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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
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The “Pork Barrel” Navy
Humiliation, After the “Pork-
Barrel”
i Congressmen Have Laughed to Scorn Conditions of National
Peril and Shame Which Are Ripht Now Face to Face
to Every American Citizen.
Rarely in the history of this or of any other country has
there been a sharper and more shameful contrast between the
life and service of the “pork-barrel ’ politician and of the fore
casting and patriotic statesman.
A dozen eloquent tongues, and at least one great series of
newspapers, have forecast for the last ten years just exactly the
condition of affairs that confronts our country to-day.
Every position which Japan holds, every advantage that it
enjoys, every preparation which it has made, and every menace
which it carries to-day to the dignity and safety of our country
has been clearly and definitely and reasonably prophesied and
described to the American Congress by patriotic members of
that body and by great and farseeing and disinterested news
papers.
Congressmen have absolutely refused to see these dangers,
BECAUSE THEY DID NOT WANT TO SEE THEM They
have laughed to scorn conditions of national peril and shame
which are right now face to face to every American citizen.
Not being able to see beyond their noses, they have made
fun of their colleagues and of newspapers which from logical
premises have prophesied conditions that are now manifest and
real
They have patted their fat sides in complacency while Ja
pan, vigorous in individuality, definite in policy and boundless
in arrogance and ambition, lias found this country, thanks to
their blindness and ignorance, in a state of unpreparedness and
comparative helplessness, out of which it is likely to extract new
glory to itself and humiliation to the Republic.
These men see ncfw, if they can see anyiMng, that THEY
ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONDITION v THE NAVY
and the condition of our coast defenses, which are likely to make
us look ridiculous and impotent in the hands of a little island of
tireless Malays in the Pacific Ocean.
V. V>. X*.
The Romance of
American Steel
Never has a more interest
ing story of American enter
prise and adaptability been
told than by James A. Farrell,
president of the United States
Steel Corporation, in his testimony in the Government’s suit for
the dissolution of the company. The increase of exports from
292,000 tons in 1903 to 2,246,000 tons in 1912, with a reduction
in the cost of selling, over the same period, from 8 per cent to
four-fifths of 1 per cent; the building up of a business with
Buenos Ayres, for instance, of $6,000,000 a year; the training
and employment of 260 agents in foreign lands; the operation of
five of the American Steel and Wire Company’s mills, and em
ployment of 40,000 men, for export products alone—all these
facts talk eloquently of the value of combination.
The fact is clear enough that America is benefiting by an
enormous business it did not have before the Steel Trust was
fonned. The problem is to preserve and increase that business
while eliminating any burden on the home consumer, caused
either by lack of competition or by a rush to pay dividends on a
fanciful capitalization. It is a problem not yet solved, and cer
tainly not to be solved by ’dissolution’’ suits.
t t
The Perfect Baby
and the Scientists
The perfect baby has been
discovered in New York. It
is the only one the doctors
have been able to find, and it
— —————— conforms absolutely to every
physical standard as laid down by the experts.
Unfortunately it does not appear to be a product of the
modern science of eugenics; it does not even stand as an ex
emplar of the system of baby culture that has formed the basis
of all recent lectures on the subject.
The perfect baby was born in a tenement and during the
three months of his life has had regulation tenement care. His
name is Abe Adelowitz and his progenitors are Roumanian im
migrants. His mother says he is bringing himself up; that he
goes to sleep at 7 o ’clock in the evening or 10 o ’clock at night—
just as it happens. She nurses him regularly, sometimes six
times a day, sometimes ten—just as he demands.
There are a moral and a lesson in this, undoubtedly. Maybe
some of our readers can tell what it is. We are in doubt.
PERTINENT PARAGRAPHS
Jim Hill's suggestion that our
Congressmen adjourn for ten
years might strike a popular
chord if there were a law to keep
them off they Chautauqua circuit.
• * *
It it hard to tejl thes. days,
whether a young nnm t: ow
ing to dress fashionably r riiere-
ly trying to look like a median.
• * •
There is a general jspicion
that a member of the London po
lice force is not in aii> imminent
rjanger of dying or ennui.
• * •
Probably the next mot
to investigate the investigu tors
who are investigating the investi
gators.
• • »
Still, we never would heai >f
King Alfonso if he w ere not f i
tlrsly surrounded by anarchist.'-
• * •
The amateur garden* r finds :•
i»ard to understand why nature
^fcpend ; 99 pi *
growing wet-.is.
