may not mean much. Perhaps this comparison
will help you.
Suppose you allow ed the corpuscles to run out of the flagon
at the rate of one thousand every second.
TO GET THEM ALL OUT WOULD TAKE SEVENTEEN
QUINTILIJONS OF YEARS.
This is how seventeen quintillions looks in figures:
17,000,000.COO,000.000,000. Nature, you see, is not in a
hurry and not stingy.
We simply wanted to call your attention to the marvelous
possibilities of littleness and bigness in this entertaining cosmos.
To empty a flagon as big as your finger tip filled with hy
arogen corpuscles, pouring them out at the rate of one thousand
every second, would take seventeen quintillions of years. That
seems a long time.
And yet. to empty this universe of the huge suns, planets,
satellites and neoulae that it contains would occupy seventeen
quintillion times seventeen quintillions of years, if you poured
out the planets and suns at the rate of seventeen quintillions to
the second, and after the length of time suggested you would
not know that you had even begun.
You know the fairy story of the child that wanted to know
what ETF.RNITY MEANT. It was told of an enormous moun
tain of solid rock, miles high. Once in a thousand years a little
bird came and nibbed its beak against that mountain of rock.
And when the mountain had entirely disappeared from that
cause. THAT WAS THE END OF THE FIRST SECOND OF
ETERNITY.
Eternity of TIME man must faoe. Unlimited BIGNESS
nu u must face. Unlimited SMALLNESS man must face.
WORLDS unlimited. SPACE unlimited. TIME unlimited. It is
lucky for us that we are glued to this little earth, chasing hap
piness and the dollar. WE SHOULD REALLY GET BEYVIL
DERED IF WE WERE ABLE TO DO MORE THAN HANG
ON WITH OUR LITTLE FEET. GLUED BY GRAVITY. AND
LOOK AT OUR NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR AND WONDER
.ABOUT THE FASHIONS
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Garrett P. Serviss
Declares
The Universe Is a Vast
Theater Composed En
tirely of Vibrations.
If There Were No Vibrations There
Would He No Sight, Sound. Touch,
Life, or Matter.
By GARRETT P. SERVISS
W E live in a world, and in
deed in a universe, com-
“Now. boys, we've found out the best Way to get next to Woodrow! You know he gets all his in
'll formation out of the London Times! We must play up the English strong! We’ll give him a spiel
4 something like this: ‘I say, Woodrow, dear old top, those are rippin' fine ideas you've got about the tariff!
v Of course, between ourselves, dear old chap, you’re a bit tangled and you're barkin’ up the wrong tree,
Y but we don’t mind as long as you let us ’ave a chawnce to trim that bloomin' little bounder, the Common
& People! Really, dear boy, it does our ’earts good to see you readin' the bally old Times! Awfter your
jr term’s over we'll make you a professor at Hoxford! Quite so! Just iahney!’ And remember, boys, if
v he offers you refreshments, don’t use the words ‘lemonade’ and ‘cigar’! Say you’ll have a ‘lemon squash’
v and a ‘cheroot’! And don't say ‘half-past four’; say ‘hawf awfter four’! Now. all together: X
| ‘Rule Britannia, dontcherknow, Britannia rules the waves! * ■ ?
Britons nevah, nevah, nevah shawn’t be slaves!”’ §
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How Women Regard Each Other
By DOROTHY DIX.
O NE of the most interesting
and significant features id'
the whole feminist move
ment Is the altered point of view
with which women regard each
other. It has not only brought
the women of ever} rank and sta
tion together, but it lias taught
them to stand together.
Ii has made Juuv o’Grady and
the Uolonel's Lady realize that
they were sisters under tile 6kin.
ancf It has made Judy O’Gratiy an i
the t’olonvls l.ady feel re
sponsible for each other arid Anx
ious to help each otlu r.
Striking Examples.
You see this exemplified in the
way in which rich and fashion
able women, and women college
professors, and college graduates
nave rallied to the assistance of
the striking garment workers in
their tight for a living wage and
decent working conditions.
