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Nv EDITORIAL RAGE he Atlanta THE HOME RARER THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published K\ By THE At -0 East Entered as second-days matter Subscription Price- Delivered Pi Afternoon Except Sunday :• HtGIAN C< 'Ml’ANY P aiu.i St., Atlanta. CJ» .•Mtoftlce at Atlanta, under act of March 3,1873 *? er. 10 cents a week. By mail, $5.00 u year. Lbio in Advance. GETTING A PERFECT LADY’S GOAT Copyright. 1913, International New* Sortie- u Mag 4| SB at; 4; • 81 ’ tdlil ai 1 in i S. A New Emphasis for an “Ample Navy”--A Navy That Will Offer Protection. 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 ifc 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 v.Ali 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 every citizen whose rights may be invaded. Nor have we, who do not know, any right to criticise Cali fornia, 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. e Plea of the Guileless Jap By JAMES J. MONTAGUE. M OST HONORABLE PRESIDENT: Us friendly Japan*? 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 Francis k great credit to the town. But we the property can't hold, and so we come to you. JUo^t Honorabb President, and ask you, “How can do?” Most Honorable "President: Your California State She got one legislature-law that all is out of date. We lik to have on. lovely dock to dry our warship in. So he ean be already when the war she shall begin. But wc an own no land at all. and though we go.t the pelf. If we start out to build him dock, they tell us. "Chase yourself!” Most Honorable President: If that war she shall come. We oh all be—what you call it in your language—on the bum; We like to have our ships right by on San Francisco Bay. So wr m start right in to lick your Honored I T . S. A. But them mean California men they say no Japanee Along no coast that they have, got can own no property. Mom Honorabb President: On you we lay our cause, Wc ask you won't you go butt In and change them unjust laws? W < need some arsenal*’ to hold our military stores And houses so our soldier men won't need sleep out of doors. An.: them rough men in San Francisk don't want the friendly Jar ther* when the trouble come to blow them off the map. •>. bind genial President, please make that cruel State *l*e ? >*.' t. i> ai’. t he land we need inside that Golden Gate. You wend your 17. F. Soldier out to Sacramento quick. And tell them that w Japanee do—what you call it—kick. We got to have them forts and docks—we need them dreadful bad. And if you don’t do what we ask—beware!—you make us mad. What World Needs Most of All By ELBERT HUBBARD. Copyright, 1913, 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 the aid of the joint-stock company and increased capital manufacturing became a busi ness. separate and apart from the household industries. Three Processes. The increased demand for food from factory towns suggested a better quality of farming, and so horse-power came in to replace hand-power. Farming became a Western business. Instead of the band-reaper, told of in poetry and legend, we had the 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 the 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 ever been before. There arc three processes in civilization. One is to dig. the next *s 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 nas been unable to take ad vantage of mechanical power in his business. All of his vitality, all of his po tential ability 10 think, goes into 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. Hut farming is still lagging a hundr d years behind, pulled by -JECffg. - -r 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 his fuel on his back, so to speak No stationary engine will answer his purpose. The first move in the direction of using mechanical power on the farm was when 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 for a score or more of farmt rs, \yas a great move in 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. 1 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 has other limitations. Gasoline is volatile, is affected by temperature, cannot bo trana- j ported in wooden barrels, has to j be stored underground, and in crease? lire risk. Besides, its cost is more than uouble 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 cf dynamite. Dynamite has a wonderful power to destroy. But a mush room can lift just as much as the same weight of dynamite, provided you give it time. A lichen grow ing 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 ;hat 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 engines. And the next need of this coun try is that the Government shall at least control the supply of crude cil. or coi trol the price of all petroleum products. ii The House of Our Fathers” The Southern Bov Is Getting in the Reaeh of the National Spur. There Arc 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 i.traln 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 with 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 tl\e 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 Perry, 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 shop 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 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, one 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 fire 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 yard in front, and that is where he was born. Off to the right i H 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, (lung 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. 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 I'age, 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. Unde Sam—into the “House of the Fathers.” A By GARRETT P. SERVISS. 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 1 have read?” I do not know, and nobody knows, whether there ever was an Atlantis, but the great Greek philosopher Plato said there was. and his 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. with beautiful palaces, and broad culti vated lands, teeming with 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 had almost van ished and the traditions con cerning it were contradictory and uncertain. Yet, because they w ere 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 named 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 Atluntis, 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 whole, 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 deeper portions, far from the shores, are of a character which I 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 elsewhere 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 a 1 the bottom of the sea, there i ? 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 had once lain near, or above, the suriac ^ of the water.