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EDITORIAL. RAGE The Atlanta Georgian THE HOME RARER THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday »v THE OEORCJIAN COMPANY At $0 west Alabama St., Ati*fita, Oa. Entered as second-class matter at jlnutoffice at Atlanta, under act of March 3.1873 Subscription Price delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week By mall, $5 00 a year. Payable In Advance. _ TheWhirlpool of Life-*ltCarries Us All to the Same Spot Slowly at First, Then More Rapidly, I hen Like Lightning the Year* Go. (Copyright, 1frl8.) Have you read Edgar Allan Poe’s wonderful description of the whirlpool? If you have not read It, gat it at the public li brary and read it. Then ask yourself what you would do, if you wore in that whirlpool, not to stay a few seconds and than disappear, hut to stay thirty, or fifty, or eighty years, and then disappear. If you were in a whirlpool of water, of sound and of terror, such as Poe described, if you knew that in the end you must go down Into that central hole, your only thought would be to be have as well as you could as you went round and round, and to prove your sympathy for the others going round with you. Well, YOU ARE IN A WHIRLPOOL, and you are going eventually—you and all other human beings—down into that central hole that we call the grave. Life is a whirlpool. It moves very slowly on the outside edge in babyhood. Then it moves more rapidly, and presently, as old age comes on, the years fly by, so that we can hardly tell one from another —and at last, down we go, head first and feet up, where thou sands of millions have gone before, and where thousands and thousands of millions will come after us. As we go round and round, the eirole getting narrower each time, let us do in this real whirlpool of life what we would do or think we would do if we were in the whirlpool of the ocean— play our part well, and show kindness if possible to those near us. A picture such as that on this page appeals especially to the mind of a poet. And so we have persuaded Mr. Montague to write some verses to express the thought that fits the pioture. (So* Bottom of This Column.).. Chinese Republic Is ‘Recognized' at Last sighted from Washington and iti It is to be feared that the acknowledgment has come too late to yield any commercial advantage to the United States. America would naturally have gained both a moral and an economic prestige in China IF AMERICA HAD GENER OUSLY LENT ITS POLITICAL CREDIT TO THE STRUG GLING REPUBLIC AT THE TIME WHEN THE REPUBLIC MOST NEEDED TO BE BELIEVED IN. It is hard to establish free and representative institutions in a nation that has lived for ages under an arbitrary rule. It is hard to elface the traditions of many generations and to begin the making of new traditions. China needed our coun tenance and moral support in its arduous endeavor, and it stretched out its hands to us—to the first and greatest of mod era Republics—for help. It needed to be fortified by our faith in the practicability of republican rule during the long period of the shaping and substantiating of its new form and policy. But China plead with Mr. Taft in vain. Mr. Knox had no faith in Republics—none, at least, to spare. America waited month after month, side by side, with the jealons and oynioal monarchies of Europe and Asia. America denied the existenoe of the great Oriental Free State UNTIL ITS EXISTENOE BECAME UNDENIABLE. Since we were so reluctant to lend our political credit, China is likely to borrow its financial credit elsewhere and to seek industrial leadership from Europeans rather than from Americans. The deferred promise and the two months' delay of the present Administration at Washington have served as an in dorsement of the delay of the former Administration. FOR THE LAST YEAR AND A HALF THE HEARST PAPERS HAVE HARDLY SUFFERED A MONTH TO GO BY WITHOUT A FRESH EFFORT TO STIR THE GOVERN MENT AT WASHINGTON TO DO JUSTICE TO CHINA— AND TO REAP THE REWARD OF THOSE WHO, IN THE GREAT AFFAIRS OF WORLD POLITICS, ARE BRAVE ENOUGH TO CAST THEIR BREAD UPON THE WATERS. Whatever political and commercial influence America shall exert in the building of the gigantic new commonwealth on the other side of the world WILL BE PRIMARILY DUE TO THE FAITH AND ENTERPRISE OF PRIVATE AMERI CAN CITIZENS. Nevertheless, it is to be hoped that President Wilson WILL NOT FAIL TO GIVE PROMPT ASSURANCE TO THOSE WHO HESITATE TO UNDERTAKE AMERICAN ENTER PRISES IN CHINA THAT THEIR INVESTMENTS IN THAT COUNTRY WILL NOT LACK PROTECTION FROM THE STATE DEPARTMENT. THE WHIRLPOOL By JAMES J. MONTAGUE. * * I I EIGHO!” cried Youth, “the years are long. 1 1 