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v I EDITORIAL. PAGE The Atlanta Georgian THE HOME RARER THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Pi)bli«h«1 Kv#ry A ft* moon Except Sunday By THE GEORGIAN COMPANY At 20 Hast Alabama St., Atlanta, Ga. Sntered a* aecond-claaa matter at poajofflce at Atlanta, under ant of March 3.1873 j Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier, 10 cents a week. By mall, $5 00 a year. Payable in Advance. Speech and Thought Make j Our Lives i Everything That We Do Is Accomplished in Time BY THOUGHT. Thinking Is Your Only Real Power; Time Is Your Real Property—and There Is Little of It. Copyright, 1913. We human beings ceased to be animals and became MEN when we first used thought in place of brute strength. At some distant day in our development the animal that j preceded us here made up its feeble mind that there was some thing better than strength, teeth and claws, and began to use its little brain. This animal, our ancestor, the so-called pithecanthropos, or monkey-man, observed the saber-toothed tiger ripping open the stomach of a monster three times its size, watched the mammoth ploughing through swamps, crushing down trees, observed the great reptiles and all other proofs of brute force, and, without realizing it, this ancestor said vaguely to himself: “I can’t compete when it comes to teeth and claws, weight and bulk. I am a feeble thing in this jumble of power and bat tle. I must THINK the way out.” And so our real human life began. — Our ancestor with a forehead one-quarter of an inch high, a jaw that stuck out as far as the jaw of a gorilla, with teeth bigger than any of those of any bulldog, and with long arms dropping below the knees, that could crush a man of to-day with ease—this old ancestor of ours decided that he would get out of the battle for supremacy of muscle and teeth and see what could be done with the brain AND WITH THINKING. You can imagine how the thinking process started. It was hardly real thought at first, just a kind of intelligent impulse. Our ancestor sat up in a tree rubbing his nose and looking at the saber-toothed tiger that couldn’t climb. He saw the shining teeth, six inches long perhaps, and he didn’t like the looks of them. Later, when the tiger was gone, he climbed down and picked up a sharp flint, ten inches long, heavier, sharper and harder than the tiger's tooth. He held this in his hand, struck his brother with it, killed the brother, and felt highly satisfied with his intellectual accom plishment. He had discovered that a tooth made of stone, held at the end of an arm four feet long, could do as much damage as the tooth of a tiger. So he fastened his sharp flint to the end of a piece of w jod, sat in the tree, stabbed the tiger in the back as he passed, broke his backbone, ate his flesh, took the teeth to make imr iements and ornaments for himself—and so began the thinkii g human race. Later man used explosive dynamite shells in place of sharp flints, he dwelt in skyscrapers in place of holes in the rocks, he used flying machines in place of canoes dug out of a log. BUT ALL THE TIME HE WAS A THINKING ANIMAL INSTEAD OF AN ANIMAL RELYING ON STRENGTH, TEETH, MUSCLE, THICK HIDE, CLAWS. And every step that he gained in his upward climb toward control of the earth and dominion over the animals was gained by the THOUGHT that was started when he made up his mind to use the sharp flint and conquer the long white tooth All of this leads to the thinking man, sitting on the ash barrel in the picture at the top of this page. He is a descendant of all the thinkers of three hundred thousand years past. He comes in an unbroken line from the old half monkey, half thinking creature that discovered the possibility of con quering animals stronger than himself. And this thinker on the ash barrel in poverty, in anxiety, in remorse, is unfortunately the type of many of those—more than half, probably—who represent the so-called “civilization and marvels of achievement.” This picture is a copy, simply made, of Rodin's great statue, "Le Penseur.” In his statue of thought Rodin shows the man of power seated on the rock solving his problems by thought. In the picture that we print on this page the artist shows the man of sorrow and of weakness, pitifully trying to use for his betterment and for his defense the power which has been man 's only weapon. Readers, whether you be old or young, realize NOW that your salvation, your hope, your chances in life, are all in the thinking power hidden away in your head. How much will you use that power of thought? How long are you going to wait to use it efficiently? To what extent can you make thought, recently acquired by men, control the animal forces and passions that date back mil lions of years to our earliest ancestors of the days when this earth was young? Are you going to use your power, your health, your clear mind, and your will NOW to solve your problems and protect j yourself, and be a benefit to the human race, or are you to wait, and waste, and wonder, and delay, until it is too late, as with | ^^j&an? i The Thinker Ella Wheeler Wilcox Writes on Ill