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The Big and the Little. Do You
Fnjoy Strange, Overwhelm=
ing Figures?
li ) ou Do, 1 lien You May be Interested in Riading I his
Lditorial About Atoms.
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 SIMPLE3T 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 ol 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
0: s:nallness, the cell looks as big as the man looks to the cell,
and bigger.
The atom in ns turn is divided up into electrons, and liow
they are divided nobody knows yet. However, the atom is quite
small enough even to please a man with a genuine passion for
smallness. Sonic 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, gavo 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.
V
ver.
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, oi' Matter.
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
“Now. boys, we've found out the best way to get next to V/oodrow! 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
'•j 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,
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 ’carts good to see you readin’ the bally cld Times! Awfter your
£ term’s over we'll make you a professor at Hoxfora! Quite so! Just fahney!’ And remember, boys, if
y he offers you refreshments, don’t use the words ‘lemonade’ and ‘cigar’! Say you’ll have a ‘lei
v and a ‘cheroot'! And don't say ‘half-past four’; say ‘hawf awfter four’! Now. all together:
V ‘Rule Britannia, dontcherknow, Britannia rules the waves!
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 cpH “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, non
vaporous; now nothing at all, as
far as we can see!
Made ud 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
se’ecting certain vibrations, and
measuring them. Vibrations from
the sun. falling upon the face of
nature, come back reflected from
a thousand different substances iu
a thousand different colors, tints
and shades.
Vibrations Produce Effect.
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By DOROTHY DIX.
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
quiutillion 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
hat 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 oi 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 BEWIL
DEFvED IF WE WERE ABLE TO DO MORE THAN HANG
ON WITH OUR LITTLE FEET. GLUED BY GRAVITY, AND
LOOK AT OTJR NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR AND WONDER
ABOUT THE FASHIONS
O NE of tbt most interesting
and significant features of
til-' whole ferninisi move
ment is the altered point‘of view
with which women ruga id each
other. Ii has not only brought
the women of .every rank and sta
tion together, hut it lias’ taught
them to stand together.
It lias made Judy o’Grady and
tin* t’oUnuTc Lady realize that
they were sisters under the skin,
and It has made Judy o’Grady and
the Colonels 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 sec it in the fact that every
movement that lias for its aim
the safeguarding of girls, tin.*
shortening of working hours for
women, or for the welfare of
women in any way invariably has
o solid backing of the best women
in every community.
You see it in the way in which
every woman who has succeeded
in any business or profession tries
to help every other woifian 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 whose 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 a man. and that when
she wants a favor she always
goes to the opposite sex.
Rivalry and Jealousy.
what amends he call by
.lie other woman,
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 :i particle of honor or
chivalry ir: his nature, he would
marry this por»\ unfortunate girl
who was a good girl, as lie ad
mits. Until he met her. Any
way, l feel that I could never lie
happy with him. because I could
never forget or forgive his
treachery to that trusting girl.
Yet I love him dearly, and , it
bleaks my heart lo even; think
of sending’ him from me.”
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 shy is an idealist or an al
truist. She is just a plain work-
g girl, without very much edu
cation. who sees dearly 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 ago no woman would
have written sudh a letter, no
girl would have, taken such a po
rtion. For age?* it has been the
custom to make the woman bear
all the* burden of the wroftg do
ing in such Affairs, and to send
the female sinner to Coventry
while you asked the male .'tinner
to dinner.
And the chief stonors of the
Magdalenes were women, v
A New Chivalry.
1 think that the act of this lit
tle working girl who telLfc’ the
man she loves to go and marry
another woma 1 because the oth
er woman’s claim upon Iran 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 woman,
and that is something that is new
in the history of the world.
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 pine organ. Vibrating at the
rate of 4,000 per second, they pro
duce the highest note cf the pic
colo. The soul of musk 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
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 he has become so
much interested in music, through
the development of his phono
graph, til at 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 time,, upon a
scientific basis.
But even more interesting foi
those who love to peer deep into
the yet unsolved mysteries of na
ture is Mr. Edison’s plan to catch
and turn into sounds perceivable
by the human t ar 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 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. Thut
inaudible sounds will be rendered
auriib!.*, as ’astronomical photo
graphs picture invisible stars.
