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Mr. Wilson Might Learn Some
thing From the King of
Montenegro
The People of the United States Might Incidentally Be Ashamed
of the Attitude 1 hat I heir Government Is Displaying Just
Now in the Eyes of the World.
It Is a Little Dangerous to Have a College Professor Experi
menting With Affairs Bigger I han a Sophomore Class.
Copyright, 1913.
Letters From The Georgian's Readers
• FOR A GREATER NAVY.
Editor The Georgian:
I suggest that each State build
a battleship, regard leaf of the
regular naval establishment, each
to cost not less than 15,000,000, to
be built of material. In so far as
it Is possible, that i* produced In
the Slate: to be officered by na
tives from the State. Tills scheme
would be productive of t great
wave oi patriotism.
Patriotism begets conttdenee.
r -fldence begets business, buel-
- R R begets prosperity There
.partcre. G. H. WILSON
t c painwjton. Ga
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CHILD LABOR IN MILLS.
Editor The Georgian:
Allow me to thank you for the
tw-0 splendid article* in tour is
sue of Saturday, especially the
one regarding child labor In cot
ton mills. There is no doubt of
the great Inhumanity that exists
in cotton mills In Georgia in
working little children undermost
unsanitary conditions. They are
stunted physically, morally and
mentally. It Is pitiful and should
be stopped.
The greatest editorial that has
appeared in your ;tiper is the
etec entitled. "When ) Will
Own Your Own Homg. and Go to
ilie OOCNTRY
Mat'feita Ga. ( *
IITH
Unde Sam and the King of Montenegro
The King of Montenegro was told by all the monarchg and
Powers of Europe that he must not take Scutari.
He is King of a very small country—you could tuck it away
in Georgia and it would look like a small county.
Half of his abje-bodied men have been killed fighting al
ready. What has happened to Montenegro in this war is about
equivalent to the killing of seven millions of Americans of the
fighting age.
The loss of half his fighting men, and the fact that compared
to the rest of Europe he is like a fiy compared to an elephant,
doesn’t frighten the King of Montenegro, BECAUSE HE
KNOWS THAT HE IS RIGHT.
He had a right to take Scutari. He had a right to go on
with the fight, which he and his men had victoriously and cour
ageously begun.
And when Europe told him to stop he invited Europe to
mind its own business and went ahead with his.
HE TOOK SCUTARI.
And that, Mr. Woodrow Wilson, is what happens when a
nation has at the head of it a man who is thinking about the
rights of that nation and not theorizing about something else.
In this country, WE DON'T INTEND TO HAVE CHINESE
OR JAPANESE INHABITANTS, AND CALIFORNIA SAYS
SO IN A LAND BILL.
Other States have done what California does.
The Government of the United States itself discriminates
against the Japanese and Chinese very wisely.
If the Japanese and Chinese came here in numbers greater
than public opinion would permit, we should have a problem
that would result in wholesale murder, and in conditions very
much more unpleasant for the Japanese and the Chinese than
the present polite diplomatic state of affairs.
Mr. Woodrow Wilson, President of the United States, un
fortunately has been accustomed to dealing with four important
bodies of human beings, namely—a freshman class, a senior
class, a sophomore and a junior class.
And now that he has been promoted to a position in which
he deals with more important bodies, he acts as though he had
to solve some trouble among the sophomores, some cane rush,
or some little hazing incident.
And he lectures the college, forgetting that the United
States is not a college; that the public opinion of the citizens of
this country is not the whim or the playful mood of a class of
college boys.
Mr. Wilson is asking Uncle Sam to apologize to little Mr.
Jap and thus keep out of trouble.
Mr. Wilson has given the Japanese, conceited and aggres
sive enough already, an idea that the United States fears their
haughty displeasure.
He has meddled with the rights of California. He has inter
fered in a matter in which his voice will carry no weight, in
which he can do great harm, but absolutely no good.
He has made the nation ridiculous, and he might cause tem
porary serious trouble, by making it necessary for the United
States to settle once and for all the Japanese idea that Japan
can do in this country things which the people of the country
are not willing that she should do.
It is unfortunate to take a man who has made no success
except as a moderately good oollege professor, a man who knows
nothing of international affairs, a man whose self-approval is
gigantic and overwhelming, and put him in a position where
lack of ability to keep one’s mouth shut, and lack of common
sense to appreciate the rank of others, can work so much harm.
It is comical to see the King of Montenegro obtaining his
rights and defying Europe, and to see this country, the greatest
and most powerful in the world, rebuked by a college professor
President, because it ventures, in attending to its own business,
to offend a small handful of jingos and braggarts in Japan.
