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\ ' EDITORIAL. F AGE HE the: home paper THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN V.I Ured a* *«* olid-class Subscription J'-ic* The Baby That Cried and the Baby That Didn’t The Mother of the First Baby Had Kcai Cause fori hanksgiving PERTINENT PARAGRAPHS May-Time When the Buds Come It was on a suburban train running out of Atlanta. A mother with her family, two half-grown children and a baby, was on the way, apparently, to spend a day with friends and relatives in the country. The baby was cross and frettui. The motion of the car irri tated him, the conductor frightened him, the other passengers, jingling- keys foolishly to distract his attention, annoyed him. He was perhaps ten months old, and a baby of ten months has a magnificently developed voice. This baby knew what his voice was for, and he used it. From one end of the car to the other he could be heard, howling an indignant protest against taking a journey he did not want to take, and undergoing privations without being consulted. The mother, terribly worried by the indignant frowns of the other passengers, fussed and worried. She offered the baby his bottle, but he batted it away with a tiny pink hand and yelled louder than ever. Being a careful mother, she examined Ins clothing for pos sible loose pins, but she didn't find any The woman in the seat ahead of her turned and rudely stared, first at her and then at the purple-iaced baby. A crusty old man in the seat behind said f o his companion: Why in the thunder do people travel with babies? If they cannot afford nurses they ought to stay at home." More sympathetic peoole strolled past and offered the mother advice and made faces for the baby to admire. But the baby did not admire their. He merely expressed eloquently, though without articulate words his contempt and disguft. Presently the mother, driven nearly frantic, turned to a woman across the aisle and said: I wish to goodness he wouldn't cr\ I 'd give anything in i.e world if he'd only keep quiet for a week, absolutely quiet." Now, this was a healthy baby, dressed in frills and ribbons, his little feet in brand new-, soft, red shoes, and his distorted face framed in a circle of fluffy white fur.' And because he was healthy end well fed, and protected against disease, his voice was of the lustiest kind. Perhaps it is not surprising that his mother wished she might not hear his voice lor another week, but Recently a party of men went among the tenement houses in New York to distribute some small gifts for the tenants. They were poor, squalid tenement houses. On every floor were dozens of babies, but there was no crying. In one little room a mother sat beside a little, dirty bed—a matiress placed on two up-ended cracker boxes. On the bed was a baby—also ten months old, but with no shoes whatever, and clothed in a few dnigy garments that had served several other babies before him. The baby was very white and very still. On each cheek was a red spot, showing that a fever was pumping his blood to an abnormal pressure. His eyes w ere large and blue and wide open. The mother turned to the visitors and tried to smile. Then she looked back at the patient, quiet baby. If be would only just cry," she said. It seems to me I would give my life to hear him cry just a little. There is something to re'uember, you mothers who lose your patience when your babies cry. Think of those other ba bies in the tenements who do not cry, either because they have not the strength or because they have learned that not even a baby's needs can be satisfied because of his crying for them when there is nothing in the house to satisfy them. Healthy babies MUST cry. Crying not only develops their lungs, but it is their only means of telling their mothers that there is something the matter or that they are dissatisfied and unhappy. And no baby is dissatisfied or unhappy who is well fed and well cared for. When he cries you may be sure that he is sick or tired or that he feels that he is being trifled with. Feed him well, keep him clean, clothe him warmly, and he will be content to play and coo as long as he keeps awake. But when his stomach is empty or overfull. when pins are sticking in him, or his feet are cold, you may expect to hear his voice raised in loud and emphatic protest. Be glad that you can hear it, you mothers whose nerves are all frayed out" because the crying disturbs you—and you fathers who spend the night away from home because "you can not bear to hear that baby howling all night." Let the baby tell you by his crying that something is the matter, and, rather than scold and storm, find out what it is and make him easier and more comfortable. Remember that there are many mothers, whose babies are now silent forever, who would give all that they have iu the world could they hear those wailing baby voices come back to them across the years, and taking the little creatures in their arms, try with all their mother instinct to help them and make them happy again. By WINSOR M’CAY. Winifred Black Writes About “Doors That Slam u By WINIFRED BLACK. B ANG!