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Mr.Wilson Might Learn Some=
thing Prom the king of
Montenegro
Hie People oi the United States Might Incidentally Be Ashamed
of the Attitude That Their Government Is Displaying Just
Now in the Eyes of the W orld.
It Is a Little Dangerous to Have a College Professor Experi
menting With Affairs Bigger Than a Sophomore (.lass.
Copyright, 1013.
The King of Montenegro was told by all the monarchs 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 able 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 fly compared to an elephant,
doesn't frighten the King of MontenegTo, 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 ol 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 Ilian
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 m which
he deals with more important bodies, he acts-as though he had
Vi 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
lered 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 walling that she should do.
It is unfortunate to take a man who has made no success
except as a moderately good college 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.
The Atlanta Georgian
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Unde Sam and the King of Montenegro
THE HOME RARER
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FOR A GREATER NAVY
Visitor Thu Gi*»rgiiAi
paamt i)
h battleship, u^ardlva»* or thu
l ugiil&r naval establishment. uavli
;o vost uot lefcs than $5,000,000, to
be built of material. In ho far
it i.-' possible, that W prod need in
the Sua. . to b< oflu-t ied hy na
tives from the State. This Miiuni*
.voukl be productive of i great
wave of patriotism.
Patriotism begets • onftiienc*
confidence begets business, busi*
ness begets prosperity There
uni an . <3. H W ILSON
FREIGHT RATES
Editor The Georgian
1 notice ir the <»ditori;i section
• »f The Chiuagp Examiner, Apr:
a long article upon Atlanta, t'a
.south, the country and its po*- i-
bilities. and a desire on the part
• «f Thu Allan! Sunday Air rnaii
ir> become an apostle of reclama
tion
f \\isb to call yon aUi ution t«.
; ht inters late i ‘-miner. > i\vs and
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CHILD LABOR IN MILLS.
Editor The Georgian:
Allow me to thank you for tne
two splendid articles in your is-
SI!, ‘ “1 Saturday, especially the
i eg a riling child labor in cot
ton mil ». Phere is no doubt of
the g at inhumanity that exists
in cotton mills in Georgia in
!•• children undermost
conditions. They are
sicMliv. nu,rally and
t is idtiful and should
Aorktnj
ansanit
Garrett P. Serviss
Writes oil
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.
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.
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By ELBERT HUBBARD
l opyrlKlil. 1 HI", International Nflws Serrn-e.
rp>UK week I ployed lvansa
| City the Divine Sara was at
the Orpheum, Harry Lauder
«as at Schubert's theater, and
James j. Corbett made four ap
pearances dally at the Empress.
Gentleman Jim and Harry Lau
der came to sec me. Jltii is 6 feet
Harry is & feet 4. Harry can
lk under Jim's outstretched
arm. Then we three, the ex
champ, the present literary champ
and the world’s greatest come
dian. culled on the Divine One.
And so we were admitted to
the' divinity's dressing room,
w here the Gold Dust Twins were
scouring off the make-up.
.Madame had never heard ot
Gentleman Jim, She hud, how
ever. heard of Hatt y Lauder, and
mistook me for t jig canny
ot. Harry, in the meantime. * \-
•J his black art and made
•If non-existent.
■.understand madam
French, and she did not under
stand my English. But she man
aged to tell nu, however, that
when she was in Edinburgh tin-
students took the horses from her
earring*' and draw her through
Frino-s Street. Was i one of
those? r smiled, knowingly, and
per. lie • confessed nor denied.
What Keeps Her Young.
Gentleman .Lm countered b*ft
uiul right in a conversational way
Tie leached with a i-arlevou.s prod,
but all fell short. He seemed to
be hanging to the ropes most of
the time, gasping for wind.
Mudanie is tall, trim. slim, or
reasonubi> so, and has a Hat
back.
She is not as slim as when i
saw her in 1876. when her gloves
wrinkYd »\ her skinny arms,
and - . - t the world a fashion.
I w;.;■ a cul* r porter on a Uhi-
. kk*«i
off the “e” on the word "Tiiiue."
