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4 EDITORIAL. RAGE! The Atlanta Georgian ™ e home PA f= E r THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday By T11 !•: G K< > KG IA N C< >M I »A N Y At 20 East Alabama St.. Atlanta, Ga. Kmeic.t .i> .-*e. . »i i - class matter at postoftl at Atlanta, under act of March .’.,1873 Subscription Price- Delivered by carrier, 10 cenls a week. By mall, $5.00 ft year. Payable In Advance. When Will You Own Your Own House? How Olten Do You Plan About Getting Out Into the Coun try. and Really LIVING, Instead of Existing in a City? Copyright, 1913. We advise readers to own a piece of ground, build a house on it, and live on it. Some have taken this advice, bought the WRONG piece of ground, and regret it. Many have chosen the right spot and are glad of it. Even the most unfortunate selection, the least profitable purchase, IS A GOOD AND PROFITABLE THING IN THE LONG RUN. IF IT TAKES THE FAMILY FROM THE CITY TO THE COUNTRY. Buy some ground and OWN your own home. Get away from paved streets and city dust and a life that is bad for you and bad for your children. Get out where you can see the sun in the daytime and the stars at night, where your children can grow up, noticing the change of the seasons, realizing that such things exist as Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. A man living in a city is nothing but a prisoner, free in name. You can buy land still very cheap. You can get enough for a house and a small garden and a few chickens and some flow ers, and you can have a house built with the aid of a building- association or otherwise—and the whole thing in the end won’t cost you as much as your rent costs now. Be careful when you buy, and careful when you build. Don't buy land now, unless YOU COULD LIVE ON THAT LAND NOW Get near a railroad or a good street car system. Don’t grudge an hour in the morning or an hour in the afternoon if necessary to take you from your house to your business and back again. ’An hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon can well be spent thinking, reading and planning. The man who can 1 1 use two hours of solitude each day wisely is to be pitied Be cautious, conservative, keep within your means, BUT OWN YOUR OWN HOME IF YOU CAN. And then work with others for the first big reform that ought to come in this country, namely, ABSOLUTE FREE DOM FROM TAXATION FOR THE HOME IN WHICH A MAN RAISES HIS FAMILY-PROVIDING THE HOME DOESN'T COST MORE THAN $5,000. No man should be taxed on an economical residence in in which he is rendering service to the state by bringing up his children properly. How Parents Spoil Their Children Copyright, 1913 This editorial is written in response to the request of a reader. He asks us to point out the harm that parents do by giving conflicting orders to children. Many thoughtless fathers and mothers bewilder their chil dren and hinder their development in the way complained of. In the system of laws which govern grown men the first essential is UNITY of law. If laws should conflict, no man would be expected to live or to develop properly under them. The will and the instructions of the parents are the LAWS which govern children. The child is unfortunate whose parents are whimsical. Still more unfortunate is the child whose father and mother dis agree on important points—one saying You shall do that,” another You shall not do that”—one ordering a certain thing, the other forbidding it. UNCLE TRUSTY! Copyright, iyi3, International News Her\i> oh magnificent 5itp-father <7?- / The Solar system we wouuj ukv’ f To Pass a vew uAvys relat^c, > our OWN PROPERTY- WE humbly 'Crave Your glorious permission before ^ PROCEEPlNG "FURTHER. “—' \ % AS JAP AM WOULD UKE IT'. Z5 am what i>o\ You TmiHkI ,»f That \]' Ella Wheeler Wilco Writes on Spiritual Spring Many Exaggerate Their Lesser Troubles of the Past and Elevate Them to the Space Reserved for Sacred Sorrow. Written For The A.tlanta Georgian By Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copyright, 1913, by American-Journal-Examiner. A ‘‘Boys. I’ve drawn a cartoon showing how Japan ivould like to dictate to us about our laws! You know. Woodrow seems to be very anxious not to hurt the feelings of the Japs! We must take advantage of this and go and see him right away! We’ll pull a line of talk like this: ‘We politefully beg honorable Woodrow to give honorable Trusts good chance to swipe pocket- book of honorable Common People! When honorable Japs invade this country because this country not got navy for protect hon orable Pacific Coast, then we call this country United States of Japan!’ This country gets Japan's honorable goat! Banzai! Kliliu, those remarks of Marshall's about lawyers seem to grouch you! I suppose they remind you of the old times when you defended Tweed! Ah, those were the happy days!” College Trained Cooks Are Skilled Workers Do Not Complain When They Ask You for Modern Tools Therefore, The idea of education is first of all to develop what is IN the child, bringing out what is good in him, with as little op pression and coercion as possible from without. The child should be controlled mainly by making him feel personally the uncom fortable results of a harmful action. Nature corrects us grown children solely by making us suf fer the consequences of our own deeds. Children should be cor rected in the same way—not arbitrarily, not by threats, but through their reason, their sense of justice, and their respect for inevitable consequences. Above all, the child should be made thoroughly to respect laws and rules. There should be no such thing as conflict be tween parents. A single order from a father contradicted by a mother is enough to destroy all respect for parental authority. On this subject we expect to write very often and very fully at a future time. We carry out our reader's request to-day in urging upon parents to be CONSISTENT by discussing and settling differences of opinion among themselves, and never de stroying the child s respect f«»* authority by conflicting orders. By DOROTHY DIX. A MONG tlie many things that Kansas does’ well Is to teach aspiring girls how to become blue ribbon cooks. Re cently a Kansas woman engaged one of the graduates of the do mestic science course to do culi nary stunts in her kitchen, and thereby congratulated herself too soon. For said the new cook: "1 can't make pastry without a marble slab. “ I must have a spatula. "Also an oven thermometer, some good scales, a bread mixer, rotary eream whip, a glass rolling pin and an egg separator." The graduate is now looking for another situation. This story is making the rounds or the funny columns of the newspapers, and is supposed to be side spllttingly humorous. By why? Where does the joke come In? Why is it to laugh? The expert cook was simply de manding the tools of Her trade, the tools she must have if she did good work. Nobody would see anything amusing In a carpenter demanding a hammer, and a saw, and a plane, and rule if he were starting to build a house. Nobody would laugh if a plumber asked for a soldering Iron, and a wrench when he went to fix a pipe. No body smiles if a painter calls for various sizes and kinds of brushes when he fares forth to paint a barn. Cooking Is a Fine Art. Why then Is it so ridiculous for a cook to demand the proper in struments with which to execute her art? Certainly no one will deny that cooking is a fine art. and an exact science, to hoot, and the reason we have so much bad cooking is because the average cook is forced to work without the proper tools. She is in the fix that a carpenter would be if he hammered in bis nails with a brick, and whittled off the end of a board with bis jack knife, or the plumber who had to cut his pipe in two with a pair of scis sors. or of the painter who daubed on his paint with a rag. poking school graduates seem laughably absurd to the average reader, yet a dis passionate consideration of them will show they are absolute nec essities to turning out good work. Why are millions of pounds of meat sent to tli i table burnt to a se too raw to eat? lse the cook had no neter. or didn't know that has r : a good pair of scales in it; yet by weighing her pur chases is Hie only way that the housewife can keep lab on the tradesman with whom she deals and find out Whether she is being cheated or not. Moreover, the The demands cin limp 1 DOROTHY DIX recipe for every cake, and pm. and pudding is a nicely balanced chemical formula where the re sult depends upon tlm propor tions i eing kep* accurate. To do this a good pair of scales is in dispensable, an: where one is ac- curatob used the way the bak ing turns out is not a matter of luck, it's predestined suc cess. As for the other utensils de manded by the scientific cook they are mere labor saving de vices that enable her to do swift ly and easilj tasks that would otherwise be 'edious and tire some. That we sho.Pcl find anything to laugh about in the cook wanting her proper tools merely shows that we are ignorant, blundering fools, still sunk fathoms deep in the slough of ancient supersti tions that make us think that anything is .n od enough for a woman to work with, and that it doesn't make : ny difference about saving time or iabet For there \\ . The Kansas woman was horri fied at tlie thought of installing a few modern labor saving devices in her kitchen that would enable the work to be scientifically done, instead of in a hit-or-miss way. Her husband would doubtless have thrown a tit had she pre sented to him the list of tools that tlie new cook wanted. If Men Had to Cook. Yet you may be very sure that that same man has the latest model of self-binders and reap ers anti ploughs on his place if lie’s a farmer; or if he is a bank er that he lias patent adding ma chines; or if he is a merchant | that h • has installed the swift est and most perfect automatic bundle carriers on the market, or if he is a manufacturer that he has the finest high geared ma chinery that money will buy. He doesn't let bis employees bungle along with out-of-date tools. The criticism frequently made that women show their lack of in telligence and executive ability by the fact that there has been less improvement in the domestic art than any other, and that while men have progressed from plow ing with a crooked ptick of wood to the automobile plow, women are practically keeping house just