You see it in the fact that every
movement that has for its aim
the safeguarding of girls, the
shortening of working hours for
women, or for the welfare of
women in any way invariably lias
a solid hacking of the best women
in every community.
You see it in the was in which
every woman who has succeeded
in any business or profession tries
to help every other woman who is
starting forth to begin her own
battle with tile world.
Onl\ a few day? ago the papers
published the story of a wealth}
woman who had commissioned a
singing teacher in New York to
pick out two poor girls with fine
voices whose expenses she would
pay while the\ went abroad and
fitted themselves to become opera
singers.
In these days }<>u never hear a
woman say that a wqjnan’s best
friend is a ran. and that when
she wants a favor she always
goes to the opposite sex.
: Rivplry and Jealousy.
to make what amends he can by
marrying the other woman.
"I *eel that this
other girl lias
a far stronger cl a
lim upon him*
than I hav
e” she
Writes, “anil
that if hi* w
ere any
sort of a man.
and n:ul a
pa. tick
■ of honor or
chivalry in
his nature, he would
marry this
po ir. unfortunate girl
who was a
good «
•il l. tus he ad -
in its. until
he \nc
i her. Any-
way, I feel
that 1 <
could never lie
happy with
-him, b
ecause 1 could
never forgi
ft* or
forgive his
trcaelu ry l
o that
trusting girl.
Yet 1 low
him <1
early, and it.
breaks my
heart
to even think
of sending
him fn
jin nn\”
Is not this letter—and I assure
you I have quoted it literally—
an illustration of the new nobil-
it\ of womanhood?
Yet the writer has no notion
that she is an idealist or an al
truist. She is just a plain work
ing girl, without very much edu-
'■ation. who sc-, s clearly her duty
to lier sister woman, and uncon
sciously realizes that women
must fight each other's battles,
shoulder to shoulder, when they
Ya.ce a common enemy.
Ten years'ago no woman would
have written ajuap a letter, no
girl would, hove takeYi such a po
sition. For ag>>« it has been the
custom to ma!;« tlm woman bear
all the burden of the wrong do-*
ing in such a(fairs, and to send .
Um female shiner to t’oventry-
while you asked the raalfc sinner
to dinner.
And. the chief stonors of the
.Vi tgdalenes va re women,
A New Chivalry.
I think that the act of (his lit
tle working girl who tells the
man she loves to go and marry
another woma 1 because the oth
er woman’s claim upon him is
greater than hers, is worthy of a
place beside that immortal le
gend.
It is a beautiful example of the
chivalry of woman to wqman.
and that is something that .is new
in the history of the world.
posed altogether of vi
brations. If there were no vibra
tions there would be no sight, no
sound, no touch, no life and no
matter, for what we call “matter"
appears to be only an effect of a
particular kind of motion, taking
place in an imponderable, invisi
ble, untouchable medium called
“ether."
Tlie ether is shaken one way
and a blazing sun shines out; it is
shaken another w ay* and a solid
world comes into existence, oth
er vibrations form animals and
plants to inhabit the world. Stilt"
others dissipate them into appar
ent nothingness. Everything is in
a continual 11 ux, passing from
form to form, now visible, now in
visible: now solid, now liquid, now
vaporous: now nothing at all, as
far as we can see!
Made up ourselves of vibra
tions, we possess, while the atomic
combinations of which we are
formed persist, the power to per
ceive yet other vibrations, which
tell us all we know of the world
and the universe about us.
Out of the midst of this uni
versal quiver science succeeds in
selecting certain vibrations, and
measuring them. Vibrations from
the sun. falling upon the face o*
nature, come back reflected from
a thousand different substances in
a thousand different colors, tints
and shades.
Vibrations Produce Effect.
They strike upon a lose, and
the rose sends back those that un
dulate at the rate of four hundred
million-million per second and
produce for us the effect of the
color red They fail upon a violet,
and tin* violet sends back those
that vibrate at the rate of six
hundred million-million per sec
ond and produce for us the effect
of the color blue.