Aladame’s face shows expe
rience. but not age. The love of
lur irt and her healths ini'r-
est in life keep her young.
X r lain amount of excitement
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Xs' .• * ' •."•N
ELBERT HUBBARD.
is never sary to oiu Y bodily x\cil-
being: and the lact tluu actors
are bad iife insurance risks is not
because they eat late suppers,
keep bad hours, sleep in the
morning—which is just as bad as
not to sleep enough—and do not
exercise with regularity in the
open ah.
Madame looks good for another
decade on the stage, and I expect
she will come back and give us
many farewell tours.
Lake the genuin* hisirion that
:-iu* is. she talks only of herself.
Not that I was peeved because
s i - i.*ok nu for Mousteur Lr-
hrY;. . ior Lillie Hoot Mon. . f:. r
at table. J saw them in front of
the house and the back. I met
him in his dressing room. I s hen
the Rotary Club gave a feed, and
lie 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 on would ever pick Harry
out on the street for a man ol’
genius. He fades into the land
scape like a Burns detective. He
is -becomingly bald, wears
glasses, and his clothes are plain,
coarse, easy-fitting and of a sort
which a good motornian would
buy for Sunda\ wear,
Harry's wife is a motherly soul,
of Harry's age- say. just iyrned
4o. sensible, economical. The
glamour of the stage lias not
dusted her with its gloss and tin
sel. Situ looks after her husband
* 8 n gmo i housewife should. She
brushes off his clothes, hangs
them up. lays out Ids costumes,
gets everything read> for him,
waits for him in the xvings and
serves him like a valet. tVhen
:h' audience applauds uproar
iously she smiles in satisfaction,
and says, “I told you so.”
Harry Doesn't Swear.
Harry eats sparingly, uses no
spirituous liquors, indulges in no
8 v v-ar words, lpr he is a Presby
terian and keeps the Sabbath day.
and. of course, you echo, being
Scotch, he also keeps everything
elsa he can get hY hands on.
But all that talk about his
penury is persiflage and purx iexv
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
lime, he is gene roue to the pec
who work for him. and .
who renders him a servk
well wild
oplc
r.you* * 1
gets
it
H
ague, instead
.*f ti
he gave a very earnest and sensi
ble ).lea lor 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
seentod tu re-echo the sentiments
that he had expressed. Not only
did ho win the hearts of the audi
tors, but he commanded their sin
cere respect. You might laugh at
Harry Lauder, t ie mimic and the
mime, but when you meet the man
you perceive a serious', earnest,
xvell-ballasted individual, with
whom nobody trifles or takes un
due liberties.
I Clover Club Story.
Jt was a ittle like that merry
O'.vasion when the Glover Club of
Philadelphia entertained the cler
gy-
Tin guests had tlieir inning
first and passed out a bunch of
stories, ILac on the edges, with
double, triple and quadruple en
tendre.
Gin of the Clover-CTubites
gapped and said, “This is no place
for a bumblebee!” and left the
room. All of the other Clover!tes
were 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, bates a
iritler. has all the Scottish vir
tues, knows how to keep his
health, and is master of himself
every moment. Ho is captain of
his soul.
I imagine that in order to be a
great comedian a man must be
something else besides one.
In Harry Lauder’s work there is
a touch of the pathetic—Just a
ban chemical trace—which gives
a hint of power and deepens the
comedy.
You > u t a: fun is* born of
sensitive mrrs. Ht a? an ex
quisite sense of xahue. Time and
temp" ;tr. 11 • waits for that
'•••■ T . *ss;a:i and then
puts H* b>-.: ms * at ship
... • i • . '. Tidi ■ • a ■ nit.s.
I COUNT sixteen back yards
from the rear window where
I sit writing, and in only one
of them do 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
plants. At present most of them
are only shoots and shrubs, re-
t
freshing by their greenness; but I
know that in a very short time
they will 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 windows, enjoying
them. The ail* would be sweet
ened, the sight delighted and the
weary sialeness of city life for at
least a hundred persons relieved.
