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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
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By THE rjEOlUHAN' COMPANY
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The Modern Slave-Nature
To-day Great Steel Slaves Do the Work That Only Yesterday
Was Done by the Feeble Hands of Man.
Copyright, 1113.
Until our day all the work of the world has been done pain
fully by men, miserable slaves attached to the soil, stunted by
labor, bodies merely fed and worked, and then worked and fed
again, and at last put away in a shallow grave dug by some other
working body.
Where a hundred men, getting in each other’s way, bending
their backs and wearing themselves out, would have worked
throughout an entire day with picks and shovels, ONE MAN now
sits in a big steam shovel slave, directs the work of the monster
with a slight movement of his hand, and in a minute pulls up from
the ea th a depth into the wagon huge rocks that men could not
lift. Every minute this monster does a days work of half a dozen
men. And no one suffers, no one is tired, no one is driven—science
that found men slaves of each other and afraid of nature is set
ting men free, free of slavery, free of superstition and terror—
AND MAKING NATURE AND HER POWERS SLAVES OF
MAN.
That is the great accomplishment and glory of this age.
Man uses nature’s forces and conquers nature. Only a short
time ago nature’s forces frightened man.
Civilization must progress in the years ahead of us with a
rdpidity inconceivable. FOR THE MINDS AND THE BODIES
OF MEN ARE SET FREE TO THINK.
While men were physical slaves real thought was impossible,
except to the rare man.
Athens was the intellectual center of the world twenty five
centuries ago, because Athenians employed slaves in great num
bers. Every Athenian citizen learned to think because he had
leisure. The citizens thought and developed a national intellect
that no nation of our day pretends to equal. The greatest Greek
thinker, Aristotle, said that civilization and progress could not
exist without slavery—and he was right.
But he did not dream that men one day would use the giant
slave of steel and 3team.
Tins century and centuries to follow will surpass the Atheni
ans in intelligence and in the possession of slaves.
Our slaves will be of metal, without nerves. The power of
the lightning, of steam, of the tides and of the great sun itself
will be the power of these slaves of civilization.
Slave women spun and wove slowly the clothing of the
Athenians and the Romans.
Our clothing is made by slave fingers of steel. Great ma
chines, untie looms, turn out in a day enough to clothe every
citizen of Athens.
The slaves carried their masters in palanquins in Roman
days. Steam amd the lightning are the slaves that carry us to
day.
Huge fair skinned captives from Gaul and Germany did the
digging twenty centuries ago.
Go to the great steel mill at Gary, in Indiana, and there
you see in wonderful perfection man's use of Nature as his slave.
The great ships bring the ore down the lakes. No man’s
hand has touched it. Jaws of steel have torn it from the ore
bed and dropped it into the ships.
At Gary other steel jaws lift it and carry it to the furnaces.
It is melted and great machines pour it out. It is divided
into huge ingots, and these, white hot, are carried to the first
part of the rolling mill. Still no man’s hand has touched that
iron. No slave has toiled under its weight.
The ingot is -queezed by one machine, made longer and nar
rower, squeezed again and made still longer and narrower.
It starts on its journey along the rollers of the mill, squeezed,
pressed, handled, turned over, and shaped as it travels hundreds
of yards—no hand touching it.
It "arrives at last, a red-hot steel rail, the right shape, cut the
right length. Machinery turns it over, glides it on an incline. It
has made the journey, changing from a shapeless ingot to a fin
ished rail, handled by machinery, the machines guided and con
trolled by one or two mechanics sitting aloft, pressing levers or
buttons, AND WATCHING.
Finished at last and almost ready, the rail slides down the
incline, and for the first time a man deals with it. He is a young
Scandinavian giant, six and a half feet tall, with yellow hair and
a clear gray eye. With huge pincers he turns the rail, and, stand
ing at one end, runs his eye along it. He is no slave, but a well-
paid worker. Ten dollars a day is his pay for the use of that true
eye. As he looks along the rail he sees the defects, moves the left
or the right hand, and another man controlling the straightening
machine straightens the rail as ordered.
And there you have side by side ten rails perfectly straight,
and more always coming down the incline to meet the glance of
that gray eye.