There’s* time uough for toil to-morrow There'® time eu ^ugh to mend the wrong That lies about us— -and the sorrow The creeping seasons come ajui go, Too long they are f ur Youth to measure. Why plods the grim old race so alow? Make way! We hurry forth to pleasure.” Rut swifter roll the y “ars around, Resistless are the orrentt* speeding That hurry Youth to pleasure bound Toward age and sorrow, still unheeding. And when at last the circles bend And close toward s jre and dread disaster Youth learns too late that in the end Life’s pace is fast uough—and faster. After eighteen months of dragging, promises, postponements and heart breaking delays the Re publican Government of China has been actually existenoe “recognized." The Whirlpool of Life Ella Wheeler Wilcox Writes on “The Stage” It Isa Painfully Hard and Monotonous Life—Actresses Meet Many Adventures, but Few Real Temptations—A Girl Might Be Tempted More in a Ball Room. By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. Copyright. 1918. by Star Publishing Co. HBRK was a young woman who longed to go on the stage. Her mother objected seriously; she felt the life was full of temp tations and her daughter would not be strong enough to resist them. Finally, however, the young woman secured an opening and became a member of h road com pany. Having heard so muoh of the temptations of theatrical life, she began to look for temptations to resist; and. much to her astonish ment, not one was presented to her. No alluring young men stood at the stage doors, asking her to dine where champagne flowed like water No Diamonds for Her No bouquets with diamonds hidden In the center were tossed at her feet; and no one said or did aught that was open to re buke in her presence. But her life was painfully hard, drearily mon otonous, and absolutely common place. 8ha was obliged to take trains at miserable stations In all hours of the night and In all kinds of weather; she was obliged to stop at wretched hotels and boarding houses; and she found the re hearsals tiresome, and the plays P vary wearisome, and the life in supportable after a year. So she left the ranks of the ambitions with a vacancy, and went home to live—disillusioned and disappointed and untempted This little tale Is told as a preface to the letter which has been received. The letter says; The Girl Who Fears for Self. ••Would you advise me to choose the career of an actress? I have talent, but hesitate about going into the life, knowing it to be so full of temptations." The* girl who fears for her good behavior under the stress of temptation in any walk of life had belter avoid that path. Without doubt the young, un protected actress Is subject to many unpleasant experiences not encountered by those in pri vate life. yet, from such ac- ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. counts as I have received per sonally from these young women, the experiences would hardly come under the head of "tempta tions." To my mind a tempta tion is a subtle, fascinating in terior emotion—unless the thing ofTered appeals to us it is not a temptation. The average young actress en counters brutal, rough and coarse adventures, which shock and hurt and anger her. but do not tempt her. Men speak to her familiarly, and vulgar and mercenary prop ositions are often made to her in a purely business-like man ner. which only serve to disgust and disillusionise her All aspirants for a theatrical career do not encounter such ex periences. but many do. A girl of any refinement could never be "tempted" in this way. i !?he would be f** more likely to meet real temptation In the ball room or in a score of social sit uations. A Question of Satisfaction. The question of deciding whether to become an actress or not does not seem to me to be one of morals so much as one of final satisfaction. Unless great success results, the life is ene of dreary drudgery and awful monotony of experi- P HOTOGRAPH1NG the in visible Bounds like a mis nomer. but correct to say invisible by tha unaided aye. This complex and valuable science Is revealing wonders in the excess ively minute and myriad objects, animats and inanimate, are brought to view whose existence has all along been unknown. Two methods of Illuminating the objects are in use—strong light 1b passed through very thin layers of the substance, or re flected from the outside surface of thick masses: and also from the external portions of exceed ingly small opaque bodies. Wonderful Lenses. These solid panicles ean be placed on glass slides or floated in transparent liquids, as a drop of water between two very thin glasses. Pinch the glasses close together; there is no danger