- said the door I turned over in mysleep- Rattle-bang! there it was attain. If 1 could only think of some way to stop it. It really was too bad -there l was so tired, up all night the night before and busy all day that day. so tired, so weary and no one cared, no one seemed to no tice bow drawn my poor face was no one even said they were sor ry that’s always the way a woman could work herself to death and that's all the thanks that she would gel. Biff! -there’s i hat door ;i gain The- rising wind took a delight in that door and the wooden lam of- it. Sometimes the door didn’t hang; it simply rattled- R-U-R- U-R-rattle. rattle, rattle, like a train of ears going over a shaky bridge rrrrrraitle. rattle, mule. bridge: you can tel! by the sort of rustle in the rattle -shake, shake, shake someone must tie >1 ere; it is only the wind agu : n- shake, shake, shake well come of the great oak entranced musician «• his music and l younger nor more Bn No More. 'ED BLACK. It didn’t take a minute to work the miracle- nor any genius or inspiration, .lust plain sense and some little resolution for the in stant. and the troublous night ami the uneasy dreams turned to re freshing slumber—and the door was the same door, only it wasn’t locked when it banged. r wonder * How often have I turned upon an easy pillow and let the door bang--rather than to get up and shut it? A hundred times. I fear, and more than that. Are Sensitive Souls. The cook leaves the gas burn ing in the range when she doesn’t need it. What an extravagance! it irritates me every time 1 see ft. I turn it out. but the next time 1 go/to the kitchen there it is. blazing away at so much a blaze ! bated to speak of il cooks are such sensitive souls, and this one makes such delicious waffles. l«ast week l took my courage in my hands and called I lie cook into the pantry. • Mary." I said, "there’ is some thing 1 want to speak to you about—the gas you are so care less about; please turn it out the minute you are through with it. will you?” Yes." said Mary, and she did it; and now I like to go into the "kitchen, and .Vlary scene; - to like to se>* niv oainr. The secret irri tation ilia- roast have disturbed John Temple Graves Says Our Navy Needs a Charles Beresford t* Tl The Great Englishman, he says, Keeps Britain’s Navy Up-to Date and In Repair by Ex posing Its Glaring Weakness from Time to Time. * By JOHN TEMPLE GRAVES her site seemed cob!. What could the matter be? Last week she. gave a party and didn’t ask me—1 didn’t care- for the party—I couldn’t have man aged to go anyhow—but—1 sat down and wrote and asked her what ft as the matter. What’s the Matter? “I iove you," I said. Don’t you care ior me any more? How have i offended ?” She came that afternoon and told me of a care- less remark, spitefully repeated, ami we are good friends again— and , am'•glad. What's the matter with life? The hills an high—every one i* grasping—no one seems to care— oh, E’s a terrible world! Ten to one it> only some door slamming somewhere that’s doing it all—one foolish, no-account door that .should b • locked Get up. you sleepy tiling! Get up at once and lock it! The Celestial Locket By MINNA IRVING. T HE big round moon is at the full. And riding bright and high, With little flecks of lacy cloud Around it in the sky. it’s like a silver locket hung Upon a chain of diamond stars, That pale before it?’ light. Against the midnight’s purple robe Brocaded with the beams Of constellations far and near. How brilliantly it gleams! Ami look! as from the world b low Us polis’.u : disk Wt scan. G eorgians and other Americans who read of the great banquet last Oc tober given by the city of New York to the President and his Uabind and the officers of the assembled fleet, will recall the confident assurance ■ of Presi dent Taft at that banquet that these magnificent vessels, then anchored off New York, in the North River were the chief de fense of the country, and that each one of them was ready at a moment’s notice to weigh an chor and sail out to meet and conquer an invading foe. President Taft doubtless made this statement upon information furnished him by some one in authority in the Navy Depart ment. • , It was a shame for un> of ficial of the American Govern ment to have imposed upon the President of* the United States such a gross misstatement of the facts. Disquieting Whispers. It was a greater shame to have permitted the President o f the United States to giw out such an untruthful statement to the American people. For the navy Was then, as the navy is now. inadequate* in the 1 number of officers and of men and shamefully inadequate in its equipment of fuel and coal, Sueli a statement going out at that time was calculated to 1 lull the activity of the heads of the Navy Department, who ought to have known the facts and who certainly must know them now. It was whispered on the day af- 1 ter the banquet that the Presi dent’s assuring words were not founded upon facts and that the; navy was lacking in many ele ments that rendered it effective for battle and defense. it would have been the part of a brave man then, who knew these facts, to have told them, in order that