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Encouraging the Little Bullfrog
to Think Himself an Ox
1 hat Is What Woodrow Wilson Is Doing With Japan. Me
May Make It Necessary to Treat Japan Unkindly.
Copyright. 1812
When Modesty
Quickens Hope
There is hope for countless
sufferers in the announce
ment that Dr. Howard W.
Nowell, of Boston, has devel
oped a cancer serum that ar
rests the growth of that hideous destructive agency. Dr. Now
ell makes no claims and warns the world to wait at least a year
before it begins to place confidence in the serum. In other
words, he adopts the method of the true scientist, rather than
do untold harm by announcing a cure that may not be a cure.
Cancer has thus far baffled the medical profession. Save
in few instances where radium has been of benefit, nothing but
drastic operations have served to curb its inroads. If Dr. Now
ell has finally discovered a means of checking it he will deserve
a place in the annals of medicine beside Pasteur and Lister.
His own language in discussing the results of his labors is
modest and serves to awaken confidence. All the world will
hope that by the end of the series of experiments he is making
the same confidence will be awakened in his discovery.
As an educator, Professor Wilson knows that It 1* a mistake
to give children an exaggerated idea of their own importance.
The spoiled child, taught that he should have everything
he wants, and that older and bigger beings should bow to his
will, is a great nuisance
Japan is the child among civilized nations so called. And
Professor Wilson, representing Uncle Sam, an old and big gen
tleman, is doing everything possible to make a spoiled child of
Japan.
This is unpleasant and troublesome. In our brutal way of
settling affairs, the spoiled child usually ends with a good
spanking. And it Professor Wilson cannot be a wiser educator
among the nations, Japan may have to end with the spoiled
child s spanking.
Nothing conld be more ridiculous than to have the Jap
anese people calling upon us to arbitrate OUR RIOHT TO
MANAGE AFFAIRS INSIDE OF THE UNITED STATES
One of the States, entirely within its rights and protecting
its interests, has declared that it doesn 't care to have Japanese
colonies or Japanese land owners. And a very simple, plain bill
has been passed saying that the Japanese must not own land in
California.
If Professor Wilson had found it possible to let California
manage her own affairs, and had refrained from playing the
part of the professor on that ocoasion, nothing would have been
heard about the law passed by California.
But Professor Wilson began telling the little Japanese boy
that he was badly hurt and badly treated, and naturally enough
along comes Japan now, demanding the right to investigate
what we do, INSIDE OF THE UNITED STATES, WITH
UNITED STATES TERRITORY, and telling us that we must
arbitrate and find out whether or not we have a right to man
age our own affairs.
The Japanese have laws that will not permit an American
to own Japanese soil except under definite regulations.
An American can RENT the surface of the soil for a certain
length of time. But he can't own it. And if he happens to find
a mine, or something else of value underneath the soil, that
doesn't belong to him, it belongs to the Japanese Government.
Laws of this kind Japan has passed, as she has seen fit. And
the United States has never said to her, ‘ Won't you please ar
bitrate THE RIGHT OF JAPAN TO REGULATE JAPANESE
MATTERS?”
We recognize the fact that Japan, although smaller, and in
our opinion a good deal weaker than we are, has a right to man
age matters inside of Japanese territory to suit herself.
And the average citizen of the United States would frankly
tel) Mr. Wilson that he ought to tell Japan to PERMIT THE
UNITED STATES TO REGULATE AFFAIRS WITHIN ITS
CWN BORDERS ACCORDING TO ITS OWN FASHION.
For centuries the Japanese wouldn't allow any white man
of European strain to enter Japanese territory at all. Only very
recently the Japanese have changed this law. We didn’t
threaten to shoot them, we only talked to them in a friendly
way. And let them do exactly as they pleased.
Now, they have opened their ports, after having kept them
closed for centuries. And they say, “Little Japanese boy wants
to go and sit in Uncle Sam's lap.” And if Uncle Sam doesn’t
care to have the little Japanese boy sitting in his lap. Japan Is
very indignant and Mr Wilson encourages the indignation.
Nothing very much will come of It, for, of oourse, the citi
zens of California will exercise their right, regardless of Mr
Wilson’s interference.
And somebody will tell Mr. Wilson and Mr Bryan that it
is usual for those who represent a nation TO TAKE THE SIDE
OF THEIR OWN NATION, AND ASSUME THAT IT HAS A
RIGHT TO REGULATE ITS OWN INTERNAL AFFAIRS
And the thing will blow over after the little spoiled Jap
anese boy has had his say.
However, the citizens must be good natured, and just, and
remember that the spoiled boy of the Far East, acting rather
impertinently, is not entirely to blame.
Where you see a spoiled child aotinj, badly, you blame the
older person, who has failed to set the good example.