of killing the smaller kinds of ani mals. such a* bacteria and mi crobes. They have plenty of room In a Aim of water so thin as to be beyond imagination The magnifying lenses for ex pansion of images of these mi nute objects require the most eon - summate kkill in manufacture. The mlcrocaraera. likewise; and the two combined are triumphs of human genius The finished products, the perfected pictures, are highly educational Many different kinds of greatly Im proved glass are now made in Jena, Germany, and these have ence. Road life and one-night stands destroy all the pleasure In existence, so I have been told by scores of men and women of experience In that line. And, at longest, the triumphal career of the greatest actress Is usually brief. Then she passes from the public eye, to give place to a new star. Still, the soul born for this destiny will seek it. If It is to be, it will be, and advice is wasted. almost revolutionized microscopy. And the wonders accomplished by using the most sensitive plates ever made, and these with many different kinds of waves of light, are almost beyond comprehen sion. The "Arabian Nights” people are eclipsed. Thus, put a drop of stagnant water on glass, lay a thin plate upon It, press down, and the layer of water will be thin, indeed. Put it under the microscope, turn bright light through the layer, pass this light into the very small camera, and let k fall on a prepared moving dim; then the amazing effect of animals In motion Is to be fixed on a film that is itself in motion. This film, a long strip, is then placed on rollers and unwound, so that it will pass powerful projecting lenses in a moving picture outfit In a Drop of Water. This Is. indeed, photographing the unknown. Since man ap peared on earth no such aid to refined research into nature’s labyrinths has been discovered. Then a large audience can see all that there h? in a minute drop of water, on a screen, from ten to sixteen feet in diameter. Totally invisible creatures become mon sters and move with great rapidi ty before the eyes of the people. Thousands of new species of mi nute living organisms are rescued from realms of the unknown^ : Photographing the “Invisible” : By EDGAR LUOIEN LARKIN An Eight-pound Baby, He Says, Is Worth Three Hundred and Sixty-two Dollars a Pound, and the Greatest Economic Leakage Is at the Cradle. Rev. John E. White Writes on The Price of Babies WRITTEN FOR THE GEORGIAN By REV. DR. JOHN E. WHITE Pactor Second Bagtiat Church A WEL L-KNOW N s oc 1 a 1 worker. Mrs. Catharine Smith, appeared before the Massachusetts legislative com mittee not long ago and testified that a traffic in babies, at prices ranging from 82 up, was being carried on in Boston. Mrs. Smith declared that she had bought infants and knew where more could be purchased at any time. “The idol of the Back Bay home," she said, "is a poodle dog. They run from $100 to $1,000, while babies are being sold at from 82 to 810, depending on whether they are blonde* or bru nettes.” Now. what do you think of that? Babies by the Pound. Another report from the baby exchange, however, will set our alarms at rest. The bearish de pression in babies in the Back Bay districts of American life Is too local to determine the baby market. The information Is get ting abroad that a baby Is an economic asset quite calculable In dollars and cents. The greatest political economist In this country is Professor Irvin Fisher, the author of a remarka ble book, which Is now going into all the colleges and universities as authority. In this book he furnishes the data for finding out precisely what an eight-pound baby Is worth a pound. He deals with the question In the most sober and scientific fashion. He shows that an eight- pound baby is worth exactly $362 a pound. You do not have to take his word for it. It is a matter of mathematical proof. The fears of statesmen for the future of the country evaporate In the glowing logic of ProfessoT Fisher’s figures. Race suicide will be impossible when people discover that the “new arrival" 19 equal to $2,900 in money. Instead of the dismal domestic plaint of “one more mouth to feed,” the baby will be welcomed right in with a cheer. The Baby Crop. According to Professor Fisch er's figures, each human being tn this country who lives out the normal terms of years, after de ducting all that It has cost to maintain life for that period, loavss the world twenty-ntne hundred dollars richer than he found it. It is well undentood that the wealth of a country is in Its peopl* rather than Its things, In the United States the wealth producing capacity of the IndN vidua! Is re'.narkab!