In considering the tariff on lum
ber it behooves our Congressmen
to remember the large number of
onstituenU' who eat breakfast
food.
• * •
It is said that the price of
onions is going down, leaving us
in doubt whether to rejoice or
mourn.
• • •
Still, it will be hard to believe
t it the suffragettes are sincere
until they have blown up a mil-
'.ir.zzy store.
* • *
' Mexico will soon settle down
t- its normal condition.” says
President Huerta, leading one to
• \pect another revolution.
• • •
\ baseball fan is a man who
firmly believes the home team al
ways plays again?* nine men and
an umpire.
N'-body ever hears of a June
.>r'detpv..vm unless he has a title
or sorfte other failing.
Copyrlglu, 1913. lulcrnaUtmai New* Service.
DOROTHY DIX
Writes on
Henpecked Hus
bands-- Man
Should Be Head
of. House— He
Who Dares Not
Call Soul His
Own Finds Mar
riage a Prison.
By DOROTHY DIX.
Here are the Nation 's defenses that have been provided by the Democratic Congress. The gentlmen who favored this
particular kind of a navy refused to vote for two battleships at the last two sessions of Congress because they could not
be given all the money they wanted for public building^. They have already scattered these magnificent edifices abroad
through the country at the expense of the navy. What a splendid fighting fleet they would make can be seen in the picture.
WHEN IS HOME “SWEET HOME?”
“H
By WIGHTMAN F. MELTON.
of Emory College, Oxford, Ga.
OME 1b not a place,
home is folks!" rightly
declares Thomas Whip
ple Oonnaily.
The home of which John How
ard Payne sang was an humble,
peaceful cottage, the dwelling
place of his thoughtful, affection
ate mother
Anywhere that mother Is. is
"Home. Sweet Home," of course,
whether it be a dazzling palace
of splendor, or a "lowly thatched
cottage.”
It is a fact, however, that John
Howard Payne was a grown man,
and a wanderer In foreign lands
when he sang so sweetly of his
old home in America.
"How dear to my heart are the
scenes of my childhood." is the
cry of the middle-aged man. or
the old man, who can snatch a
moment from his busy years for
a backward glance to the time
of his Innocence and freedom.
There is a peculiarly sad feeling
that tome? to one who goes back
to his boyhood home to find it oc
cupied by strangers. A man sits
at the window reading, but you do
not’know him. The voice of some
Ionian, singing at her work,
reaches your ears, but you have
never heard it before. If you have
the courage to enter, and to say.
"Please, sir, I used to live here;
may 1 take a look at the old
house?" you will probabl> go
away feeling worse than before,
for there Is not a picture on the
wail, nor a bedspread that is fa
miliar to you. And they've made
a plunder room of your old bed
room. They have a washKand
where mother’s machine used to
be. They've put a door where
the window was that you looked
through at the other children
playing in the snow the time you
had measles.
Spiders' Webs
It Is only worse if the old house
is unoccupied, with mildew on the
walls, and spiders’ webs across
the pansies*? windows. Where
mother tended her flower beds,
w4th eo much care, mullein stalks
and sassafras are growing. Bum
blebees buzz about the place, and
the echo comes across the years:
"Jimmy, call the cattle home.’'
and
"Tommy, don't stay late."
And "Bally, fix the supper. f\>r
father's at the gate."
And then there is the memory
.of the candle in mother’s* win
dow that used to tell you where
to go after the settlement party.
The hand that lighted It now
sleeps far over on the hill;
The candle and the candlestick
have crumbled on the sill.
Coming back to the present,
perhaps you do not own the house
in which you are now living.
Really, it is a right difficult task
to get much music or truth out of
Rented house, rented house, sweet
rented house;
Be it ever so humble.
There’?' no place like -a rented
house.
Well, just try to keep the rent
paid promptly and in full; and
remember, the time will come,
and must come, when all men
who desire to be free will be free.
More people own their homes to
day than ever before in the his-,
tory of the world. More time,
money and attention are being
devoted to the beautifying of
homes and premises than ever
before.
Dollar-Hungry.
The man whose office, shop or
store is a palace, while his dwell
ing house is an old. unsightly
barn, iv a dollar-hungry back-
number. Even the so-called cold
business world frowns upon the
man who cares more for the
transient customer than for the
loved ones God has givem him.
Byrpr. sang,
" 'Tis sweet to hear the honest
watch-dog s bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as
we draw hear home;
'Tis t*w eet to know there is an
eye will mark
Our coming and grow brighter
when we come."