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Montenegro, thirty miles square, defies the whole of Europe—BEING RIGHT. Uncle Sam,
with a territory somewhat more than thirty miles square, is also right, but Mr. Wilson thinks
that he ought to apologize to Mr. Jap. He has succeeded only in making the nation ridiculous.
When .Stars Meet and Hold Converse
By ELBERT HUBBARD
Copyright. ISIS. Imrrngllimgl Now* Bern •«.
rTNHE week 1 played Kansi s
j city the Divine Sara was at
the Orpheum, Harry Laudei
was at Schubert's theater, and
James J. Corbett made four ap
pearances dally at the Empress.
Gentleman Jim and Harry Lau
der came to see me. Jim is 6 feet
1. Harry is 5 feet 4. Harry can
wall; under Jim's outstretched
arm. Then we three, the ex-
ehamp. the present literary rltamp
and the world's greatest come
dian. called on the Divine One.
And so we were admitted to
the divinity's dressing room,
where the Gold Dust Twins were
scouring off the inake-up.
Madame had never heard of
Gentleman Jim. She had, how
ever, heard of Harry l*auder, and
she mistook roe for the canny
Soot. Harry, In the meantime, ex
ercised his black art and made
himself non-existent.
I did not understand madame's
(•Tench, and site did not under
stand my English. But she man
aged to tell me, however, that
when she was In Edinburgh the
students took the horse? from her
carriage and drew her through
Princess Street Was I one of
those'' 1 smilod, knowingly, and
neither confessed nor denied.
What Keeps Her Young.
Gentleman Jim countered left
and right in a conversational Nvay.
He reai hed with a parlevous prod,
hut all fell short. He seemed to
be hanging to the ropes most of
the time, gasping for wind.
Madame is tall, trim, slim, or
reasonably so, and has a fiat
back.
She is not as slim is when 1
saw her in 1876 when her grlovos
wrinkled over her skinny arms,
and she set the world a fashion.
1 was a cub reporter on a Chi
cago paper, and 1 launched a
story, which hus since gone clat
tering dow'n the corridors. It is
the wheeze about a marble cut
ter w ho carved on the base of a
moiu^o-it the Ugend, “Lord, Sb/*
Was and accidentally f
off the "e" on the word “Thine.”
Madame's face shows expe
rience, but not age. The love of
her art and her healthy inter
est in life keep her young.
A certain amount of excitement
ELBERT HUBBARD.
is necetsary to one’s bodily well
being; and the fact that actors
are bad life insurance risks is not
because they eat late suppers,
keep had hours, sleep in the
morning—which Is just as bad as
not to sleep enough—and do not
exercise with regularity in the
open ait.
Madame looks good for another
decade on the stage, and I expect
she will come back and give us
many farewell tours.
Like the genuine histrion that
she Is, she talks only of herself.
Not that I was peeved because
she took me for Monsieur La-
driere. for Little Hoot Mon, after
all, is a man of brain—an indi
vidual.
Lauder stopped at the sain,e ho
tel where i stopped. I met him
and his wife in the elevator and
at table. I saw them In front of
the house and the back. I met
him in his dressing room. Then
the Rotary Club gave a feed, and
he sat on one side of the chair
man and I on the other. Inci
dentally, Harry sprang this one:
"Mr. Hubbard is the only man in
the business who wears his make
up on the street.”
No one would ever pick Harry
out on the street for a man of
genius. He fades into the land
scape like a Burns detective, lie
is becomingly bald, wears
glasses, and his clothes are plain,
coarse, easy-fitting and of a sort
which a good motormftn would
buy for Sunday wear.
Harry’s wife is a motherly soul,
of Harry’s age—say. jupt turned
40. sensible, economical. The
glamour of the stage has not
dusted her with its gloss and tin
sel. She looks after her husband
as a good housewife should. She
brushes* off his clothes, hangs
them up. lays out 1 is costumes,
gets everything ready for him,
waits for him in the wings and
serves him like a valet. When
the audience applauds uproar
iously she smiles n satisfaction,
and s*ty:=\ "I told you so.”
Harry Doesn’t Swear.
Harry eats sparingly, uses no
spirituous liquors, indulges in no
swear words, for he Ts a Presby
terian and keeps the Sabbath day.
and, of course, you echo, being
Scotch, he also keeps everything
else he tan get hi.'* hands on.
But ail that talk about his
penury is persiflage and purview
piffle.
You will note that most of his
stories turn on the Scotch and,
their characteristics; and this has
given the world its cue.
