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EDITORIAL. RAGE THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Hv Till: OKOUOIAN ro.\lr.\NV At -0 Ku«t Ala bun i ii Ht.. Atlanta. La. v:»,.ei .»«* ,■*»■ uiwI-riiiMs inattur at p<i*toiii - ..! Xtlimta. underact «.i Ma-ci. Subscription Price- -Delivert'd hv < arriur. 1U < uiitw a wuuK By mail, *5.00 a year, v PayaliU- ill Advanct 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 1 Unde Sam and the King of Montenegro THE HOME RARER 1 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 • •• Interstate Gorann r- .* Comma- • are uot based upon the coastwise or terminal rates. The carload rate for print pa in r from Grand Rapids or NY k •<.>.(, Win., to Atlanta. Gu.. is 4;: M-iii" Mobile. "I mills: New YoVL. 27 1 -i! cents; Boston, 29 1-2 cents Nov \\. wiT take Chicago for i ic cone* ntration point for all W isconsin paper, as a pro rata ireigat for a 1 competing lai - v " :, ds. and find that Atlanta is 7M Mia* from (Tiieago. Mobile S3.. X \s York 999. Bosom 1.045. • B ROUXS! V 1 iA.;: Miliadore, V\ is. 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. j. xv a she rcL 1 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 4 . jiLj N-' 1 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.