*. It was not always so. but by means of ma chinery the power to create val ues is enormously multiplied. Working with available resources of nature, which have no value except In terms of humanity. — by the aid of machinery, the oven- age man or woman ‘is enabled to add to the wealth stone of tha nature vastly mare than can bo spent In living. An Increase of population, therefore, means In anv oomrau- nity a proportionate Increase, of oammunlty wealth. By every new life brought to bear on production money values are created and ac cumulated. So it comes about that econom ically speaking the baby crop Is immensely more important than any other crop In dollars and oente. The corn crop last year was worth $1,720,000,000 and the cotton crop $1,200,000,000. But tile baby crop was worth $8,960,000,- 000. Leakage at the Cradle. The point toward which our at tention Is directed Is the prob lem of economic loss at the cradle. A nation Is financially doomed when It ceases to produce babies. The intentionally childless mar riage Is in the nature of treason and the neglect of preventable causes of child mortality by gov ernments Is flabby statesmanship. Last year 250,000 babies died in tbs United States whose lives could have been saved by proper attention at the right time. The Joss In economic value thus sus tained amounted to more than Vr- 000,000. Therefore the governments of States and cities are at work to check the disastrous leakage of the country’s wealth through pre ventable child mortality. But who can estimate the ex tent of lose sustained through Ore unborn children who ought to have none Into the world "trail ing clouds of glory," hut for the unpardonable sin of paternal and maternal selflshnesa? Go a-Voyaging By WINIFRED BLACK. I M tised to death, and bored to deafb, and I know what I’m gqjng to do; I'm going a-vls- iting. Hurrah! I’m going to Germapy to-morrow—without getting sea sick. Won’t it be a lark? Why, it isn’t far—just a mile or so the other side of town. Yet I’ve never seen the street even—I do hope they’il have a piano and a mutter-kin who knits, and Unser Fritz, who plays the fiddle some where, and, oh, if they have kuchen for dinner and roast goose on Sunday, with apples—ach Himmel—I’ll find life a Joy again. Maybe I’d find Italy more of a change. I’ll Write One Myself. Not an ad from Italy in the whole paper. Let’s see. I’ll write one myself. “Wanted, room and board in respectable Italian fam ily; references.” There, my ship's at sea already. Giuseppe, dlo mio, what a pair of eyes, and whoever thought teeth could flash so. or his brother Toni, what a whistle has Toni, and what a light heart and light step, too; no wonder the girls all look out to see him, pass. Spaghetti, risotto, and on feast days, perhaps, raviolis. Who said I had no appetite? Oh, that brown sauce, and oh, that spiced fra grance and the little bottle of red wine in its wicker cradle! Or to supay France—here's a row of them at the top of the column. “Quiet French 'amity de sires.” Are there any quiet French families, I wonder. “Re fined family from France wishes to learn English.” I'm the very Americaine for you. Madame and Mesdames and Messieurs. I'll tell you things about the Stars and Stripes yeu never even dreamed of there in pretty Paris and you shall teach me how to save, how to dress a salad, bow to werve a bowl ofwoup that cost half a cent as If It were a banquet, how to make & Joke when the sky is gray, how to wear a rose that vetl! stake year thirty over into sweet sixteen. Oh, I’m glad I came to live In France a while. Send Them the Keys. Tlrod, bored, down in the mouth! 4 How can we Americans bs that when all we have to do to get an entire change of scene, environ ment, ideas and food is to put a little ad in the daily paper and follow one of the answers Into New Land? t Rent the house, send the key of it to your cousine, who are crasv for a month In town, and can't afford the hotels—lock up your love letters, pack a little trunk, forget the old you—the you with the worries, the tired nerves and sore heart—shut that up in the storeroom with the old-fashioned trunk and the moth balls, wave a gay good-bye to care, and go a-voyaglng—right here in our own big town hi the United States of America. Pertinent Paragraphs The one who damns you with faint praise is the most reprehen sible of all knockers. Sometimes the love for our neighbor may only be an affeotion for his money. Poetry is a good vent for tire some stuff that Is in a fellow's system. The story of your success is more Interesting to friends than a howl about your troubles There is something decldsdiy monotonous about performing a duty that has no pay envelope at tached.