It is very pretty to sing, sec
ond-handed. of . the deep-
mouthed welcome," and the
brightening eyes; but when all
that is poetic is said, or sung, the
cold, prosaic fact remains that
parents and children, especially
the children, are Influenced for
noble or Ignoble Uvea, by the
house In the yard, the yard
around the house, by the furni
ture, the pictures, the books, the
magazines, the papers, the games,
the topics of conversation, and
possibly most of all by the tones,
or tunes, of kindred voices.
Always Look Back.
True tt Is that some great men
and women have come from mere
cabins, where there were no
books, pictures, flowers, nor any
thing else to contribute toward
the development of the aesthetic
nature; but, in after years, these
great men and women have
looked back, tenderly and loving
ly. to the little hut that mother
tried to keep clean; and, at the
same time, they have often wished
their early life might have had
a more beautiful setting.
City home or country place,
boarding house or palace, will be
remembered and sung of, fifty
years hence, as “Home, Sweet
Home.” Why not begin to prac
tice the song to-day?
The house may not be stately, and
the windows may be small.
The yard may be quite scanty,
and no fountain there at all;
A fence of rails may stand In
front, a fence with a gate;
The place may not be large
enough to call It an "estate;"
But if, within that quiet realm,
there is no petty strife.
Nor any of the tagnts and Jeers
that crush and cripple life.
There would I stay, forever, nor
one step farther roam.
There’s nothing better in the world
than "Home, Sweet Home!"
<8 SISTERS ALL §■
By WILLIAM F. KIRK
W HEN Eve was told, and Adam, too,
To pack their raiment and skidoo,
Poor Adam said "It can't be helped,”
But this Is what his sweetheart yelped;
"If Woman had a vote, you bet
We'd be within the Garden yet.”
When Cleopatra, wondrous girl,
Made all of Antony’s senses whirl.
Charming him through the passing hours
Within her Alexandria bowers;
Brave Antony re/narked: "My sweet.
I’ll lay the whole w r orld at your feet!"
Prom Cleopatra’s lovely throat
Came, "Give us girls a chance to vote!"
When pretty little Lucy Gray,'
Out in a blizzard lost her way,
She said, "It’a wrong that I should roam—
If women voted, I’d be home!”
When cute Maude Muller raked the hay,
She heard the old Judge make his play.
He stopped and asked her for a drink;
She said, "Your honor. I don't think!
I hope you’ll have a parching throat
Until us ladies get a vote.”
R ECENTLY a Chicago man
applied for a divorce from
his wife on the grounds
that his better half was in the
habit of beating him and cruelly
mistreating him.
The judge before whom the
case was tried turned a deaf ear
to the piteous story of the suffer
ings of this poor, helpless hus
band at the hands of a strenuous
wife, and refused him the protec
tion of the law.
"Your wife cruel to yot»?"
thundered the irate justice on the
bench. “It Is your own fault, sir.
Take hold of her and make her
behave. Yes, sir, make her be
have. It Is the man’s business to
be the head of the house.”
It is easy enough to say that
the man should be the head of
the house, but how is he to
achieve and hold the executive
chair when his wife is a candi
date for the same exalted place?
Before marriage every man ex
pects to manage his wife. After
marriage he knows he Is lucky
enough if he can keep her from
managing him. In all the world
there Is no problem ’so helpless
and so hopeless as that of trying
to make a woman behave when
she doesn't behave right of her
own accord, and the judge who
advises a man to tackle the job
Is giving him a task beside which
the labors of Hercules were mere
child’s play.
How, for instance, Is a man go
ing to make a woman behave who
has a tabasco temper and a
tongue that blisters as it wags?
Can’t Reason With Shrew.
You can’t reason with a shrew.
The only argument that a terma
gant ever listens to Is a knock
down and dragout one, «nd, un
happily, the conventions of good
society do not permit a gentle
man to beat his wife, no matter
how much he would like to, nor
how she needs it.
There are thousands and thou
sands of men who are noble, and
good, and physically brave, but
who spend the entire years of
their married life trembling be
fore a virago.
I have known men, genial, kind,
and who loved the society of their
fellows, yet who, If kept a mo
ment beyond the hour they were
expected home, would cower like
a whipped Schoolboy as they put
their latch key In the lock and
thought of the awful wigging
they were about to get.