The soil in that particular yard
is naturally no belter than in the
others. But the lover of flowers,
at a very slight cost in dollars,
lias fertilized it. He has taken
away all the rubbish. He has laid
ou* xvalks 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 twice 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 xvalls
on two sides, and the board fences
on the other two. Not ait inch Is
lost.
T know, from experience, that
by June that little back yard will
bo an ambrosial garden which
Italy might envy. Morning after
morning I sue 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 hi:
tired brain revels in such recrea
tion.
Flowers were not made for
man, but man was made for flow
ers. If lie shuts his nature
against them lie descends in the
moral scale. There xvas 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 had made up his
mind to enter and rob.
He persuaded himself that his
necessity justified his transgres
sion. But as he cautiously crept
across tite plots and along the paths
a. little night breeze arose, and
borne upon it there came to him
from all sides the delicate odor^
of many kinds of flowers.
He stopped iike one thunder
struck. He threw down his knife
The Maid of Orleans
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
F
OUR HUNDRED A X D
EIGHTY-FOUR years ago
April 25, 1429—the peasant
Domremy began the busi-
gir! 0
ness which was to make her
famous
of
for all time—the delivery
Orleans and of her country
from the hands of the English.
On the throne of what was left
of Franco sat, in mockery of his
royal office, the young weakling
known as Charles the Seventh,
without brains, without energy,
without even ordinary self-re-
Bverything north and east
of the Loire was English, and Or-
hotly besieged by the em-
rom 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
re! 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 dest’-uetion. and
in the meantime the Maid of Or
leans began her march to the res
cue of tiia beleaguered city. On
't'i she started at Cut head
iittle army of Blols; on the
see entered Orleans. . nd b>
7tt. .t May :Ue --’eg
spect.
of the
leans,
iny fr
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 ht* was a boy.
For a few minutes he breathed
the perfume, and then, with mind
cleared and lieurt strengthened,
retraced his steps to face the
world in a better mood.
Anyone Can Cultivate.
Everybody can become a culti
vator of flowers who has the least
bit of soil at his disposal. If you
can not live in the country in tin*
summer, you can at least make
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 soil, which needs
enriching and fertilizing, and, sec
ond. to neglect of the noxious in
sects, plant lice .nd 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
case and pleasure, two sciences—
botany and entomology—which
you can not learn from books.
It is for their insect friends,
naturalists say, that the flowers
make themselves beautiful and
odoriferous. Exquisite butterflies,
of more kinds than you thought
existed, will fill your little gar
den with tlie flutter of colored
wings, drawn there by the iioxx -
ers. Watch their method of g. ; -
ting nectar, but do not drive them
away. The nectar was poured
into the flower cups l’or them.
Bees will come, on the waves ef
the air. which they Mono kfiov,.
making a busy, humming mart of
your garden, and fertilizing the
flowers by bearing golden loads of
pollen from blossom to blossom
on their powdcied leg;-. 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 aWo to perpetuate
their kind but for the humming
birds.
Your garden, however small,
will be a little world astir with sc*
much life that you may grow wise
in studying it. It will be worth
to you and your children a thou
sand times its cost.
25t
of her
29th
English invasion that hail threat
ened to engulf all Fi'ancc began to
recede. The haughtiest nation on
earth was failing back before a
young prow tit woman.
Following each other in (juiok
Succession came the brilliant vic
tories of Jergeau, Troyes, Pat ay,
ri\.;ninalingr in the coronation at
Htieims 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
Are 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 her time, and by
the magic of her presence inspired
a nation with the energy that
saved it from extinction.
Was Joan the victim of hailu-
clnations, or was the part she
played simply assumed, to the end
that she might the better brace up
and encourage her despairing
countrymen? We will perhaps nev
er know—but facts are stubbon:
things, and one of the best at
tested things in the world is the
fact that it was the peasant giri
**f Domremy who saved France
from being wiped off tie map of
Europe b> :> advar-fag tide of
■Qii-IUh ambition.