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n ■G°V}£X • u - 1 m. vmm* ~~~m* .n.im W ir,'4i.inw''n " •W ’" ■ ™ • "«"’** "7 wn """ ^P'|'!*ji l JS|yMW» EDITORIAL RAGE The Atlanta Georgian THE HOME RARER THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Funday By THE GEORGIAN COMPANY At 20 East Alabama St., Atlanta. <«a Entered ns second-class matter at postoffice at Atlanta, undei act of March 3 1*73 Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mail, $5 00 a >ear Payable in Advance. OUR COUNTRY ABSOLUTELY Requires Forty-Eight Battleships by 1915 to Hold Its Place of Safety. England carries an unsolved and serious difference with our country over the free passage of American coastwise vessels through our own Panama Canal. It is impossible to see how our country, in dignity and honor, can meet England's demands along this line. Japan has sprung a serious issue with our country over the right of California to protect the interests of race and the safety of the citizen by a law regulating the alien and in time hostile ownership of her lands. Neither England nor Japan would be willing all alone to pre cipitate a conflict with the United States over the impossible is sues they have raised. But with England upon the eastern and Japan upon the western coast of our country in simultaneous de mand, and in co-operative menace, the tension becomes both probable and startling. In the Far East the myriads of Russia and the millions of Austria and Germany front each other behind the gathering an tagonism of Pan-Slavism and Germanism. Western Europe has just emerged from one of the fiercest and bloodiest wars of history in the Turko-Balkan struggle. Italy has recently concluded a blood-fought peace with the armies of the Sultan. The war spirit is in the spirit and blood of nations on both sides the sea. And yet the American Congress, with an apathy that is blind and with a parsimony that is worse than narrow, refuses to equip the American Navy with strength and power to keep the peace in these tremendous times. Every offioer and soldier of the American Navy demands two battleships every year. The American Senate demands two battleships every year. The General Navy Board, without a dissenting voice, ■main* public its declaration that not one of our thirty-three battleships is ready for war if war should be declared. Germany could put to sea forty-one battleships now. France is ready to-morrow with thirty eight battleships, and Japan holds in instant readi ness thirty-six battleships, while England s mighty navy over shadows them all. For a hundred years no nation has initiated war with Eng land—because of England’s awe-compelling navy. THAT ENGLISH NAVY IS THE MIGHTIEST PEACE MAKER AND PEACE KEEPER THAT THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN. One hundred years ago it ailed up the Chesapeake and Potomac and burned our capital at Washington. To day it is great enough to batter our battleships on all the seas and ride once more in destroying insolence to reduce Washington to ashes. The Georgian is as ardent an advocate of disarmament and universal peace as any newspaper published in America. But The Georgian has held, and holds to-day, that as long as other nations build big navies we must build a big navy to keep ourselves sufficiently formidable to discourage attack and to pro tect ourselves if we are assailed. We do not believe in having a large navy one moment longer than a large navy is necessary— any more than we believe in carrying a gun unless a gun is nec essary to protect our lives. This newspaper would have wel comed the acceptance of Winston Churchill's proposition for England and Germany to lead the movement for all nations to stop building battlehsips ior a single year of peaceful experi ment. But the proposition went unheeded. England and Germany and Japan are building battleships, and the United States must build battleships, too. The naval experts that we select and pay to tell us what our country needs tell’ us explicity that to hold its place of safety OUR COUNTRY ABSOLUTELY REQUIRES TO HAVE FOR TY EIGHT BATTLESHIPS IN 1915. THEREFORE. THIS NEWSPAPER. WHICH IS ABOVE ALL THINGS AN AMERICAN NEWSPAPER FOR THE AMERICAN PEOPLE. UNHESITATINGLY PLANTS ITSELF IN WHOLE HEARTED AND PERSISTENT ADVOCACY OF FORTY EIGHT BATTLESHIPS BY 1915 CHEER UP By M E MURRAY L IFK is too short to grumble ami rile. Meet trouble bravely, learn how to smile. Set your jaw firmly, don't he a shirk. Do your best always, keep hard at work. What is the use of lool'tig for clouds’ . Keep in the sunshine, out in the crowds. Look to the right of you. left of you, too. Others have troubles far worse than you. ..earn to ions upward, see the blue skv: Yonder ihe sun shines. God is on high. Pleasure is sweeter, enhanced after pain. Those who keep cheerful, grit will attain. How Do You Think This Would Look? This is the way California would soon appear if the little Americans ever succeeded in giving Japanese influence an unrestricted field. A -A