And when you see Japan acting impertinently, you blame
Professor Wilson, who has done what he could in his short term
to encourage Japanese arrogance and interference with very
simple American rights.
UNCLE TRUSTY!
Copyright, 1913. international New* ffervtr«.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Writes on
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spreading ocanciai
Refuse to Hear Any Story
i Under Promise of Con-
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cealing Author’s Iden-
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titv—The Wav to Deal
With Gossip Mongers.
W ell, boys, I see that the \\ ar Department thinks of using moving pictures showing the
pleasures of a soldier’s life, to attract recruits! Here’s one I just got up! In the first scene 1
am charging the enemy! I always make my charges as high as possible! Next you see me do
ing a little artillery practice! When one of those cannon balls hits the enemy it's a case of
‘‘Friends and Relatives will please pass around to the right of the casket!” Then you observe
me reviewing the troops! Those brave boys never flinch as long as they get their checks regular
ly! And last 1 show how a soldier does his foraging! Look at that farmer’s face. Har, liar!
t Alt, there’s nothing like a military life! Rlilm, put down your gun and go and buy me a pack-
age of cigarettes!
Written For The A tlanta Georgian
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Copyright, 1913, by Star Company.
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Die Season of the “Ice Saint
Centuries Old Puzzle of May’s Cold Days Scientifically Explained
s”
By GARRETT P SERVISS.
rr^HE “Ic* Saints” have paid u«
I their annual visit this
spring with their usual
punctuality.
Many per^pns doubtless have
shivered at their touch without
knowing what it was. A word of
explanation is therefore neces
sary.
From time immemorial It has
been noticed, in both Europe and
America, that, beginning about
the lOth or 11th of May, a series
of cold days, averaging three, but
some times extending over a week,
always interrupts the gradual in
crease in temperature of the air
In spring. Severe frosts and cold
rains occasionally acco'mpany the
sudden fulling of the thermome
ter.
Delightful Balminess.
If May sets in. as it did this
year, with delightful balminesa, It
Is certain, before the end of Its
second week, to take a backward
step toward winder temperatures
The interruption is not long, or
very serious, but once in a while
it produces disastrous effects
noon early growing plants, and
causes people hastily to resume
some of their discarded winter
garments.
Although they shift to and fro
a little, yet. upon the average,
these cold days center around
May 10th or ltth. and they were
long ago associated with the
imaginary influence of three or
four saints.
Pinchers of Early Buds.
Their feast days occur at this
time, and they are called “Ice
Saints” or “Frost Saints.” These
are St Mamertiilt (May 11). St
Pancratius (Max II), Si Serva-
tiws (May 13) and St. Boniface
(May 14).
Rabelais said of them that
These saints are takon to be
makers of hail, freezer# and
pinchers of early buds.”
In England this cold spell in
May is sometimes called “the
bin. k-thom winter." and in Scot
land "the Borrowing Days’* al
though they might, perhaps, rath-
• r he . ailed the Paying Days, ns
if the season had been borrow
ing heat from the coming sum
mer. and was suddenly called to
pay up Manx persona ate so sure
of ihe coming of the “Ice Saints"
Uiai U.c> ucv*i pul all then
ter garments away until they
have passed.
Nearly a century ago the Ger
man astronomer Mnedler exam
ined the records for 86 years in
the past, and found that at this
turbances of pressure and tem
perature. There is a kind of con
flict between the northern and
southern air currents, and an in
terchange of temperatures. This
explanation, on account v of its gen
erality, does not clearly explain
the marked tendency of the cold
days to come at almost exactly
the same time every year, on both
sides of the ocean.
In America the cold days are
usually followed about a week
later by a remarkable rise of tem
perature. and General Greely has
pointed out »hat on this side of
the ocean the warm weather of
the third week in May is often
more conspicuous, in the records,
than tiie cold spell of the second
week. He shows that at this sea
son low pressure storms common 1
ly pass across the northern
I’nited States, drawing in warm
air from the s >jtb, and these are
followed by high pressure anti
cyclones. which suck down cold
air from British America. The
next passage of low pressure cen
ters from west to east draws still
more warm air from the south,
causing a marked rise of temper
ature again, and so on, until at
length summer is established.
Appeals to the Imagination.
Still, the curious punctuality of
the cold days, in which they differ
from all other weather phenom
ena. appeals strongly to the im
agination, suggesting some regu
larly recurring Influence more
fixed in character than simple at
mospheric changes usually are
and It will be a long time before
the “common people,” especially
in Europe, abondon their belief in
the “Ice Saints/’ while more
learned persons will continue to
speculate on the possibility of the
intervention of something that
the meteorologists have not yet
discovered.