Temper Written For The Atlanta Georgian By Ella Wheeler Wilcox by Star Company. Copyright, 1913, S OMETHING like one hun dred and twenty-five years ago. a little girl was born in New England. She was pretty and bright, and her parents made much of her; and she soon be came a spoiled child in the way of disposition. She was irritable and fault finding; and these tendencies were not corrected, but excused on the ground that “Abbie was high- strung,” and “smart,” and “not like other ordinary children.” She married, young, a man of rare sweetness of character, and with an inexhaustible patience. He was devoted to his handsome wife, and she made him a very good consort, so far as her indus try and economy and loyalty went. But she worried him with her fault-finding and irritability. He made the great mistake of establishing his wife with his rel atives, and all her quarrelsome and irritable tendencies were, of course, aggravated. She bore him six children, and as she had never been taught any thing of the laws of prenatal in fluence, she fretted and com plained about the increasing numbers of her children, before their birth. Erred in Telling Them. And after they came into life and she grew to love them she made the great error of tell ing them how unwelcome they had been. This was especially true of the second child, who was scarcely a year younger than her older sister. This second child inherited all her mother’s irritable character istics and prided herself upon be ing extremely high-spirited and capable of “answering back” with some sharp retort. She. too. was excused, and even lauded for her peculiarities. She was regarded as “out of the common” and “just like Abbie.” When she married her husband did not possess the amiable qual ities of her father, and, of course, discord soon prevailed. Children came into this home, and so a second generation was reared in this unfortunate atmos phere. The grandmother lived until she reached- the age of ninety-four, and with each year her disposi tion grew more unpleasant. When the daughter visited at her old home there was always bickering and scolding and quar relling. And into these family fusses three generations were drawn. Then came a fourth generation, after the grandmother died, and this fourth generation was brought up under the same con ditions, and to-day this genera tion Is cursed with the original uncurbed temper and unhappy tendency to find fault of the first great-grandmother, which came down through the second grand mother and the father, and was, like a river, fed from streams run ning into it from other branches, which all became corrupted when the original stream was ap proached. Have Wrecked Homes. Sisters have become enemies, brothers quarrel; jealousy, ill temper, gossip, back-biting and all manner of bad habits, result ing from uncontrolled temper, have destroyed homes, and in some of these homes a fifth gen eration of little children is be coming infected. And all this migtit have been averted, and heaven, instead of hell, been established in the homes of four generations had the first child been taught self-con trol, good-will, amiability, gentle manners, the religion of kindness and courtesy. All of these women had kind hearts toward the poor, sick and needy. They were always “good neighbors” when there was trou ble in other homes. But they never learned the strength and power which lies in silence, and they never lea/ned the beauty of the soft answer which turneth away wrath. The two original sinners (for such uncontrolled tempers are sinful) were women of great strength of intellect and of dom inating personalities, therefore, their influence was far-reaching and powerful. In many of th?ir descendants the unpleasant quali ties have taken the form of petty meanness and ignoble nagging toward all those with whom they are thrown in close association. Yet the tendencies can all be traced back to the first source. Teach Them Kindness. If your child, madam or sir, shows wonderful “spirit” and is very “fiigh strung” and brilliant with repartee in the way of the quick retort, do not laugh and applaud and think you have something to be proud of, some thing out of the ordinary. Teach your children the religion of kindness, the religion of gen tle voices, amiable manners, gen erous judgments and self-control. Make them understand early how vulgar is uncontrolled tem per and how ill-bred the sharp re joinder. Do this for their own sakes and the sakes of unborn genera tions. I SHOULD WORRY By WEX JONES. I T used to be jolly to chatter with Polly On fashion and frivol and froth of the day; But now it’s sheer folly talking to Polly, For she puls “I should worry” to all that she’ll say. “I should worry like an onion” (Here she laughs, she feels so tickled), “1 should worry like an onion And discover that I’m pickled. I should worry like a saw” (How that “worry" gets me riled!), “I should worry like a saw Till my teeth have all been filed.” You hear all the flappers, tongues going like clappers Bandy about this ridiculous phrase; Prue. Polly and Lizzie will jabber you dizzy. Twisting it round in its different ways: “I should worry seven