tls.C a ■"V -s A ^ J, ..Tp V A ' eV'*' ^ ., . m • CD M|| ' jF /• Rev. John E. White Writes on “Was Pierpont Winifred Black Writes on “In Love With Morgan a Christian?” Love and Not With Anybody” He Was as Good a Christian, He Says, as His Circumstances Per- Being a Little Talk With a Girl Who Thinks That There Is No Joy in niitted, But His Training and Environment Were Life Because a Certain Young Man 1 las Ceased to Against Him. Care For Her. Written tor The Georgian By REV. JOHN E. WHITE Pastor Second Baptist Church. T HK editor of an influential religious paper in Missouri has raised the question about ihe Christianity of .1 Pter- isint Morgan. It may be regarded a venture ,upon ground of doubtful delicacy to question publicly the religious Status of one recently deceased, and particularly to suggest a doubt about the Christianity of a man who made the confession of hts personal Christian faith the most conspicuous feature of his last will and testament. Hut this editor deals quite fair ly and gently with Mr. Morgan and advances no severe judgment agatnst the great financier He only Indicates the perplexity of reconciling the difficulties and contrasts of what Mr. Morgan be lieved and his life and career lm- plied. He simply asks whether the Morgan of absolutely orthodox ('reed, emphatic of humble de pendence and devotion and at tachment to the Saviorhood and Lordship of Jesus Christ can be harmonised with the character and career of the Morgan who was a man of the world known among men a.* 4 "cold, severe, aus tere. Indomitable. Ceaserish" and whose life was absorbed in finan cial ambitions, in personal self- assertion and in laying up treas on earth for himself and who helped him In his of his soul, is a matter of open knowledge. But the state of mind In mod ern Christianity is far from en couraging explicit and personal applications of these early prin ciples to the rich Christians of urea tho«< plans. It is essier to criticise this ed itor for raising such a question on the ground of bad taste, than to deny the point of his question on the ground of Christianity itself. The Rich Man s Religion. The absolute standard of Chris tianity is In its founder The record of whose life and teach ing* is in the New Testament, incarnated, defined and lllus- tha ideal Christian char- H trated seter In the New Testament Chris tianity took up the case of the rich man and dealt with it in a way to warn and alarm those who had great possessions That Christianity, according to its founder and its first followers raised solemn questions in the path of every rich man and dealt with him faithfully for the sake REV. JOHN E. WHITE. to-day.' Orthodox Christianity ordinarily does not ta“ke itself quite seriously on this subject, and to apply the message of Jesus to modern men of wealth consistently would risk a serious resentment. Imagine a great monarch of Mammon in Jerusalem "who gave no public impression of being deeply in love with Its fellows and showed no positive evidence of being sord.v troubled over the awful hurt of the world. nor sympathized expressly with the stress and strain and struggle of the poor.'nor offered his powerful hand direehl\ to th* oppressed and the distressed: who aecumu- la * d a private fortune twenty times as great as Croesus over In Rouut wuo »ift the bulk of it not for education, not for sending the gospel of the Atonement to the uttermost parts of the earth, not for printing Bi bles, not for feeding, clothing and housing the poor; but to his son to perpetuate the great house of Mammon and its power in the world of finance and make to it self other millions.” One cannot help wondering how Jesus Christ would have fitted that situation into his scheme of the Kingdom of God on earth, and how he would have dealt with one of his disciples who insisted on playing that ambitious role. We know' at least that the rich men of Jerusalem were not en tirely comfortable about the Ser mon on the Mount. Nicode- >mus was a magnate of money at that time. Perhaps Xicodemus is the lu minous exposition of our ques tion. though Mr. Morgan was a more pronounced champion of Christ than ever Nlcodemus dared to be, and his creed was as correct as Pbters, and his per sonal conduct as irreproachable as the rich young ruler’s, who had **ept the commandments from his youth up. Mr. Morgan as a Symbol. There Is nothing new or strange in Mr. .Morgans relation to Chris tianity. He symbolizes to extra ordinary advantage the type of the modern millionaire Christian. In his creed and private piety he was in possession of all the Christianity his circumstances would permit. So far his example is a distin guished one and stands as a re buke to many with far less for tune who profess Christianity with far less to show for it. But the* issue relating to Mr. Morgan personally in fairness de serves this conclusion: He was as good a Christian as his train ing and environment made pos sible. The remarkable words of per sonal confession in his will may be indeed his