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I EDITORIAL RAGE The Atlanta Georgian V St. THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Kvery Afternoon Except Sunday By THE GROUCH AN QuMPANY At 20 East Alabama Ht . Atlanta, Ga Entered a? second-class matter at post office at Atlanta, under act of March 3,187:. Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mail, $5 00 a year. Payable in Advance. 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 •< "V*r:ence e '^ght rates. • \ l'~2< r«^m lorgiaxi: *r*f*ic.u r-i*e editorial section Nir.ry-ihir.g Examiner, April feL.lau^; 8 ?. v *‘ipon Atlanta, the E n furrishev and its posvi- p: yai<‘ . orch. all e</*., on th< part /. TrinHy Apartmepi* ah tricar ~5lTU' furnished room 1rt i ar>) . v „ home for nurse or gentleman e sr iTort'ood Main 4*._'8- T 4-J8- P, furnished r<v It pine rooms. Spring Street .vicr.Lv | ern acne. *«jsuHa- ‘^n Tl Georg* ’ lumbr' Main out roftrn in r iivenieme. pH ■ecGnn. M fit J • 4-i ait not based upon the coastwise or terminal rates. Tne carload rate for print pa- r from Grand Rapids or Ne- KO "-' 'Via-, to Atlanta, Ga., is 43 • r:ts Mobile, 31 cents. New i <*rk. 27 1-2 cents: Bouton, 29 1-2 cents. Not*, we Will take Chicago for the concentration point for all l> a !Jf r . as ;i pro rata fre.ghi for ail competing rail roads. and find that Atlanta is 781 miles from Chicago, Mobile 852 New dork 999, Boston 1,045 G. L R ROfNSKVIM K Miliadore. VVls. 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. \\ \ >Y V 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