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A New Emphasis for an “Ample
Navy’"A Navy That Will
Offer Protection.
THE HOME RARER
GETTING A PERFECT LADY’S GOAT “The House of Our Fathers”
The public expression of high feeling in Japan against the
California Land Law should not be lost upon the Administra
tion and the House of Representatives.
It points the way to a public duty outlined by the National
platform of the majority party and emphasized by the common
sense of the nation.
If there had been held in Atlanta a meeting of twenty thou
sand Americans, breathing such sentiments of violent hostility
toward Japan, or England, or Germany as the Tokio meeting
recorded against the United States, Diet, Reichstag and Parlia
ment would have been ready to answer promptly any proposi
tion for an increase in the navy of their countries.
It is not likely that we shall have war with Japan over the
present controversy. But it should be plainly evident that war
with Japan is possible now or at some other time. Any war that
comes to this country is most likely to come from the Orient.
President Wilson must now be impressed with that fact. The
House of Representatives must recognize it at last.
The probability of that war is immensely enhanced by the
knowledge of Japan and other nations that our country is not
provided with the “Ample Navy” which the Democratic plat
form urged and which the common sense of the country de
mands.
An unprotected country is an open invitation to the armed
assault of any nation that has a real or imaginary grievance
against that country.
If the United States had to-day the second navy in the
world, which we are rich enough to have, the Japanese populace
would not be demanding war in Tokio, and the English govern
ment would not be pressing us on the tolls of our Panama Canal.
It is a plain, startling fact that our great, rich country has
not a navy ample for the protection of both its ocean coasts. Our
navy is large enough to protect the Eastern seaboard, but what
have we for the Pacific slope? Perhaps Japan has asked and
answered that question to its own satisfaction.
Mr. Roosevelt told Congress in 1907 that the sooner our
country realized its duty to protect the Pacific Coast with an
ample navy the sooner would our country be great and safe.
That warning is even more true and timely to day.
The time will come when those men in the House of Repre
sentatives and elsewhere who refused to strengthen our national
defenses will be ashamed and afraid of the record they made
with their votes. It is a fool’s paradise to imagine we are safe
because we are isolated, and a foolish policy to wait to enlarge
our navy until we are invaded and an enemy’s fleet is at our
gates. The whole sentiment of the country is opposed to such
folly.
This great Government is under sacred obligation to protect
every State and evory citizen whose rights may be invaded.
Nor have we, who do not know, any right to criticise Cali
fomia, that does know her own racial and social and political
dangers.
The interests and the vital issues of California are entitled
to the respect and the protection of a Government of which it is
a loyal part.
Unfortunately the long-desired day of disarmament and
universal peace has not yet dawned upon the earth.
Until it does come the nations of the earth will BUILD
THEIR NAVIES AND PRESERVE PEACE BY THE POWER
OF THEIR NAVIES. No nation on earth is better able to
build battleships for defense than our nation!
Let us do it now while we are tranquil and able, and so keep
peace with Japan and all the world.
What World Needs Most of All
By ELBERT HUBBARD.
Copyright, 1 8. International News Service.
B EFORE the days of Jamie
Watt all manufacturing: was
done in the homes.
The word “wife” means weaver.
The woman made the fabrics
and she made the clothes.
Man power was the only pow
er known.
The steam engine revolution
ized the business of manufactur
ing, and transferred the factory
from the home to a separate
building
With tlie aid of the joint-stock
company and increased capital
manufacturing became a busi
ness. separate and apart from the
household industries.
Three Processes.
the eternal labor of digging food
out of the ground.
James Watt applied mechani
cal power by the use of steam.
Fulton applied the principle to
water transportation. Stephen
son invented the locomotive. Har
greaves invented the spinning-
jenny and practically solved for
us the question of manufactur
ing.
But farming is still lagging a
hundred years behind, pulled by
| The Plea of the Guileless Jap
By JAMES J. MONTAGUE.
M OST HONORABLE PRESIDENT Us friendly Japanee
Desire to build one stylish fort beside your Western sea.
We send distinguished Engineer, one man of High Renown,
To make our Fort in San Francisk great credit to the town.
But we the property can’t hold, and so we come to you.
Moet Honorable President, and ask you, “How can do?”
Most Honorable President: Your California State
Sue got one legislature-law that all is out of date.
We like to have one lovely dock to dry our warship in.
So he can be already when the war she shall begin.
But we can own no land at all. and though we go.t the pelf. '
If we >: lit out to build him dock, they tell us. “Chase yourself!’’
Most Honorable President: If that war she shall come.
