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k editors rage The Atlanta Georgian the home: paper THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Hundsy Bv THE GEORGIAN COM**ANT At 20 East Alabama St , Atlanta, Ga Entered as second-class matter at postoffioe at Atlanta, under art of March 3.1872 subscription Price Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week By mail, $6.00 a year Payable In Advance. 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 - —-" spreading ocanciai Refuse to Hear Any Story i Under Promise of Con- f cealing Author’s Iden- * 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. r~ 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. >oc i ® 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! w 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."