I T is reported of Hanna More,
the English woman poet (a
woman writer is no more “po
etess” than a woman artist is an
“artistess”), that when gossip
about anyone was repeated to her
she said, “Well, let us go at once
to this person and And out how
true this story is,” and she drag
ged the terrified gossiper to the
person under discussion and in
sisted on having the story sifted
to the bottom.
Of course, scandal mongers and
gossipers soon ceased to tell her
the tales they heard^ for not one
person in one hundred who hears
a story about another and repeats
it is willing to stand before the
accused and say where the story
originated.
That is the only right and
proper way to do. however, if we
wish to be thought fair in our
dealings with humanity.
When anyone starts to tell you
a tale on condition “that you
swear yourself to secrecy,” let the
matter go no further.
Refuse to Swear Secrecy.
Say in reply, “I will not make
any such promise; I do not want
to hear a tale that I can not hunt
to its source; and if you tell me
scandal about some one I know'
I must reserve the right to refer
to you as the informant if it be
comes necessary for me to do so.”
There are occasions when we
must warn one person of associa
tion with another. A very young
girl must be told that the com
panionship of an older woman is
not safe for her reputation, or a
young man (or an older man for
that matter) needs to know that a
certain acquaintance must not be
permitted to become an intimate
friend if he would avoid be
smirching his good name.
In such a case the request not
to repeat the gossip should be
followed by the statement, "If you
find yourself at any time obliged
to speak of this matter, give me
as your informant. I do not want
to take part in an unpleasant
scene unless necessary, but if it
becomes so I will tell what I have
ho say against this party.**
A mother of a young lady In a
hcutel had positive proof that a
guost of the house was unfit to
associate with honest women. She
was living a life of deceit and
infamy. The mother said to her
daughter, “Treat this woman
whom we have met here politely,
but she does not strike me as one
who would benefit you by her
association. Do not accept any
invitations from her.
Say Nothing Derogatory.
“Say nothing derogatory of her
to any one, but should she at any
time ask you why you had ceased
to go out with her, refer her to
me.”
That was honest and straight
forward dealing. The daughter
was protected from an unsafe as
sociation without hearing mind
soiling facts, while there was no
coward shelter behind a vow of
secrecy taken by the mother.
A young girl was told that one
of her admirers was an unsuit
able man to address a good wom
an. She demanded proof. But
while the first and second Infor
mants gave the source of the tale,
the third was sworn to secrecy to
protect her informant.
It so happened that this pro
tected informant was possessed
of strong “circumstantial evi
dence” of what she had told. But
she was not brave enough to
come to the front and declare it,
nor wise enough to keep her own
counsel. So she had embroiled
half a dozen people in what seem
ed to be malicious gossip, because
she had told facts which she did
not stand ready to prove.
Don’t Tell Unpleasant Facts.
But those who listened were
equally culpable.
One’s own father or mother has
no right to extract such a promise
when telling unpleasant facts
about another human being;
either the facts should not be
told or the one telling should not
be afraid to be quoted.
Refuse to listen to any story
you can not help to disprove or
prove.
# Stop Whining
By BYRON H. STAUFFER.
® T!
ie Bridge of
By DR. T. B. GREGORY.
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GARRETT P. SERVISS.
precise time in the year the aver
age temperature in central Europe
always declined suddenly more
than two degrees. Often, how
ever, the decline is very much
greater, sufficient, as already said
to produce disastrous effects upon
vegetation.
Another German savant. Er-
mann, offered the somewhat start
ling suggestion that the cause of
the sudden falling of the ther
mometer before the middle of
May was the annual passage of a
cloud of meteors between the sun
and the earth. This view was
accepted as possibly correct by
the English astronomer. R. E.
Proctor, who spoke of the earth
as being at this time in "meteoric
shadow."
How It s Regarded.
Meteorologists, however, are in
clined to regard the phenomenon
as due merely to readjustments
in the atmosnhere. resulting from
differences of air pressure.
As the sun begin-* to swing
north after the spring equinox its
heat Droduc*.* local dis
1 T was one hundred and seven
teen years ago that the “Lit
tle Corporal” made his ter
rible passage of the Bridge of
Lodi.” In the thick of the onset
fate seemed to be going against
the young general, when, seizing
the colors and pressing them to
his breast, he rushed into the
midst of the deathhail and bade
his Frenchmen follow him. Hyp
notized by his magnificent cour
age. the men obeyed his call. and
in a few minutes the victory was
won. and the Corsican’s fame was
made.