We ohall be—what you call it in your language—on the bum;
W* like to have our ships r ght by on San Francisco Bay.
So we - ;• n start right In to lick your Honored U. S. A.
But them mean California men they say no Japanee
Along no coast that they have, got can own no property.
Most Honorable President: On you we lay our cause;
XV ■ ask you won’t you go butt in and change them unjust laws?
\V« need some arsenals to hold our military stores
And houses so our soldier men won’t need sleep out of doors.
An : -rn rough nun in San Francisk don’t want the friendly Jaf
To b< then when the trouble come to blow them off the map.
And so. kind genial President, pleas*e make that cruel State
Let us buy all the land we need inside that Golden Gate.
You send your l r R, Soldier out to Sacramento quick.
And tell them that u* Japanee do—what you call it—kick
We got to have them forts and docks—we neejl them dreadful bad,
: * w dm • . vs e ask - - bewar. >- > ■ i make U v m i , :
The increased demand for food
from factory towns suggested a
better quality of farming, and so
horse-power eft me in to replace
hand-power. Fanning became a
Western business.
Instead of the hand-reaper,
told of in poetry and legend, we
had th.» inventions of Cyrus Mc
Cormick and James Oliver. Maud
Muller wasn’t in it.
Constantly increasing, from a
machine that required one man
to drive and one to rake oft tin*
sheaf to be bound* we bad a ma
chine that not only cut, but
bound, threshed and bagged at
one time.
America has twenty-five mil
lion horses. We have more horses
than any other country in the
world. We have more horses than
Germany, England. France and
Spain combined.
Also, the cost of horses to-day
is higher than it has over been
before.
There are three processes in
civilization. One is to dig. the
next Bg to carry and the third is
to manufacture.
We have discarded horse-power
in the matter of transportation.
The steamboat, the locomotive
and the automobile do our lug
ging.
But we are still digging by
hand, or with the aid of animal
power.
The man with the hoe and the
slanted brow is simply a man
who nns been unable to take ad
vantage of mechanical power in
his business.
All of his vitality, all of his po
tential ability to think, goes into
ELBER. HUBBARD.
man-power and animal-power.
And the Dukhobers plow with
woman-power.
The farmer cannot hope for re
demption through electricity, be
cause the farmer's business is to
move around over a space of per
haps several miles and he must
carry bis fuel on his back, so to
speak. No stationary engine will
artswer his purpose.
The first move in the direction
of using mechanical power on the
farm was w hen we ceased to use
horses for threshing grain.
The horse-power, where a
dozen horses were driven round
and round on a sweep, is some
thing that all of the graybeards
born in the country remember
well.
The steam traction engine,
which threshed f, >< »re or
mole ol farmers,i great
move m the direction of economy
and co-operation. It did the work
at one-half the expense that
horses could do it.
However, in the neighborhoods
where coal was scarce and water
was not right at hand, there was
a deal of dead lift and labor in
hauling. I have- seen two teams
of horses working steadily, one
hauling water and one coal, in or
der to keep a thresher going.
Wood, as fuel, is now practi
cally out of the question. Coal
is heavy, cumbersome and often
scarce. Gas cannot be Transport
ed, and lias other limitations.
Gasoline is volatile, is affected
by temperature, cannot be trans
ported in wood* n barrels, lias to
be stored und : ground, and in
crease-; fire risk. Besides, its cost
is more than Rouble that of ker
osene.
Kerosene oil seems the best,
cheapest, most easily obtained,
most condensed and most valua
ble fuel known.
A pint of kerosene lias more
potential power in it than the
same quantity rf dynamite.
Dynamite has a wonderful
power to destroy. But a mush
room van lift just as much as
the same weight of dynamite,
provided you give it time. A
lichen growing in the crevice of a
rock can split the rock.
The Great Needs.
Kerosene is nature’s own fuel.
The business of searching for
oil in the bowels of the earth, and
pumping it up. is practically in
its infancy. All we have endeav
ored to do. so far, is to bring up
just enough oil to supply our
needs.
The problem yet in transpor
tation is to get an engine that
will carry its fuel on its back.
The smallest quantity of fuel in
point of bulk and weight is what
the world demands.
The fuel now that gives the
quickest results with the least
loss is kerosene.
The engine that ignites kero
sene instantly and that liberates
its power so that it is used at
once—this is the principle of the
oil engine.
The great need is an oil engine
that, in clean combustion, regu
lation, durability, light weight
and control, will equal or better
the best steam or gas engtnes.
And the next need of this coun
try is that the Government sha’l
at least control the supply of
crude t il. or control the price of
all petrolfum products.