A man sitting in his little tower touches a button, and along
overhead rails there comes gliding a great electric magnet—on a
giant scale—the same as the magnet with which you used to draw
little tin ducks across the water.
The magnet slides along, drops down upon the ten rails that
weigh thor ands of pounds, the electrician presses a button,
turns on the current, and man's electric slave glues the rails to
the r met. The ten are lifted at once, as easily as a child would
lift aim; they, are carried to a flat car, lowered on the car, the
c a tun: :i off, releasing the rails, and the magnet travels
back to get another load.
To realize what progress the human race has made, remem-
h t th«* race lived for more than two thousand centuries not
; u/- L se iron, and then see that giant magnet at Gary
r c..r ! .eel rails, brought from an ore bed one thou-
-...v. clanged from the ore into the finished rail,
AKD NEVER TOUCHED BY A MAN S HAND EXCEPT AS
-- - WITH THE CLEAR EYE TURNED THE RAIL
AND ORDERED THE MACHINE TO STRAIGHTEN IT.
i -LA'VERY, and the ideal slavery that will free the
% jt, by making Nature'^power MAN'S SLAVE.
ing the whole sky as red as Are.
Thunderstorms broke out, and the
rain that fell from, the cloud had
exactly the appearance of blood.
In 1847 a blood-colored rain
fell at Chambery, at the foot of
the Alps, while near the summit
of the mountains, around the St.
Bernard Pass, there fell several
inches of "bloody snow."
In the old days of superstition
these occurrences were ascribed
to diabolic influences, and there ,
was no one wise enough In the 1
doings of nature to offer a rea- *
sonable explanation of them.
Often it happens that insects,
and sometimes heavier animals,
as well as the seeds of plants, are
! transported long distances by the
wind and deposited, alive, upon
the ground.
Dr. T, L. Phipson, who devoted *
many years to investigation of
atmospheric vagaries, believed
that the sudden appearance of
strange plants and Insects In lo
calities where they are usually
unknown is due to this cause.
His Explanation.
He himself observed several in
stances of the kind. On one oc
casion a rare plant, called
“bloody-flnger grass,” suddenly
began to grow m his garden, but
it disappeared after a single sea
son. His explanation was that Its /
seeds had been brought through *
the atmosphere, and that the
plants, after flourishing a single
summer, perished for lack of *
proper nourishment in the soil.
On another occasion his garden,
near London, was suddenly ani
mated with the presence of a
species of wasp, which Is pever
found In England, but abounds in
the south of France. These In
sects also disappeared after a
single season.
The fact Is that the at
mosphere is a wonderful trans- /
porting agent, extremely fickle inr ;
its action, filled with unseen cur-*
rents, and yet containing many
mysteries, such as the barometrio
"holes” into which aeroplane*
sometimes plunge, that remain to
be satisfactorily explained,
GARRETT P. SERVISS.
of greenstone rock near the vil
lage of Rowley, in Staffordshire,
several miles north of Birming
ham.
Such phenomena are more com
mon in Southern Europe than
elsewhere, and it has been proved
that the Desert of Sahara is
usually their source.
Raised to Great Height.
Colored sand and dust are
raised to a great height in the
atmosphere by the whirling winds
and then transported across the
Mediterranean Sea uptil, in pass
ing over Europe, they are caught
in descending rains, to which they
Impart the color of blood or of
sulphur, often straining any sub
stance with which they come in
contact.
On March 14, 1S13, a "bloody
cloud." which probably originated
in the Sahara, passed over Cala
bria and extended northward into
the Kingdom of Naples, spread
ing terror everywhere and color-
A CORRESPONDENT writes
that after a heavy storm
recently he saw the pave
ments of a town sprinkled with
many small earthworms, appar
ently lifeless, and looking as if
they had been drowned, and, since
It was seemingly impossible that
they could have crawled there In
such numbers, he wishes to know
If science can throw any light on
their probable origin.
The phenomenon to which he
calls attention has long been
known, In various forms, and has
sometimes been the cause of pan
ic fears among ignorant or super
stitious people. The so-called
"blood-rains” belong to the same
category.
Carried Up by Wind.
Most of these occurrences are
believed to he due to the carrying
up into the atmosphere, by whirl
ing winds, of quantities of dust,
the colored pollen of flowers, and
even small animals, which are
transported to a considerable dis
tance. and then brought down to
the ground during a rain storm.