Battles are won in various
ways—by strategy, by tactics, by
overwhelming numbers, by supe
rior fighting qualities, by any one
of a thousand means, but Lodi
was Napoleon s victory, won by
his own personality, courage and
presence of mind. It is as cer
tain as anything can be in this
world that but for the presence of
Napoleon the battle would have
been won by the Austrians. Thus
early In his career did Napoleon
demonstrate the truth of his
maxim that "in war men are
nothing, the man is everything. ’
It is quite easy to understand
the undying interest of the story
of Napoleon. His inordinate am
bition. his ruthless methods, his
cold-blooded directness, his du
plicity, all of his many faults of
omission and commission, are
clean forgotten in thinking of his
almost preternatural genius. To
think of a man of twenty-six win
ning that brilliant Italian cam
paign—a fine prelude to his well-
nigh miraculous career of twen
ty years’ duration.
“How do you win your victo
ries?” was asked of him one day.
“Bless you,” he replied, “It is per
fectly natural to me.” What
confidence, even in the man of
twenty-six! In the midst of his
Italian victories, the Directory
sent commissioners to consult
with him. Waving them aside,
he said: “The Commis.«»ioners
Directory have no concern with
my policy. 1 do what I please.”
This is not conceit. It is sim
ply the perfect confidence of ge
nius. "Mv movements were as
quick as my thoughts. Trouble
me not with vour suggestions.”
He knew what he was doing.
And so the little man won his
Bridge of Lodi—and Milan lay at
his feet. Dazed by the sudden
ness and completeness of the
young general’s moves, duplica
tion after duplication cable to
implore his clemency. All Lom
bardy submitted. The Austrian
Military Office was ranted, con
founded. paralyzed. Napoleon had
suddenly revolutionized the whole
art of war.
W/ITH all our whining, when
W was there a better year
than this of grace nineteen
hundred thirteen?
A hundred years ago the work
ingman’s home wa§ a hovel, built
in awkward row's, in unlighted
sewerless streets. Heaps of gar
bage were before the door, scat
tering fex'er and plague. Father
earned 41.50 per week. Mother
was a beast of burden, too. Chil
dren eight years old worked six
teen hours per day. A little meat
was a luxury; meat was only for
the squire's family.
A hundred years ago England
consumed six times the amount
of liquor per capita as now.
Gambling and drinking were
wellnigh universal. Saloons of
fered people a fair drunk for a
penny, a dead drunk for two
pence, a dead drunk with straw'
on which to sober up for three
pence.
A hundred years ago the
streets of cities were so unsafe
that even the greatest had no se- '
curity from thieves. King George
III. lost his purse, watch and
buckles on a dark London street.
A hundred years ago sports
were vicious. Bull-fighting, prize
fighting. cock-fighting, bear-bait
ing were the chief amusements,
with drunkenness and profanity
characterizing the performance.
A hundred years ago English
convicts were sold to work on co
lonial plantations, sometimes for
a limited period and sometimes
for life. The remains of crimi-.
nals w'ere left hanging in rows
to rot; grinning skulls of execut
ed offenders lined the top of
Temple Bar. Men and women
were flogged through the London
streets. Prisons in England
were the worst in Europe.
A hundred years ago Europe
was just recovering from fifty
years of wild speculation. Our
twentieth century' get-rich-quick
methods, are child's play compar
ed to the wildcat investments of
the years following the South Sea
Bubble. A company was organ
ized to fi^h up shipw recks on the
Irish coast, and stock in it went
above par before one wreck had
been raised. Another company,
well capitalized, expected to
make salt water fresh. Another
proposed to extract silver from
lead and iron from coal.
A great success in selling stock
was made by speculators organ
izing a company to discover per
petual motion. Another corpor
ation w'as formed to melt down
sawdust chips, “casting them in
to real boards, without one flaw
or crack.” But perhaps the sum
mit was reached when a company
organized ‘'for an undertaking
which in due time waf to be re-
x'ealed” sold 2,000 shares of stock
at two guineas each before noon
on the first subscription day.
Cheer up!
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My Automobile.
By PERCY SHAW.
HEN first I owned an auto
In the palmy days of yore,
I ran it with a rapture
l had never known before.
For autos were infrequent.
And all the neighbors said:
"A wonderful young fellow.
With a great financial head.”
When first I owned an autq
And I tried to pay my debts.
The storekeepers reproached me
With politely voiced regrets.
I lived sublime on credit,
With diversions and to spare,
And every one predicted
I w’ould be a millionaire.
xvrHEN last I owned an auto,
W (’Twas a month ago or more)
I drove it with depression
1 had never felt before.
For autos now are common.
And all the neighbors said:
“He’s just like all the others.
Sold and mortgaged to the head.”
When last I owned an auto.
Every tradesman with a bow
Remarked with much politeness
That Is better pay him now:
My poorest neighbor snubbed me.
As he mentioned with a sneer:
“I notice that your auto
Is a model of last year."