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m ft [ ** EDITORIAL RAGE The Georgian THE HOME RARER THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN I Every Afternoon Except Sunday in: Georgian company I last Alabama St., Atlanta, Ga. Iter at nostoftlre at Atlanta, under act of March 8JS73 •U by carrier. 10 cents a week. By mall, 10.00 a year. Buyable In Advance. TheWhirlpool of Life==ItCarries Us All to the Same Spot Slowly at l ust. Then More Rapidly, Then Like Lightning the . Years Go. (Copyright. 191X > . , Chinese Republic Is ‘Recognized’ at Last r THE WHIRLPOOL “H By JAMES J. MONTAGUE. -HO:" cried Youth, -the years are lou here's time enough for toil to-monov re's time enough to mend the wrong ps about us—and the sorrow. ;>ing seasons come and go, ig they are for Youth to measure. Is the grim old race so slow? .ay! We hurry forth to pleasure." er roll the years around, •ss are the currents speeding ;y Youth to pleasure bound The Whirlpool of Life Have you read Edgar Allan Poe s wonderful description of the whirlpool? If you have not read it, get it at the public li brary and read it. •Then ask yourself what you would do, if you were in that whirlpool, not to stay a few seconds and then disappear, but 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 raund sjid 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 circle 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 picture. (See Bottom of This Column.).. £' if X After eighteen months of dragging, promises, postponements and heart breaking delays the Re publican Government of China has been actually sighted from Washington and its existence “recognized.” 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 efface 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 ern Republics—for help. I* needed to be fortified by our faith n 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 jealous and cynical monarchies of Europe and Asia. America denied the existence of the great Oriental Free State UNTIL ITS EXISTENCE 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 OAST 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. 1 X. - 'WlNSOR.M^y Ella Wheeler Wilcox Writes on “The Stage” It Isa Painfully Hard and Monotonous Life—Actresses Meet Many Adventures, but Few Peal Temptations—A Girl Might Be Tempted More in a Ball Room. By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. Copyright. 1913, by Stur Publishing Go. T HERE was a young woman who longed: to go on th£ 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 a road com pany. Having heard so much of the temptations of theatrical life, sin 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 iv- buke in her presence. But her life was painfully hard, drearily mon otonous, and absolutely common place. She was obliged to take trains at miserable stations in all hours of the night and in all kinds of wether: she was obliged to stop at wretched hotels and? boarding | houses; and she found the re hearsals tiresome, and the plajs very 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 tor her out doubt the young, lin ed actress is subject to unpleasant experiences countered by those in pri- fe. Yet, from such ac- 3K& 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 bo one of morals so much as one of final satisfaction. Unless great success results, the life is one of dreary drudgery and awful monotony of experi- Photographing the “Invisible” By EDGAR LUCIEN LARKIN ' ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. count.- 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 offered 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 pun y business-like man ner. which only serve to disgust and disillusionize her. All aspirants % for a theatrical career do not encounter such ex periences. but many do. A girl of aiiv refill* mem could P hotographing the in visible sounds like a mis nomer. but correct to say invisible by the unaided eye. This complex and valuable science is revealing wonders in the excess ively minute and myriad objects, animate and inanimate, are brought to view whoso existence has all along oeen unknown. Two methods of illuminating the objects are in use—strong light is 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 particles can 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 bacteria and mi crobes. They have plenty of room in a film 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 con summate skill in manufacture. The microeamera, likewise: and the two combined are triumphs of human genius. The finished products, the perfected pictures, an highly educational. Many different kinds of greatly im proved glass are now made in Jena. Germany, and the** have Rev. John E. White Writes on The Price of Babies t. tl 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. WRITTEN FOR THE GEORGIAN By REV. DR. JOHN E. WHITE Pastor Second Baptist Church 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. A WELL-KNOWN social worker. Mrs. Catherine Smith, appeared before the Massachusetts legislative com mittee not loi^g ago and testified that a traffic in babies, at prices ranging from $3 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 front $2 to $10, depending on whether they are blondes 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 show's 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 Professor Fisher’s figures. Race suicide will be impossible when people discover that the “new arrival" is 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 in this country who lives out the normal terms of years, after de ducting all that it has cost to maintain life for that period, leaves the world twenty-nine hundred dollars richer than he found it. It is well understood that the wealth of a country is in its people, rather than its things. In the United States the wealth producing capacity of the indi vidual is remarkable. 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, and by the aid of machinery, the aver age man or woman is enabled to add to the wealth store of the nature vastly more than can be spent in living. An increase of population, therefore, means in anv commu nity a proportionate increase, of community wealth. By every new life brought to bear on production money values are created and ac cumulated. So it comes about that econom-- Rally speaking the bfiby crop is immensely more important than any other crop in dollars and cents. The corn crop last year was worth $1,720,000,000 and the cotton crop $1,200,000,000. But the baby’ crop was worth $6,960,000,- 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 the United States whose lives could have been saved by proper attention at the right time. The loss in economic value thus sus tained amounted to more than $7,- 000,000. Therefore the governments of Stated 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 loss sustained through the unborn children who. ought to have come into the world “trail ing clouds of glory,” but for the unpardonable sin of paternal and maternal selfishness? By WINIFRED BLACK. 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 Mights” 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 it fail on a prepared .moving film; 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 lense.? in a moving picture outfit. In a Drop of Water. This Is, indeed, photographing the unknown. Sine© man ap peared on earth no such aid to refined research into nature’s labyrinths has been discovered. Then a larg-e audience can see all that there is in a minute drop of water, on a screen, from ten to sixteen feet in diameter. Totally invisible creature** become mon sters and move with great vapidi ty before the eyes of the people. Thousands of nev species of m: mite living organisms are rescued fnuu ivulm-i of the unknown. I M tired to death, and bored to death, and I know what I’m going to do; I’m going a-vis- iting. Hurrah! I’m going to Germany 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’ll have a piano and a mutter-kin who knits, and Unset’ Fritz, who plays the fiddle some where. and, oh, if they have kuchen for dinner and roast goose on Sunday, with apples—ach Himmel—HI 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. anted, room and board in respectable Italian fam ily; references.” There, my ship’s at sea already. Giuseppe, dio 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 sunny France—here's a row of them at the top of the column. "Quiet French family de sires.” Are there any quiet French families, I wonder. ' Re fined family from France wishes to learn English.” I’m the very Americaine lor you. Madame and Mesdames and Messieurs, l'il tel* you things about the Stars and Stripes you never even dreamed of there in pretty Paris anu vou shall teach salad, how to serve a bowl of soup that cost half a cent as if it were a banquet, how to make a joke when the sky is gray, how to wear a rose that will make your thirty over into sweet sixteen. Oh, I’m glad I came to live in France a while. Send Them the Keys. Tired, bored, down in the mouth: How can we Americans be.that when ail 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? Rent the house, send the key of it to your cousins, who are crazy, 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 anf sore heart—shut that up in tht storeroom with the old-fashioned trunk and the moth balls, wave a gay good-bye to care, and go a-voyaging—right here in our own big town in 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. Poet^ 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 yot\r troubles. There is something decidedly monotonous about performing a duty that has no pay envelope at- I