The Southern Boy Is Getting in the Reach ol' the National Spur. There Are
Many Things to Forget, But Many More To Be Remembered. A
Baby Can Now Look Across the Mason and Dixon Line.
Written for The Georgian by REV. JOHN E. WHITE, Pastor Second Baptist Church.
W ITH a Southerner in the
Presidency, four South
erners in the Cabinet, and
a Tarheel country boy Ambassa
dor Extraordinary and Minister
Plenipotentiary to the Court of
St. .James, it begins to look as if
we are back “in the house of our
fathers” sure enough.
The South has been a long time
getting back, but there never was
any doubt about it, because
whatever the estrangement of
fifty years ago did to -train con
temporary relations with the
American government, there nev
er was a cloud between the
Southern mind and heart and the
old homestead itself
We have been walking around
the ancient premises w’ith hungry
eyes for many years—sometimes
in the front yard, but mostly in
the back yard—with the feeling
that the old place would never
be what it ought to be until we
got the old home back and the
old home got us back under the
parental roof and tucked us in
good and tight in the old “Tee-
ster” bed upstairs at the White
House.
The Greedy Tar Heels.
There is a little observation
that when the South walked in,
the North Carolinans were in
clined to reserve too many rooms.
Everybody is wondering how
they managed to do it. But when
the “full house” sign was hung
out, there it was. They had done
it.
There is “Joe” Daniels, Com
mander of the Republic's great
high seas, the guardian of the
ancient glories of Paul Jones,
Commodore Ferry, Farragut, and
the Manila and Santiago fame—
the Honorable Secretary of the
American Navy. He was the son
of a widow at Wilson, and a prin
ter’s devil these thirty years ago.
It looks a far cry from the little
print jphop on a side street in a
country town to the Captain’s
Bridge of a world’s distinction,
but a thrilling American thing it
is that the printer’s devil made
the trip.
There is “Dave” Houston, out
of the woods around Monroe,
directing the fortunes of Ameri
can agriculture. Over in the lit
tle railroad town they are whit
tling pine boards in front of the
Court House, forgetting to ask
the usual question, whether
“Thirty-eight is on time this
morning” or not. Seeing as how
* Dave has done it, it seems just
as natural as yesterday that he
was coming home from college
yard in front, and that is where
he was born. Off to the right is
an old academy building. That’s
where he went to school. Be
tween these two houses, the
American Ambassador to Great
Britain in the year of our Lord
nineteen hundred and thirteen,
was Hung back and forth from
bed to books and shaped for des
tiny right before our eyes.
It is like a chapter out of the
Arabian Nights.
The old story which as nothing
else exposes the secret and the
wonder of the great American
Republic.
Value of a Big Nose.
REV. JOHN E. WHITE.
and talking about going to Texas.
Out on a little hill where the
trees stand guard and small
white tombstones here and there
hold their obscure vigil, there is
a new-made grave, and as the
farmers of old Union drove past
the other day with their guano,
o*ne of them said: “It’s a pity old
man Houston didn’t live another
year to see what Dave was do
ing.
The New Ambassador.
Now comes this latest shock of
pride to the Tar-Heels and it is
running like a lire all over the
State--Walter Page in the big
gest, highest station the Ameri-'
can Republic can send a citizen
to. Another little town that
did anything in the world but
furnish it men and women is at
least half awake to-day.
Before you get to the Capital of
the State from the West, you
have to pass through Cary. It
is simply one of the necessities
of the railroad situation. Out to
the left a hundred yards away
is a plain boarded, weather-beat
en, two-story house, and a big
If you have seen the picture of
the new Minister to Great Brit
ain you were struck with the
man’s nose, for the photographer
cannot shut it off. You need not
be afraid to mention it. because
it is a family glory. It explains
why when the new Ambassador
in some time of international exi
gency speaks the American word
with authority the European dip
lomats will sit up and take no
tice that there is a man on the
job. After all It does not matter
really where opportunity gives a
man a place to stand if he has
the right sort of nose.
His father, old man Frank
Page, was Ambassador Extraor
dinary and Minister Plenipotenti
ary in his day. It is being re
called now in the little village,
forlorn in its pride, that one day
our new Minister to St. James
became involved in diplomatic
complications in the horse lot.
For the purpose of making it a
closed incident he earnestly ex
claimed: “Pa, you will hurt my
new coat.”
It evoked a most belligerent
response like this: "Yes, and I'll
hurt your back before I get
through.”
Here is another secret of Amer
ican greatness.