the condition might have been corrected at the time. Jt would be a cowardly Ameri can now who would Keep these facts from the public at this time and permit our navy to go out to sen in its* present condition. A Fearless Patriot. And it would appear to any thoughtful American who loves his country that tin- prompt and fearless dealing with these ren ditions, as they have been staled, is the highest possible duty j which appeals now to the Secre tary of the Navy and to the President of the l nited States'. England has k great and fear- lesfe patriot in Lord Charles Beresford. and no part of Lord Beresford’s gi t more marked challenge by Lit service has been ban tlfe incessant ;hich he has kept England posted as to the detb'ion- cies of her navy and the neces sity for repairing. Time aftep time, when England has been boas ting herself before her people of the greatness and irresistible power of her navy, Lord JBeres- fcord, himself one of England’s mightiest sailors, has broken into tiie eulogy with a public exposure of some glaring weakness and in efficiency in the English navy, and this sharp challenge of the fearless’ sailor-publicist has done perhaps as much or more than anything else *o keep lfe»- Eng lish battleships up to the mark of efficiency. We ought to have in America some great publicist whq. will nob fear to tell >ur Government the truth about its navy In time of peace and no. wait for the sharp neci ssity of war to prod the de partment into action. Either in Congress or in the departments, or in the press, there should be found a monitor who would warn and direct the c-arsiefsness or the apathy of the American navy. The present St ore!;try <>i’ t.ho Navy is a young man,, who has just assumed that office. He has had no experience with naval af fairs and is frank and honest enough to confess it. He ap : >. ars to be very earne -t and devoted to liis work. Work for the Secretary. If Secretary Daniels would do his country some service he will address himself here and now to finding our from inside sources the real facts about ch American navy, the condition of its skips, ihe equipment of its crews, me preparation for its fuel and its colliers, and he would make his administration of that department liberal by holding the navy rigidly up to file standard of efficiency for instant service. He would i to It. if official persuasion could be .effective, that additional inducements were given to men to ends., in the navy. Mo would remember that most young men enlist in the nav> no for a career, but to see the world, and he would devote himself to plans to securing the full complement for every one of the unfilled bat tleships that carr - - our flag to day. There u. a great opportunity for a Secretary of the. Navy at the present time, and that opportuni ty lies not along the line of trivial improvements', but of vital pre paredness for that which battle ships were built to do—to fight when necessary with every force of men and machinery and fuel in its place. By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY. HAN the proclamation of I Queen Victoria as Empress of India, made in the city of London thirty-seven years ago, there is perhaps nothing stranger or. from the standpoint of the psychologist, more interesting, in all history. Think of it for a moment. The Queen of a little island in the At lantic, with an .area of some eighty-five thousand square miles and a population under thirty millions, is solemnly proclaimed sovereign of an empire thousands of miles away, covering one mil lion six hundred thousand square miles and containing a population of two hundred and eighty-seven millions of souls. The audacity of it! The cool, colossaj impudence of the thing! It was sublime. That vote of the Parliament commanding the ever memorable proclamation reminds us of the rulings of Providence, of the ways of the omnipotent God. The little handful of British ers. speaking through iheir rep resentatives gathered in the coun cil home by the Thames, declare their good iitth Queen to i•*- ab solute ruler of the ancient - and august Empire !.y i\ Gang< s ml r,e Brahmaputra, and .<•! it .< done. Six months later, at a Dur bar of unequaled magniftcen’ce held on the historic ridge over looking the mogul capital of Del hi. the princes and leading men of India bow down before the representatives of the little wo man in England, and, in the name of th two hundred and eighty- seven millions of the Indian peo ple, swear eternal fealty to her rule. Was there ever such romance as this cold-blooded history? What kind of people are the two Hundred and eighty-seven million to be falling down before the thirty millions thousands of mites away? And what kind of peo ple are the thirty millions that they/should be even dreaming of declaring themselves the lords and masters of the two hundred and eighty-seven millions? The explanation is to be found in the difference between the Saxon man and the Hindoo man. We think we know what that difference is—but in spite of it all there remains that mystery of mysteries—British rule in India. Nor is the mystery much lighten ed by the far that. up<>u the hi