I know a man, fond of good
living, who, at his dyspeptic
wife’s stern admonition, "Dear,”
drops his fork upon his plate as if
the tidbit he had been carrying to
his mouth had suddenly become
poison. I know men, generous
and hospitable, who could no
more dare to take a friend home
with them to dinner than they
would to commit any other crime
that was punishable with being
flayed alive.
How is a man going to make
his wife behave when she is ruin-
ning him with her extravagance?
Of course, he can legally avoid
paying her bills by giving public •
notice that he will not be respon
sible for her debts, but such a
course brands her with disgrace
and touches his honor. Very few
men have the hardihood to adopt
this plan, but every year our
graveyards and our asyluma are
being filled with men who have
worked themselves into the gTave,
or paresis, trying to stem the tide
of their wives' wasteful, willful
extravagance.
Before her husband's
to be economical, such a
sulks; to his remonstrance at
extravagance she retorts
is stingy, while if he
to restrain her she avenges
Self with such a shower of com
plaints and reproaches because
she can t have things like Mrs.
Bullion, or Mrs. Croesus, that he
retiree defeated to his store or
office, there to try to mint his
very life into money enough to
supply her demands.
Or how Is the man to make the
woman behave who-is merely sil
ly and childish?
Whos« Folly It It?
But whose folly is the mill
stone around the neck of her hus
band that drags him down into
the sea of failure?
Everybody will admit that the
man who is married to a woman
who needs managing ought to
manage her, but it is one of the
most pathetic truths of life that
in a family conflict it is always the
noblest and best that is crushed
under foot. In the end it is the
brute that rules.
But why should there be any
one head, either male or female,
to a house? Marriage is not an
autocracy. It is a democracy. The
wife is just as much interested in
the success of the family, she has
given as much to it, her happi
ness is just as much wound up
in it as the husband’s is. Why
should she not have Just as much
voice in ruling it?
A man thinks he has the right
to govern the home and rule his
wife because he supplies the
money that runs the establish
ment, but, even so, if he gave
every cent he earned he would
give no more than the woman
who spends her days in cleaning
and cooking and sewing and her
nights In anxious thoughts and
watching of him and his children.
Women, to their credit, be it
said, seldom consciously assume
this role of boss of the family,
and when they do they have the
grace to be ashamed of it and
not to brag about it, whereas If
a man can tyrannize over some
poor little woman, he spends his
time crowing over the achieve
ment.
Personally, I believe that the
head of the house theory has
brought about more domestic
misery than any other one thing.
Is Only Prison for Him.
The man who dares not call
his soul his own can And mar
riage nothing but a prison. The
woman who has to give an ac- I
count of every act and thought,
and ask permission, like a child,
for everything she does muat
also And it a police Jail where
she is slways expecting to be
sentenced and get the full extent
of the law. The ideal family re
lationship is where the husband
and wife reign as twin monarchs.
with equal authority, and with
equal respect for each other's
rights and privileges.
In the meantime, If the Chi
cago judge holds that a man
should be the head of his house,
an anxious world would like to
know how he is to do it.
Revolt of the Ciampi
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
F IVE hundred and thirty-one
years ago beautiful Flor
ence was a "hell on earth.”
The Arno ran red with blood.
Anyone dw-elllng in the city at
the time might well have thought
"Hell Is empty and all the devils
are here.”
It was the uprising known as
the "Revolt of the Ciampi.” The
"Lesser Arte,” or, In plain lan
guage, the populace, were en
deavoring to force the "Greater
Arts.” or the aristocracy, to give
them a share in the government.
One of the orators of the Flo
rentine mob, standing upon the
pedestal of a magnlAcent statue,
and anticipating by hundreds of
years the style of the French
Revolution, said to his enthusias
tic audience: "Men of Florence,
nur opponents are disunited and
rich; their disunion will give us
the victory, and their riches, when
they have become ours, will give
us support. Be not deceived
about that antiquity of blood cry
by which they would exalt them
selves above us; for, take my word
for it, all men are equally an
cient. Nature has madd us all
after one pattern. Strip us
naked and we would all look
alike Dress us in their clothing
and them In ours and we would
appear noble and they Ignoble.
It Is all a matter of clothes »n$.
wealth. Let us, therefore, sets*
upon their money and palaces,
and we will be the nobility and
they the commonalty.”
The populace rallied by the
thousands to the orator's call and
the day was won. The Slgnory
w-as paralysed, and for three
years—from 1378 to 1381—the
Lesser Arts held the reins of
government. But they did not
seem to know how to run things.
Factions arose within the camp,
and the Florentine Democracy
passed into the hands of the fa^
mous Medicj,