like their grandmothers did a cen tury ago. It is true that the woman’s kitchen hasn’t kept pace with the man’s factory, and that women still use archaic methods and tools in their work, but it is to be re membered that it is man who car ried the purse, and that when any labor-saving device was to be bought he bought it for h ini Pelf, and not for his wife. If men had to do the cooking, and washing, and sewing, them selves, there would be a tireless . cooker, and a washing machine, and electric ironfc, and a motor on the sewing machine in every house in the land. But women haven’t the money to buy these things i^Muselves. and when they ask their husbands for them, the husbands reply that their moth ers didn't need any such con trivances, and that they don’t be lieve in new-fangled ideas, any way. The advent of the college bred cook with her demand for the proper tools of her trade marks the beginning of a new era in domestic life. It lakes housework out of the despised class of menial labor and makes of it a fine art, and it shows how pitiful has been tlie waste of woman’s toil through all the years because she lacked the conveniences that would have lightened her labor. Will Be Modern Housekeeper. Those who wish to laugh at the scientific cook’s demand for the proper instruments for her art had better laugh quickly, for the day is almost upon us when every woman will see that her kitchen is as thoroughly equipped for effi cient work as her husband’s store or factory is. And then a woman won’t have to work from sun to •°un, but by the aid of vacuum cleaners, and electric ranges, and silver polishers, and so on. she can do the labor for her family and still have time to belong to Browning circles, and attend classes for exercise. I N a very beautiful sonnet, Mrs. C. E. Whiton-Stone verses sorrow in the spring of the year. I give the sonnet in full below: O jonquils, tlaming prophets of spring. They have upreached to bloom, the second ttene Since my beloved died, ye come sublime With resurrection earth transfig uring. As if ye strove in some sweet way to bring A breath of healing from his deathless clime! A hint of hope to which my soul might ding— And yet I can not welcome, for ye drew From light of suns he could not * see, your gold. And faithless, ye peem waiting but to strew Your heart’s dead petals where ye break the mold. What, with your vaunted hope, have 1 to do? Not a ?>e\v spring I covet—but the old. T HIS is exquisite verse, and it was written from a full heart, as Mrs. Whiton- Stone had met with irreparable earthly loss, the loss of a perfect mate. Last Line of Poem a Text. But 1 am using the last line of this poem as a text for a little sermon. to many women 1 know who have not met with such a loss, yet who go about the world forever seeking. “not a new spring, but the old.” And many of the* 1 old springs contained no happiness at the time of their blossoming for the women who regret them. There was one woman of my acquaintance who for year? wore the cross of a suicidally insane fa ther. Afot alone suicidal, but murderous, he was closely eon- lined in u retreat for the in.sane; the daughter felt herself a mar tyr. chosen by an unkind fate, to bear such a sorrow, and. not pos sessing much of this* world’s goods, she was obliged to toil and earn money to support her unfor tunate parent. Yet. when kind death at last set the sad soul free, the daugh ter went about in heavy crape, and her whole deportment said, "Not a new spring, but the old.” Though a believer in immortality, she was constantly bemoaning the "loss” of her "dear father.” There was another woman who kept her friends in tears over her unhappy life with a drinking hus band for years. Not only did.he drink to excess, but he gambled away all his earn ings and finally died of a linger ing illness, leaving his wife to support herself as best she might. This she does successfully, but her cry is forever now. "Not a new' spring I covet, but the old." Unquestionably her memory goes back to the days of her honeymoon and the hours of hap piness she enjoyed befujre the drink demon dispossessed the man and lover. It is that early, lost happiness she regrets, but the friends who recollect the years of misery she endured (not silently! with the . obsessed gambler and drunkard can not sympathize with her lam entations Tor the days gone. Time To Be Beautiful. I know a woman who is always crying for the past, yet in all the many years of my acquaintance with her she has never enjoyed a PRESENT TIME. Time to be beautiful in her eyes must always be regarded over her shoulder. There are hearts which have been wrenched bjgeartliquakc sor rows, and for a time at least are incapable of any emotion but re gret for what is gone. This talk is not intended as re proach for such mourners. It is my privilege to personally know the author of the poem quoted above, and I know that she has suffered a great loss, yet she seeks for every sunbeam she can find to lighten her shadowed way, and site lapks forward to a re union in realms of Spiritual spring, she voices her sorrow for the earthly spring of companion ship which is first to her. For real grief, for real loss, 1 have every sympathy, but because there is so much real loss in the world it seems little short of sinful to exaggerate lesser troubles and elevate them to the place re served for sacred sorrow. And it seems as dangerous as it is wicked. I would be afraid to spoil ohe hour of this woderful life by re gretting any season which I had not at the time declared to be happy and blessed and beautiful. Be Careful About Waste. 