While Harry Lauder is not ex
actly wasteful, yet at the same
time, he is generous to the people
who work for him, and* anyone
who renders him a service gets
well paid.
At the Rotary Club banquet it
w as expected, of course, that Har
ry wovid pass out a line of mot
ley aiu. do the Cap and bells in a
hot-mush brogue. Instead of this
he gave a very earnest and sensi
ble plea for friendship, the beauty
of minding of one’s own business
and falling in love with your
work.
Later, in response to a vigor
ous encore, he sang a little song
in a deep mellow baritone, which
seemed to re-echo the sentiments
that he had expressed. Not only
did he win the hearts of the audi
tors. but he commanded their sin
cere respect. You might laugh at
Harry Lauder, the mimic and the
mime, but when you meet the man
you perceive a serious, earnest,
/well-ballasted individual, with
whom nobody trifles or takes un
due liberties.
A Clover Club Story.
It was a little like that merry
occasion when the Clover Club of
Philadelphia entertained the cler-
8X
The guests had their inning
first and passed out a bunch of
stories, lilac on the edges, with
double, triple and quadruple en
tendre.
One of the Clover-Clubltes
gasped and said, "This is no place
for a bumblebee!” and left the
room. All of the other Cloverites
w ere Immaculate, impeccable, free
from fault. Several of them made
speeches that would have done
honor to the suffrage professor
from Bryn Mawr.
The clergy were duly rebuked,
but so subtly that they probably
never knew they were pinked.
Lauder prizes truth, hates a
trifler, has all the Scottish vir
tues. knows how to keep his
health, and is master of himself
every moment. He is captain of
his soul.
I imagine that in order to be a
great comedian a man must be
something else besides one.
In Harrv Lauder's work there is
a touch of the pathetic—Just a
bare chemical trace—which gives
a hint of power and deepens the
comedy.
You see that his fun ie born of
sensitiveness. He has an ex
quisite’sense of value. Time and
tempo are hl».
psychological
He waits for that
instant and then
puts it over. He brings the sh
into port. This is genius
THE HOME RARER
Garrett P. Serviss
Writes on
The Cultivation of
Flowers
One Who Shuts His Nature
Against Them, He Asserts,
Descends the Moral Scale
Anyone Who Has a Small
Plot of Ground Can Grow
Flowers
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
I COUNT sixteen back yards
from the rear w indow whore
I sit writing, and in only one
of them dp I see any flowers, and
that is one of the smallest and
least favorably located. Yet its
owner has managed so skillfully
with the clothes lines that he has
plenty of room to cultivate his
plunts. At present most of them
are only shoots and shrubs, re
freshing by their greenness; but I
know that in a very short time
they w ill be all in bloom, sending
their perfumes up into my open
window at every stir of the
breeze.
If all his neighbors would do
what this man does, those sixteen
back yards would be sixteen flow
er gardens, whose beauty would
call all the inhabitants of the
block to sit, by preference, at
their rear window's. enjoying
them. The air would be sweet
ened, the sight delighted and the
weary staleness of city life for at
least a hundred persons relieved.
The soil in that particular yard
is naturally no better than in the
others. But the lover of flowers,
at a very slight cost in dollars,
has fertilized it. He has taken
away all the rubbish. He has laid
out walks in an area only 20 feet
square, set a flower urn in the
center, run bands of cultivation
round all the sides, drawn green
triangles with floral perimeters in
the middle space, and the effect
is to make the area seem tw'ioe as
extensive as it did before.
Odors Recalled Home.
He has dealt so persuasively
with the soil that it bears plants
right up against the brick walls
on two sides, and the board fences
on the other two. Not an inch is
lost.
1 know, from experience, that
by June that little back yard will
be an ambrosial garden which
Italy might envy. Morning after
morning I see the creator at work
in it, before he goes to his bread
winning labor elsewhere. On Sun
days he works there with a beam
ing face, which shows how his
tired brain revels in such recrea
tion.
Flowers were not made for
man, but man was made for flow
ers. If he shuts his nature
against them he descends in the
moral scale. There was once a
man, driven to desperation by
hard fortune, who scaled a fence
at night, and stole on tiptoe, with
a case-knife in his hand, toward
the side windows of a costly res
idence which he bad made up his
mind to enter and rob.
He persuaded himself that his
necessity justified his transgres
sion. But as he cautiously crept
across the plots and along the paths
a little night breeze arose, and
borne upon it there came to him
from all sides the delicate odors
of many kinds of flowers.
He stopped like ?ne thunder
struck. He threw down his knife
and thanked God that chance had
led him into that garden before
crime had stained him; for with
the fragrance of the flowers there
returned to him the memory of
his mother, and he saw her again
tending the roses that grew under
his window when he was a boy.