days And become a little weak.” “I should worry," ”1 should worry,” Every time they speak. “I should worry like a fish And get the hook. ’ "I should worry like a gumdrop And go North with old Doc Cook.” “T should worry.” “I should worry”— Phrase that sets me in a flurry, Phrase that sets my goat a -scurry— Oh. well, I should worrv. If Allowed to Progress in Chil dren. Its Effect Is Felt in Later Generations to Destroy Often the Happiness of Many Homes. By GARRETT P. SERVISS. T HE reign cf the good house keeper is only just begin ning. Every month sees some new invention that helps to diminish the slavery of house work. Housekeeping has for ages been an art, and. as with all arts, its practitioner? range in their 'abilities from mediocrity through fair talent up to positive genius. Now' housekeeping is becoming a science, and science has this advantage over art—that it tends to equalize abilities by bringing results through mechanical and automatic methods which any body can employ. The French Kitchen. For u plain male citizen, who know? little about the secrets of the kitchen, it is a wonderful rev elation to read the articles in GOOD HOUSEKEEPING MAG AZINE and to It ok at the devices there shown wiilch relate to this fast-growing science. Almost everything about a house can now he done with half the ex penditure of labor and time formerly requited. To be w ithout * this knowledge and thc.se inven tions o not merely to bo behind the times, hut it Is to live harder, le-s well and more expensively *<un ihare is any necessity fd:. The kitchen Is the stomach of the house, and upon the way in which it performs its functions, the welfare of the whole estab lishmer.t depends. My attention hag just been called to n model French kitchen. All the world has long rooked up to France as the ideal home of culinary art. and it is evident that she does noi in tend to be left behind in the mod em transformation of this art into a science. The kitchen has also been called “the theater of the French housewife,” and this theater is becoming really a fascinating place with its display of electri cal ranges, scientific lamps, auto matic grinders, mills and churns, Pasteur filters; coffee makers, ice. cream freezers, devices for easily getting rid of waste substances, porcelain sinks as white and clean as Alpine snow, scouring ma chines. filters, convenient cup boards. and all the glittering ar ray of nickel, silver, copper, aluminum, bronze and granite- ware utensils that fill the room with bright reflections. Not to Visit, But to Help. One of ths great charm* of a French kitchen is that the me tre's Is. frequently to be seen I there, i.ot mer.dy $s a visitor, but as a helper and director. She In spires her servants by her pres ence. and by her advice. She does not pretend to live In another world than theirs. They know that she understands their busi ness as well as they do them selves, and even better. She can take their place If necessary. This Is as true of the rich as of the relatively poor. The economy of the French people has long been world-fa mous, and nowhere is It more brilliantly displayed than in the kitchen. A French family, as has often been said, could live, and live well, upon the waste of many American families. And the ex ercise of this economy—this art of getting all the good out of things —fascinates those who practise it. It has the charm of all applied knowledge. They not only get all that is good—they make the good better. I know many a littie country inn in France where, for three or four francs, wtne Includ ed (a franc is worth 20 cents), one can have a really better meal than can be had in Atlanta for two or three dollars. And yet meats, and similar things coat about aa much In | France as they do here. The *e- I cret lies in economical manage ment and good cooking. It Is no W'onder that a first-rate French cook can command in New Tork a salary of $5,000, or even more. And If he, or she, retains on this side of the Atlantic the economi cal skill learned at home, more than half the salary Is saved to the employer. To Learn Economy. One thing to be noticed In the French kitchen Is that there Is usually no false economy in the choice of apparatus. Everything is of the best, or at least good and substantial. The kitchen, in Its way, Is as well furnished as the parlor. You may be sure that this spells economy in the end. for if it did not it would not be found In France. I have often been surprised on entering a house in France, which, In America, might be taken as the abode of people in very humble circumstances, to find a far larger and better- stocked kitchen than many rather pretentious houses possess here, accompanied by a culinary skill in its mistress W'hich would earn her a large salary on this side of the ocean. No doubt we shall learn this economical wisdom in good time— and the sooner the better. He Thinks Hard, Bitterly—But Too Late. Thought Conquers and Solves Life’s Problems, but Only When the Thought Controls the Power of the Body and the Mind. When the Power is Gone. THOUGHT COMES TOO LATE. ( SEE EDITORIALS 's eiATGc— Housewives and the Art of Housekeeping ♦ ♦♦ ♦ ♦♦