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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
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TheWhirfpool of Life- - It Carries
Us All to the Same Spot
Slowly at first, Then More Rapidly, Then Like Lightning the
Years Go.
(Copyright, 1913.)
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 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 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.
(Sec Bottom of This Column.)..
ti t t
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
;n a nation that has lived for ages under an arbitrary rule. It
is hard to efface the traditions of many generations and to
oegin 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. 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 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 0A3T 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
TvQT 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
I—
THE WHIRLPOOL
By JAMES J. MONTAGUE.
t-rt's time enough to mend the wrong
ies about us—and the sorrow.
'ping seasons eonie and go,
ng they are for Youth to measure.
»ds the grim old race so slow?
way! We hurry forth to pleasure.”
less are the currents speeding
; y Youth to pleasure bound
Chinese Republic Is
‘Recognized’ at Last
The Atlanta Georgian
The Whirlpool of Life
Ella Wheeler Wilcox Writes on “The Stage”
It Is it 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. 1913, by Star Publishing Co.
HERE 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 a road com
pany.
Having heard so mu oh 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 flowi d
like water.
No Diamonds for Her.
No bouquets with ridumom >*
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.
She 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 pla> s
very wearisome, and the life in
supportable after a year,
i So she left the ranks of the
ambitions with a vacancy, and
went home to live—disillusioned
, and disappointed and unteinpte'd.
This little tale is told a-s 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?
j I have talent, but hesitate about
going into the life, knowing it to
be so full of temptations.”
The girl who fears for her
I good behavior under the stress
J of temptation in any walk of 1UV
Without doubt the young, un
protected actress is subject to
many unpleasant experiences
not encountered by those in pri
vate life. Yet, from such ae-
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
counts as ! have received • per
sonally from these young women- i
the experiences would hardly
come under the head of “tempta
tions.” T6 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 purely business-like man
ner. w hich only serve to disgust
and disillusionize her.
All aspirants for i theatrical
career do not encounter such ex
periences. but many do.
A
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,
lhe life is one of dreary drudgery
and awful monotony of experi-
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 been unknown.
Two methods of illuminating
tiie 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 as 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 microcamera, likewise; and
the two combined are triumphs
of human genius. The finished
products, the perfected pictures,
are highly educational. Many
differ nt kinds of greatly tm-
pi'v vc j glass arc 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 w r ill
seek it. If it is to be, it will be,
and advice is wasted.
almost revolutionized microscopy.
And the winders 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 it fall 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 iong strip, is then
placed on rollers and unwound,
so that it will pass powerful
projecting lensej 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 is 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 tin unknow u.
: Photographing the "Invisible” :
By EDGAR LUCIEN LARKIN.
Rev. John E. White
Writes on
The Price of Babies
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
A W ELL-KNOWN s oc i a 1
worker. Mrs. Catherine
Smith, appeared before the
Massachusetts legislative com
mittee not long ago and testified
that a traffic in babies, at prices
ranging from $2 up, was being
carried on in Boston.
Mrs. Smith declare’, 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 8100 to $1,000,
while babies are being sold at
from $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 goi^g 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 $363
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, aiyl
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
ically speaking the baby 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 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 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?
Go a-Voyaging
By WINIFRED BLACK.
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 Gennany
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 Unser
Fritz, who plays the fiddle some
where, and, oh, if they have
kuchen for dinner and roast goose
on Sunday, with apples—ach
Him.rn.el—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,
tvhat a pair of eyes, and whoever
thought teeth could flash so; or
his brother Toni, what a whistle
has Toni, and what a ligh; 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 for
you, Madame and Mesdames and
Messieurs. I’ll tell you things
about the Stars and Stripes you
never even dreamed of there in
pretty Paris, and you shall teael
me tow to save, how to d.eas a t
salad, how to serve a bow 1 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 all we have to do to get an
entire change of scene, environ
ment, ideas and food is to put a
little ad in tile 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, /
lorget the old you—the you with
the worries, the tired nerves ant
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-voyaging—right here in our owjr
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 affection
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 decidedly
monotonous about performing a
nuty that has no pay envelope at
tached.