Sound waves vibrating at the
rate of 40 per second give us the
impression of the lowest note of
the pipe organ. Vibrating at the
rate of 4,000 per second, they pro
duce the highest note of tlie pic
colo. The soul of music dwells be
tween those limits. All above or
below is. for us, cither silence or
mere noise.
In a fascinating article in the
Cosmopolitan Magazine for May
you will read of the efforts that
Thomas A. Edison is now mak
ing to extend our knowledge of
vibrations. Mr. Edison is deaf,
as far as ordinary hearing is con
cerned. but nevertheless he has
developed a wonderful power of
perceiving sounds that escape
others, and lie has become so
much interested in music, through
the development of his phono
graph. that he is now enthusias
tically at work upon a scheme
for the standardization of musi-
# cal vibrations, the result of which,
he believes, will be to place mu
sic. for the first lime, upon a
scientific basis.
But even more interesting’ for
those who love io peer deep into
the yet unsolved mysteries of na
ture is Mr. Edison’s plan Iq catch
md turn into sounds perceivable
by the human car a multitude of
vibrations which are continually
playing about us, but which go
unnoticed because our ears are
not attuned to their rate of pul
sation.
The world, as he says, must be
full of sounds that we can not
hear because their vibrations arc
too quick. He purposes to tame
some of these wild sounds of na
ture and bring them within the
range of normal hearing.
Will Record Earth Sounds.
By running a phonograph at
high speed.it may bo possiole to
catch records ol some of them,
and then by running the records
more slowly through the repro
ducing machine the vibrations
may be so reduced in rapidity
that they will come within the
limited range of the ear. Thu*
inaudible sounds will be rendered
audible, as astronomical photo
graphs picture invisible stars.
Like his dream, a good many
year- ago. of rendering the roar
of sun spots audible on the earth
by means of a gigantic telephone,
this latest idea of the great in
ventor is full of the essentially
poetic imagination that charac
terizes all his work.
It should not be expected, how
ever. that the captive sounds, that
are to issue from his mystic pho
nograph will differ, essentially,
from the highest notes that, are
naturally audible to us. because
when their vibrations are reduced
to the same scale they should pro
duce a similar effect, fetill, it is
possible that there will be evident
in these transformed sounds some
peculiar quality that will differen
tiate them from all others, so
that we will seem to be listening
to melodies as alien to our ears
as the fabled music of the spheres.
Musicians Might Judge.
A concert of sounds caught out
of the apparently soundless at
mosphere might, judged by a mu
sician, be as tin melodious as the
serenade of a band of savages, but
heard issuing from the mouth of a
phonograph whose record ha?
been exposed only to open space
it would thrill the thoughtful
hearer with extraordinary sensa
tions.
But, just as Mr. Edison re
joices because his deafness re
lieves him from a thousand sounds
that he docs not care to hear, so,
perhaps, when he has enabled us
to hear what the powers of the
air are saying, we may be glad
that nature shut them aw y from
our ears, for who can guess what
howling and screaming and un
earthly vociferation there may be
in the seemingly quiet atmos
phere about us?
DOROTHY DIX
eri
»f
w oman.
»coins . oeing human. iHcm
is bound to be a i rtain amount
of selfishness ami rivalry JCtiil
jealous}. The star actress has
not reached the millennium in
which she steps aside and gives
| tin* spotlight to the debutante:
the woman who is at the head of
a department does not yield her
position and fat salary to a new
comer without a struggle, nor
does the wife r. sign her husband
to an affinity without a protest,
| any more than men do any of
these things, but there i? a more
fair and honest rivalry between
women than there used to be. and
h keener realization of other
women's rights.
A 'Host inter sting illustration
of this changed point of view of
women, and of thetr new reallza-
>'t n "> f thfY situThood ban jusi
P. S It in almost a shame to print thete big figures--.hey
make poor Mr. Rockefeller feel desperate. Hi. millions
Took verv -.null among these octillion and quintillion; Sow
evei. he can find his comfort in figuring out how nany thou
sand billions ol octillions of atoms c-1 silver he would nave it he
put all his money in teu-esnt pieces and how many years it
would take him to count the silver atoms.
