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The Big and the Little. Do You
Enjoy Strange, Overwhelm
ing Figures?
If 'l ou Do, I hen You May
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 of 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
your nose and throat more living things in twenty-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 OF 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
SNOW 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
mau 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
they 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 vial, 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 allowed the corpuscles to run out of the flagon
at the rate of one thousand every second.
TO GET THEM ALL OUT WOULD TAKE SEVENTEEN
QUINTILLIONS OF YEARS.
This is how seventeen quintillions looks in figures:
17,000.000,000,000,000.000. 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
drogen 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 nebulae 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 ETERNITY MEANT. It was told of an enormous moun
tain of solid rock, miles high. Once in a thousand years a little
bird came and rubbed 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 face. Unlimited BIGNESS
man 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 BEW1L
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
P. S.—It is almost a shame to print these big figures—they
make poor Mr. Rockefeller feel desperate. His millions
ery small among these octillions and quintillions. How-
he can find his comfort in figuring out how aiany thou-
billions of octillions of atoms of silver he would nave if he
11 his money in teo ’ent pieces, and how many years it
would take him to count the silver atoms.
By DOROTHY DIX
O NE of the most interesting
and significant features of
the whole feminist move
ment Is the altered point of view
with which women rotat'd each
other. It has not only brought
the women of every rank and sta
tion together, but it has taught
them to stand together.
it has made Judy o’Grady and
the Golonel’s Lady realize that
the> were .sisters under the akin,
arid it has made Judy O'Grady and
the Golonel’i Lady feel re
sponsible for each other and anx
ious to help each other.
Striking Examples.
You see this exemplified in the,
; way in which rich and fashion
able women, and women college
professors, and college graduates
have rallied to the assistance of
the striking garment workers in
their fight for a living wage and
decent working conditions.
You see it in the fact that every
movement that has for its aim
tile safeguarding of girls, the
shortening of working hours for
women, or for the welfare of
women in any way invariably lias
a solid backing of the best women
in every community.
You see it in the way in which
every woman who lias succeeded
in any business or profession tries
to help every other woman who is
starting forth to begin her own
battle with the world.
Only a few days ago the papers
published the story of a wealthy
woman who had commissioned a
singing teacher in New York to
pick out two poor girls with fine
voices w hose expenses she would
pay while they went abroad and
fitted themselves to become opera
singers.
In these days you never hear a
woman say that a woman's best
friend is n man. aud that when
she wants a favor she always
goes to tile opposite sex.
Rivalry and Jealousy.
Women know now that a
woman's best friend is a woman,
and that she's the only one who
never expects to lie paid hack
for her kindness. The old day s
when every woman wrv* <*
clous of every other woman
they w er* at each othe throat
• *«es have goiu merge
in the dawn of a better era tha
to make what amends he can by
marrying the other woman
•’I ''eel that this other girl has
a far stronger claim upon him
than I have," she writes, "and
that if he were any sort of a man.
and nad a particle of honor or
chivalry in his nature, he would
marry this poor, unfortunate girl
who was a good girl, as he ad
mits. until lie met her. Any
way, l feel that I could never be
happy with him, because I could
never forget or forgive his
treachery to that trusting girl.
Yet I love him dearly, and it
breaks my heart to even think
of sending him from nit*.'’
is not this letter—and I assure
you 1 have quoted it literally
an illustration of the new nobil
ity 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
cation, vviio sees clearly her duty
to her sister woman, and uncon
sciously realizes that * women
must fight each other's battles,
shoulder to shoulder, when they
face a common enemy. —
Ten years no woman would
have written such a letter, no
girl would have taken such a po
sition. For ages it has been the
custom to make tlie woman bear
all the burden of the wrong do
ing in such affairs, and to send
the female sinner to Coventry
while you asked the male sinner
to dinner.
And the chief sinners of the
Magdalenes were women.
A New Chivalry. .
I think that the act of this lit
tle working girl who tells the
mK.* 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. ft
It Is a beautiful example of the
chivalry of woman to woman,
and that is something that is new
in the history of the world.
uspl-
. and
DOROTHY DIX
is sweet with the sisterhood of
woman.
Of course, being human, there
is bound to lie a certain amount
of selfishness and rivalry and
jealousy. The Mar hi tress has
not readied the millennium in
which she steps aside and gives
tlie spotlight to the debutante;
live woman who is at the head of
a department does not yield her
position and fai salary to a new
comer without a struggle, nor
does the wife resign her husband
to an affinity without a protest,
any more than men do any of
these things, but there is a more
fair and honest rivalry between
women than there used to be. and
a keener realization of other
women's lights.