For a few minutes he breathed
the perfume, and then, with mind
cleared and heart strengthened,
retraced his steps to face the
world in a belter mood.
Anyone Can Cultivate.
. Everybody can become a culit-
. ator of flowers who has the least
bit of soil at his disposal. If you
can not live in the country in the
summer, you can at least male*
flowers bloom in a city backyard
But if you have a little suburban
garden you may on a small scale
imitate Luther Burbank himself,
making the flowers obey you by
taking the hues and shapes that
you prefer.
Now is the time to begin. It
is the morning of the year.
Failure in flower raising is due
principally to two things—first to
neglect of the soli, which needs
enriching and fertilising, and, mo
ond, to neglect of the noxious Jn»
sects, plant lice and various kinds
of bugs that devour the buds and
blooms.
All insects are not injurious,
and many are the best of friends
to your flowers, without whose
ministrations they could hardly
exist. By cultivating a little gar
den of flowers you will learn, with
ease and pleasure, two sciences—-
botany and entomology—which
you can not learn from books.
It is for their insect friend*
naturalists say, that the flowers
make themselves beautiful and
odoriferous. Exquisite butterflies,
of more kinds than you thought
existed, will flu your little gar
den with the flutter of colored
wings, drawn there by the flow
ers. Watch their method of get
ting nectar, but do not drive them
away. The nectar was poured
into the flower cups for them.
Bees will come, on the waves of
the air, which they alone know,
making a busy, humming mart of
your garden, and fertilizing the
flowers by bearing golden loads of
pollen from blossom to blossom
on their powdered legs. Once in
a while a Jeweled hummingbird
will pay a swift visit to the place,
darting from blossom to blossom,
and hanging suspended on misty
winds, while it dips its long beak
into the rich chalices.
Will Be a Little World.
There are some tubular and
trumpet-shaped flowers that
might not be able to perpetuate
their kind but for the humming
birds.
Your garden, however smalL
will be a little world astir with so
much life that you may grow wiso
In studying It. It will be worth
to you and your children a thou
sand times its cost.
The Maid of Orleans
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
F our hundred and
EIGHTY-FOUR years ago
April 25, 1429—the peasant
girl of Domremy began the busi
ness which was to make her name
famous for ail time—the delivery
of Orleans and of her country
from the hands of the English.
On the throne of what was left
of France sat. In mockery of hts
royal office, the young weakling
known as Charles the Seventh,
without brains, without energy,
without even ordinary self-re
spect. Everything north and east
of the Loire was English, and Or
leans, hotly besieged by the ene
my from across the Channel,
seemed doomed. It was the last
stronghold, and that gone all was
lost. The fortunes of France
were at their lowest ebb. Her
men were exhausted, and it looked
as though nothing could save her
from national extinction.
Then it was that three women
stepped to the fore—Mary of An
jou, Queen of France; Agnes So-
rel and the Joan of Arc. The
Queen and the courtesan made the
irresolute King firmly hold his
ground at Orleans, thereby an
choring for the time the cause of
France when it was drifting upon
the reefs of utter destruction, and
in the meantime the Maid of Or
leans began her march to the res
cue of the beleaguered city. On
the 25th she started at the head
of her little army of Blols; on the
29th she entered Orleans, and by
the 7th of May the siege was
raised. Orleans was saved. The
English invasion that had threat
ened to engulf all France began to
recede. The haughtiest nation on
earth was falling back before a
young peasant woman.
Following each other in quic*
succession came the brilliant vlo-
tories of Jergenu, Troyes, P&tay,
culminating in the coronation at
Rheims of the King whose king
dom she had so completely and so
gloriously saved.
Burned to death in the market
place at Rouen, May 30, 1431, the
Maid of Orleans left a name that
can perish only with the extinc
tion of the human race itself.
More has been written of Joan of
Arc than of any other woman
known to history. For nearly five
hundred years nearly everybody
has read her story and wondered
at it. and, as for the psychological
specialists, they will never finish
their battle over the pretty coun
try girl who beat down the great
est captains of Iter time, and by
the magic of her presence inspired
a nation with the energy that
saved It from extinction.
TV as Joan the victim of hallu
cinations, or was the part she
played simply assumed, to the end
that she might the better brace up
and encourage her despairing
country men’ We will perhaps nev
er know—but facts are stubborn
things, and one of the best at
tested things in the world ts the
fact that It was the peasant girl
of Domremy who saved France
from being wiped off the map of
Europe by the advancing tWe of
English ambition, _ J