Like his dream, a good many
years agjo. of rendering the roar
of sun s*pots aqjlible 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 the
are to issue from his mystic pho
nograph will differ, essentially,
from, the highest notes that aiv
naturally audible to us, because
when their vibrations are redueei
to the same scale they should pro
duce a similar effect. Still, it is
possible" , fhat 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 tiie
serenade of a band of savages, but
heard issuing from the mouth of .>
phonograph whose record has
beep exposed only to open space
it would thrill the thouglitfu'
hearer with extraordinary sensa
tions.
Bui, 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?
It is almost a shame to print these big figures—they
poor Mr. Rockefeller feel desperate. His millions
small among these octillions and quintillions. Ho .v
he can find his comfort in figuring out how many thou-
[ t» nd billion:, of octillions of atoms of silver he would have if ;-r
all his money in ten-cent pieces, and how many years ii
“mid cake him 1<> count the silver ; to..ic.
Women know now ti^at a
woman's best friend is a wymian,
and that sv.t-'s t * only one who
never expect* t<* be paid back
for 1 s* r kindness. T ie old u:ivs
DOROTHY DIX
is sweet with the sisterhood
woman.
Of course, oeing human.' tlibr*
is bound to be a certain amount
of selfishness and rivalry and
jealousy. The - Oar actress has
not reached the millennium In
which she oteps aside and gives
the spotlight io 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
The New Sea Song
By JAMES J. MONTAGUE
Secretary Daniel* ha* ordered the term* port anil starboa
abandoned, for right and left: also other change * of sea language
conform to the mart rational shore talk.—News Item.
T HE battleship "Josephus," with a thousand employes.
Her chimneys belching brownish gas, moved out across the
seas.
The manager upon the roof leaned o'er the balustrade
Vnd watched, a little to the left, the shore line sink and fade
Downstairs the kitchen stove was lit. and many a savory course
\Yas there to feed, at halt-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:
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Hearst’s Sunday American
Words of Praise From Georgia Papers
IV r< sis
Ity wit!
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 rights.
A most interesting illustration
of this change! point of view of
women, and of their new realiza
tion >f their sisterhood has just
come to me in a letter from a
young girl of nineteen She
writes that >ne is deeply in love
with a man to whom sac ! en
gaged to be married. Sm ' ;s
recent};, found out. ivrcyor. t at
til's >:-.s wV ape 1 a >,t»:;uw
sir’. \\ d. ph a• ' : ,» . n
“Fifteen men on the trunk of the deceased!
Rah! Rah1 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 member of an establishment
That originally numbered, on its initial trip.
Five and seventy!”
'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 ail
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.
But hark! Up yonder in the air there-comes a crackling sound,
A wireless letter! Now the beat begins to turn around.
The chauffeur, bracing both his feet upon his teakwood lattice,
Swings heavily from 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!”
\nd as he gulps down his surprise the music-making throng
That stands behind the dining room trolls forth this salty song:
“On wild dt light his sonl he feeds
A v toward ih- rerr his * :ip orocirds.
\n r l in ihe apc.r of I'm- boat
Jit chants icilh proud'jf *v el lino throat:
J .eft-hand farce. heVu!
heft-hand force, Icft-ln-nd foS-e!
I.- eft-hun! loo-ref. L -• -tit!”
“HAILED WITH INTEREST.”
(Athens, Ga.. Banner.J
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 NEY SPARER.”
(Brunswick. Gr.. Nev.s.)
Heatst’s Sunday American cer
tainly looks good t » us. It is a
gem oi r. newspaper from any and
• v. :w p*,:nJ v; ...
“ONE OF THE BEST.”
(Covifagton, Ga.. News.'
Hearst’s new Sunday paper in
Atlanta, The Sunday American, if»
one of tlifv best newspapers it has
been our pleasure to read. I he
scope covered throughout tin
news section is broad and enter
taining. showing the niastei
of newspaper men who
how to produce the best.
hand
know
“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."
f.Hawkinsville, Ga.. News.)
Hearst’s Sunday American ’- c
■a mammoth publication and >>
bound to be a big success, as it
caters to all classes.
•IS A GREAT PAPER."
(Butbr, Ga.. f I era Id.»
Hearst’s Sunday American is
real caper.
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