A oust interesting illustration
of this change! point of view of
women, and of their new realiza
tion >f their sisterhood has just
romp to me in a letter from a
young girl of ineteen. ^he
writes that she is deeply in .ve
with a man to whom she is en
gaged to be married. She has
recently found out. however, that
this, man lias wronged a young
gir:. and. pulling aside her nvn
feelings she has been urging him
The New Sea Song
By JAMES J. MONTAGUE.
Secretary Daniels has ordered the terms port and starboard aban
doned for right and left; also other changes of sea language to con
form to the more rational shore talk.—News Item.
r | aH E battleship "Josephus,” with a thousand employees,
j Her chimneys belching brownish gas, moved put across the seas.
The manager upon the roof leaned o’er the balustrade
And 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 quart of Jamaica!
Intoxicants and the evil one had decimated the remainder!
Rah! Rah! Rah! and a bottle of Jamaica!
But a single surviving memoer of an establishment
That originally numbered, on its initial trip,
Five and seventy!”
Garrett P. Serviss
Declares
The Universe Is a Vast
Theater Composed En
tirely of Vibrations.
If There Were No Vibrations There
Would Be No Sight. Sound. Touch,
Life, or Matter.
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
“Now, boys, we’ve found out the best way to get next to Woodrow! You know he gets all his in
formation out of the London Times! We must play up the English strong! We’ll give him a spiel
something like this: ‘I say, Woodrow, dear old top, those are rippin’ fine ideas you’ve got about the tariff!
Of course, between ourselves, dear old chap, you’re a bit tangled and you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree,
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
term’s over we’ll make you a professor at Hoxford! Quite so! Just fahney!’ And remember, boys, if
he offers you refreshments, don’t use the words “lemonade’ and ‘cigar’! Say you'll haye a “lemon squash’
and a ‘cheroot’! And don’t say ‘half-past four’; say ‘hawf awfter four’! Now, all together:
‘Rule Britannia, dontcherknow, Britannia rules the waves!
Britons nevah, nevah, nevah shawn’t be slaves!’” S
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W E live in a world, and in
deed in a universe, com
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."
The ether is shaken one way
and a blazing sun shines out; It is
shaken another way and a solid
world comes into existence. Oth
er vibrations form animals and
plants to inhabit the world. Still
others dissipate them into appar
ent nothingness. Everything is in
a continual flux, 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 U9 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 of
nature, come back reflected from
a thousand different substances in
% a thousand different colors, tints
and shades.
Vibrations Produce Effect.
They strike upon a rose, 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 fall upon a violet,
and the 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 the pic
colo. The soul of music dwells be
tween those limits. All above or
below is. for us. either silence or
mere noise.
In a fascinating article in the
Cosmopolitan Magazine for May
yoat 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 he 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
ll pon
sic, for the first time,
scientific ba-ms.
But even more interesting for
those who love io peer deep into
tlie yet unsolved mysteries of na.
lure is Mr. Edison’s plan to catch
and turn into sounds perceivable
by the human ear a multitude of
\ibrations which are continually
playing about us r 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 are
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 be possible to
catch records of 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. Thus
inaudible sounds will be rendered
audible, as astronomical photo
graphs picture invisible stars.
Like his dream, a good many
years 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 al! 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. Still, 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 unmelodious as the
serenade of a band of savages, hut
heard issuing from the mouth of a
phonograph whose record has
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 does 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 away 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?
Comments of the Press on
Hearst’s Sunday American
Words of Praise From Georgia Papers
Rui hark! l’p yonder in the air .here comes a crackling
\ wireless letter! Now the boat begins to turn around.
The chauffeur, bracing both his feet upon his teakwood la
Swings heavily from left to right tlie 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
He gasps, and solemnly exclaims: "By Jingo! It's afloat!
And as he gulps down his surprise the music-making thron
That stands behind the dining rojm trolls forth this salty
"On wild delight his soul he feeds
As toward the rear is ship proceeds.
And in the apex of the boat
He chants with proudly swelling throat:
Left-hand force, hello!
Left-hand force, left-hand fo'-ce!
Left-hand foo-rce. he-e-el-lo!”
sound,
ttice,
boat.
•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 that 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
readers 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 OF A NEWSPAPER”
(Brunswick Ga.. News.)
Hearst’s Sunday American cer
tainly looks good to ns. It ie a
gem of a newspaper from any and
every point of 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 7 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 anv*-
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 i- s
bound to be a big success, as it
caters to all classes.
“IS A GREAT PAPER."
(Butler. Ga., Herald.)
Hearst’s Sunday American is a
great paper.