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The New Sea Song
By JAMES J. MONTAGUE
Secretary Daniels has ordered the terms port and slarboart
abandoned for right and left; also other changes of sea language P
conform lo th' more rational shore talk.—News Item.
T HE battleship “Josephus.*' with a thousand employes.
Her chimneys belching brownish gas. moved out across the
seas.
Hie manager upon the roof leaned o’er the balm trade
\nd watched, a little to the left, the shore line sink and fade.
Downstairs the kitchen stove was lit. and many a savory course
Was there to feed, at half-past six. the right-hand working force.
Behind the dining room a throng of operatives stood
And caroled forth an old sea song as modern sailors should:
“Fifteen men on the trunk of the deceased!
Rah! Rah! Rah! and a tfnart of Jamaica!
Intoxicants and the evil one had decimated the remainder I
Rah! Rah! Rah! and a bottle of Jamaica!
Fit a 'ingle surviving member of an establishment
That originally numbered, on its initial trip,
l ive and seventy!"
But hark! Up yonder in the air there comes a crackling sound.
\ wireless letter* Now the boat begins to turn around.
The chauffeur, bracing both his feet upon his teakwood lattice.
Swings heavily front left to right the guiding apparatus.
Across the blue and,* dancing waves a motor ferry hums.
And straight to join the battleship the Secretary comes!
He mounts the stairs, he gains the roof; he looks about the boat.
He gasps, and solemnly exclaims, “By Jingo! It’s afloat!"
\ud as he gulps down his surprise the music-making throng
That stands behind the dining room trolls forth this salty song:
“fin tt’i'V delight his sou’ h» f<*r<f*
A »* card the vac his ship prove* d*.
Ana in the acre of th> boat
He eh ants with proud'y '-celling throat;
Left-hand force, he/;
Comments of the Press on
Hearst’s Sundav American
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Words of Praise From Georgia Papers
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‘MEANS MUCH TO THE SOUTH." |
(Gainesville, Ga., News.)
Hearst’s Sunday American is a
magnificent newspaper. It is well
printed, finely illustrated, su
perbly edited and filled with all
the news worth while. It Is be
lieved tl?at the entrance of Mr.
Hearst into Southern journalism
means much to the South in the
upbuilding and exploitation of its
resources.
"HAILED WITH INTEREST.”
(Athens. Ga.. Banner.)
The appearance of Hearst’s
Sunday American was hailed
with considerable interest by the
reader^ of the Sunday papers. It
was full of all the popular com
ics, contained a magazine section,
had numerous general and At
lanta local feature stories and
other interesting things in its
many pages.
A GEM CF A NEWSPAPER.”
(Errswi ’k Ga.. NV S .»
Her: Sunday Ame , : « er-
lainl. looks & »oo to us. h * a
geui oi * new S'id pel' f:o‘« anv aiei
every point «*f view.
ONE OF THE BEST."
(Covington. Ga.. News.)
Hearst’s new Sunday paper in
Atlanta. The Sunday American, is
one of the best newspapers it has
been our pleasure to read. The
scope covered throughout the
news section is broad and enter
taining. showing the master
hand of newspaper men who
know how to produce the best.
"IT IS A PEACH ”
(Brunswick. Ga., News.)
Hearst’s Sunday American is a
peach. It is one of the prettiest
newspapers off any press any
where. and Atlanta is indeed for
tunate in having such an expo
nent.
“BOUND TO BE BIG SUCCESS.”
‘ Hawkinsville. Ga., News.)
Hearst’s Sunday American is
a mammoth publication and is
bound to be a bip. success, as it
caters to sll classes.
"IS A GREAT PAPER."
«3uikr. Ga.. Herald.>
H‘ar«i's Sunil*} Ameiiean is a