It is all good to think of. The
Southern boy is getting in the
reach of the National spur. The
schoolmaster’s task to-day down
South is to link up the past to
the present.
There are many things to forget
but many more things to remem
ber. A baby can now’ leap across
the Mason and Dixon line.
From every farm where at
nightfall the little brood gathers
about the fireside and from every
little school house where the day
hums along over the oasis of re
cess—they are coming. Uncle
Sam—into the “House of the
Fathers.”
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
A MAN asks me by letter:
“Was there ever a conti
nent, or island, of Atlantis,
and did it really sink to the bot
tom of the Atlantic Ocean, as I
have read?”
I do not know, and nobody
knows, whether there ever was
an Atlantis, but the great Greek
philosopher Plato said there was.
ami bis story of what ancient
traditions told about its wonders
and its* awful fate is one of the
most interesting ever written.
Mentioned Lost Atlantis.
Plato said that Atlantis was a
large continent, situated in the
Atlantic, west of the Strait of
Gibraltar; that it was the scene
of a marvelous civilization, such
as the world, up to his time, had
never again witnessed; that it
contained populous cities. wiih
beautiful palaces, and broad culti
vated lands, teeming w r ith the
richest products of the soil; and
that, suddenly, it was over
whelmed by a flood of waters and
sank beneath the sea, leaving
only the tips of a few' mountains
projecting above the waves.
Other writers of ancient times
mentioned the legend of lost At
lantis’.
Solon, the Athenian sage and
lawgiver, who lived nearly 600
years before Christ, is said to
have heard about it during his
travels in distant lands. But even
in his time the memory of the
sunken continent ad almost van
ished and the traditions con
cerning it were contradictory and
uncertain. Yet. because they were
so persistent and widespread, it
is reasonable to conclude that
there happened in remote an
tiquity some overwhelming cata
clysm that powerfully affected the
imagination of surviving mankind
and made an ineffaceable impres
sion upon succeeding ages.
Lord Bacon hamed one of his
most important works “The New’
Atlantis,” and through all litera
ture the story of the vanished
continent has left its traces. It
is one of the greatest legends in
human history.
When the new science of ge
ology began to be cultivated it
was thought, at first, that it fur
nished unquestionable corrobora
tion of Plato’s story, because it
seemed to demonstrate that the
seas and lands of this globe had
often changed places in past
GARRETT P. SERVISS.
times; and, if that were so, evi
dently it was perfectly possible
for a continent to have once oc
cupied a large part of what is now’
the Atlantic Ocean.
In the latter half of the nine
teenth century the sceince of
oceanography was developed, and
exploring ships were sent through
all the great seas, armed with'
sounding apparatus capable of
reaching depths of several miles.
The soundings then made revealed
the fact that the bottom of the
Atlantic is very irregular, sinking
at some places in vast depres
sions. rising elsewhere in broad
plateaus, and occupied at certain
points by mountainous elevations,
whose peaks occasionally attain
the surface.
Then it was guessed that the
Azores Islands might be remnants
of drowned Atlantis, and an at
tempt was made to trace the out
lines of former lands connecting
the Old World with America,
across the oceanic neck between
Africa and South America.
Speculative thinkers began to
theorize about the possible peo
pling of the American continnent
by the passage of races of men
over this supposed land bridge,
and thus an explanation was Im
agined of the curious resem
blances between the civilization
and the architectural remains of
the Eastern and Western worlds.
It is now generally held that
the ocean basins have always
been depressions filled with wa
ter. and that the great continent^
as a w’hole, have never been un-.
der a deep sea. The waters
which once covered immense
areas in North America and oth
er continents were shallow basins,
and a relatively slight change of
level sufficed to turn them into
dry land. The deposits found on
the floor of the Atlantic, in its
f deeper portions, far from the
shores, are of a character which
indicates that they have been ac
cumulating uninterruptedly for
countless ages.
At the same time, it is prac
tically certain that some of the
great archipelagos which lie near
the shores of continents, like the
East India Islands, were once
connected with those continents.
Question an Open One.
And it is just possible that the
changes of sea level that have
occurred elsew’here were, in some
cases, sufficient to submerge an
area of continental extent. So, it
may be said that the question of
the former existence of a conti
nent, or at least a great island,
somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean
is still open.
But if future exploration should
reveal its rocky skeleton lying at
the bottom of the sea, there is
hardly the remotest chance that
any indications of the brilliant
life which Plato said once cover
ed it would be found.
The discovery of fossils in those
rocks, however, would be irrefra
gable proof that they bad once
lain near, or above, the surface
of the water.