confession rather than his creed. When we read them we may well wonder if he had not realized deeply the path etic imperfection of a multimil lionaire’s Christianity. He threw himself wholly upon the grace of God. He was no longer rich, but poor, no longer great, but small, no longer mas terful, but humble. That confession was the next best thing for a multimillionaire, who desired t«* inherit Eternal Life, could do for his fellow men. By WINIFRED BLACK. N OW, my dear girl, why don’t you face the truth, the disagreeable, embar rassing truth; look it fairly In the fare, and be done with it once and for all? The man does not care for you. Put all idea that there may be some “misunderstanding." etc., out of your puzzled little head. A man who loves a woman doesn’t let any misunderstanding come between him and the girl he loves. He’s tired of you and wants to get rid of you. Why do you pur sue him? He is free, white and more than twenty-one. He has a right to love w hom he pleases. He acted as if he loved you? Well, If he did he certainly does not love you now. and what are you going to do about it? Don’t Run After Him! Write to him again; go and see him? Never, never, never again. You are miserable with out him you say. Well, if you run after him you will be miser able also and lose your own self- respect in the bargain. Don’t lose that, whatever hap pens Don’t do anything that will make the girl you see in the glass ashamed to look you straight in the eyes. Your heart is broken? No it isn’t. It isn’t even cracked. Just twenty, poor thing, and “nothing t<> live for!” Why, it’s a joke, a pitiful little Joke, but a joke nevertheless. In a year from now you’ll laugh at It yourself. Twepty and a broken heart! Wait till you’re forty and see what a tough, ready-to-wear heart you really have, and be glad of it. This man you are sighing for, ten* to one you’d be perfectly miserable with if you did get him. Almost any woman of thirty and past can tell you strange tales of the queer speci mens she loved, or thought she loved, when she was twenty. 1 remember a dark-browed youth with mournful eyes. I thought him a regular heart- breaker. I used to be afraid to look at him for fear he'd read rtU desperate secret in my embar rassed glance. When I heard the dark-brow ed youth had asked my dearest friend to marry him 1 thought I'd ^ever live through it, but I did, and danced at the marriage WINIFRED BLACK. supper, too, and rather gayly at that. I met the dark-browed youth just the other day. He looked to me rather more than common place, and how I had ever admir ed those hollow eyes and that sallow', stupid face I can’t imag ine. You’ll Get Over It. His wife was with him and she did not seem seraphicallv happy They say she ts a bit of a nag ger. I believe I'd have been more than a bit of a nagger if I had been tied up for life to that melancholy failure of a man. So much for dark eyebrows and mournful eyes. No. my dear, you are not in love with this poor man that you want to follow and write to and rj|l up on the 'phone. You aren't in love with him at all. You are in love with love, that’s all. Y'ou'Il get over it and smile to think it over some sane, comfortable day'. You’re just twenty, little girl; only twenty. What on earth do you know, even about yourself? Get acquainted, get acquainted with that little person you see every day in the mirror. How do you know what she may turn out "to be? YYhat! Throw' her at some runaway man's head; let her make a goose of herself over some one w'ho can’t appreciate her? Don't you do it, little girl. Don't even think of doing it. And, whisper, don't even hint your secret to a soul. Keep It to yourself, whatever you do, and have it to think of when the moon shines and there’s soft music play'ing somewhere. Hug your foolish story' to your brpast and be nice and miserable for a while. It will do you good. She Cried, Too. Your mother! Oh, you haven't hinted this to her? Why not? She wouldn't understand? What makes you think that? She's probably' the one person on earth who would understand per fectly. Would it astonish you to learn that when your mother was twenty, before she met your father, she had her romance? Get her to tell you about it to-night when you two are alone and the house is still, You’ll be surpris ed to find that she’s really a hu man being, this mother of yours. Oh yes, she cried too, and beat her breast and wished to die, and the man didn’t look at all like the one she married, either. Gome, come, you are not the only human being who evir was ■'hopelessly in love” at twenty. .Millions of others have lived through it, like yourself. It Isn't so important to be happy—it is im portant to be sensible. Make ;** your mind to that and some day you'll he astonished to find' that you can't remember whether that heart-breaking wave of his hair was on the right or the left side of the part. Pouf, it's over, the heart-ache and the misery' and the folly. Ail over, and you are all the better for having lived through it.