1 believe our Unseen Friends are displeased by such utter lack of trust* and reason on the part of mortals, and the heart which v^l not find happiness in any time, or possession, until it is gone will have to be disciplined by new and greater sorrows until it learns the great lessons of res ignation and submission. Be cafeful when, how and for what you waste time and vitality in grief. Get each one of us be careful, how we ignore the blessings of the now. Home, Sweet Home By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY. PERTINENT PARAGRAPHS The man who told the judge in a non-support case that ho played fioker to cure heart disease is in a class all by himself. It is better not to let another handle your money unless von have a string on the man or the money. Some persons are so mean that they will not even say that they are sorry for the man out of a job. Economy is sure to promote the happiness of your heirs, even if you are occasionally hungry. If your talents gain no recog nition otherwise, it is useless for you to yell about them. Do not strike a man who is down. It is more effective to land mm him with both feet kinds d i" thought produce something that resembles indigestion. Human nature that is tainted by hog nature seems to be about the same everywhere. The brand of good luck enjoy ed by our neighbor always looks superior to our own. It is sometimes dangerous to tell the truth if you can not prove it in court. The flavor of the food is height ened by the distance between meals. It is easier to hit a man for a loan than to have him fall for it. Handsome woman and happy home do not always go together* It is not o wise man who is fooled twice by the same liar. T nippiness of the fat man is teionalK superficial. J OHN HOWARD PAYNE, au thor of “Home, Sweet Home,” the dearest song that man ever wrote, died in far-away Af rica sixty-one years ago—April 10. 1852. Payne was born in New York City, June 9, 1792. From the start he wap extraordinarily precocious, and at an age when most boys are thinking of nothing but living kites, playing marbles and sailing miniature boats Payne was writ ing ’no mean stuff for the news papers. Nature was at one and the same time very good and very unkind to Payne. His endowment in cluded a fine and handsome phy sique. It has been said of him that "a more extraordinary mix ture of softness and intelligence were never associated in a human countenance.” His heart was as tender as a little child’s, at the same time that his head was as clear as a seraph’s. But in the meantime, as if to offset these beautiful gift?:'. Nature denied him the gift of fixity of purpose. In the course of his not over-long life Payne tried a great many callings and failed at all of them. Journalist, actor, diplomat, dram atist, he achieved tame in no one of them, and, but for what may be tailed an accident, or random fancy, his name would have per ished with his earthly days. It was while Payne was living in London and Paris writing plays, chiefly adaptations from the French, that he did the thing that was to make his name im perishable. While writing, or rather rewriting, "‘’lari: or tin Maid «•!' Milan." ho felt that it would add to the popularity of the piece to put into it a new song. s.» : !• w no e Flom*. Sw •••■t Home,' which, adapted to an old Sicilian air. was to capture the human heart for all coming time. Nobody nowadays knows any thing about Payne’s journalistic work or his doings as a diplomat ist. or his dramas and operas; but the whole world has sung, and still pings. and will always sing his song of “Home, Sweet Home. While humanity endures that song will endure along with it. G cannot parish until affection die 0 out of the human heart and menu ory feels no thrill at the sound of mother’s name. Strange as it may seenv. liie man whose song has made mil lions love their homes as the' might never have been able t love them without the song', no'er had a home of his own. His par ents died when he was a little boy ' and for the rest of his life he wa? a wanderer upon the earth. Appointed Consul f at Tunis. Africa, close by the site of an cient Carthage, the home of great Hannibal and long-time ad versary of “Almighty Rome. Payne died at his post. April 1852. in his sixtieth year Thirty* years later Paynes ashes were brought to Washing ton, where, in the midst of $ mighty multitude or his eoiuhr?- men, and with every mark of gen uine affection, they were com mitted to the kindly keeping his native earth. While his du earth, being laid away, thou sand voices and instruments ■ ' ■ caused to blend in the immorm, song of "Home. Sweet Honm and it certainly i • not wron- hope that the spirit of that • ' ice still hovers about tin - u - " <apil>.. and still hallows i-io ights and purposes 1 who make the nation's ;