The power of an atmospheric
whirl to lift light objects to a
great elevation is often astonish
ing. Such a whirlwind passing
over a swamp or pond may suck
up considerable quantities of
water, and with It small fish,
frogs and worms.
These are retained in the air by
the rapidity of their motion, and
may be transnorted a mile, or even
many miles, before they descend
again to the ground. If they are
caught in a shower of rain they
are assembled together In multi
tudes as they fall.
Some very curious instances of
strange rains of this kind are on
record. Many years ago a shower
of small green stones fell during a
violent storm in the streets of
Birmingham. England, causing
much consternation among the
inhabitants.
Investigation by a geologiat
showed that they had been torn
by the a ragged range
“ 1 he Perfect Age” in a Woman’s Life
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
(Copyright, 1913, by American-Jour-
nal-Kxamincr.)
T O the simple question, “At
what age tioea a woman
reach her greatest perfec
tion, physically and mentally?”
there must be a complex answer.
The woman, the environment,
the climate, must All he consider
ed. The horse, the dog, the cat
have their stated period of per
fect development, subject to few
variations.
Man himself can be relied upon
for certain conditions at certain
ages. Ho is in the pin-feathered
period at fourteen and despises all
girls; adores mature ones at
eighteen, knows everything at
twenty, begins to realize that he
knows nothing at thirty, is de
lightful and dangerous at thirty-
five and charming at fifty. Wom
an. more variable and elusive in
all things, eludes and evades clas
sification in these matters.
A Circe at Fourteen.
She may be a Circe at fourteen,
with amazing wit and charm, or
she may remain an undeveloped
anaemic until twenty-five and
then bloom into a glorious
womanhood. 1 have seen in one
family the two extremes—the
young girl of sixteen, who was
at the perfection of her physical
womanhood, and an older sister
just coming into her heritage of
voluptuous beauty at twenty-four.
The Southern girl matures
sooner and fades sooner than her
sisters in temperate climates, just
as Southern roses bloom and fall
earlier than in the north; and as
with the roses, her bloom is more
brilliant, her beauty more daz
zling while it lasts.
Lovely as early youth is, there
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
comes a later time in the life of a
perfect woman when heart, brain
and soul unite to render her a
thousand-fold more attractive
than she was in her early morn
ing.
As the perfume to the flower,
so is the expression of the inner
nature shining through a wom
an’s face.
At Her Best.
There must be something more
than the hope and animation of
youth to produce this expression;
there must be feeling, already
ripened by some of life’s maturer
experiences, and sympathy al
ready awakened regard for hu
manity.
Unless her early youth has been
marred by ill-health or disaster to
her nervous organization, our
American woman psually reaches
the perfection of her physical de
velopment at about the age of
twenty-eight.
She is in full possession of all
the charms of early teens, her
bloom is unimpaired, her eye is
full of luster, her figure retains its
slender roundness.
But added to these charms is
the subtle fascination of a heart
beginning to experience the deep- *
er joys and sorrows of life, a soul
beginning to reach forward to the
invisible and a mind beginning to
contemplate the serious questions
of life.
It is after her twenty-fifth year
that the average American wom
an begins to attain her physical
and mental perfection, and for a
period of eight or ten years she
seems to retain her undiminished
charms.
Art of Preservation.
Then’ begins an almost imper
ceptible change. It Is the curled
edge of the rose, scarcely notice
able to the casual observer, but it
is the remorseless forerunner of
decay.
It may be a period of years,
even a decade, before any eye but
her own will discover It, so skill
ed Is she in the art* of preserva
tion of her charms, yet all these
years she carries that saddest of
all sad secrets In her heart, that
her sun has crossed the zenith and
that her long day ot beauty is on
the wane.
Happy is she who, when the ad
miration of the multitude is no
longer to be expected, can fall
back upon the respect and affec
tion of her friends; happy is she
who uses her noontime of life to
prepare for a calm and peaceful
evening.
The Atlanta Georgian
the: home: paper
Teaching the Young Idea How to Chute
Caijyrtgkt, 1013, fcjr Star Company.
M*CA,Y„
Here is a young man, capable of earning a place in the world, getting
his first lesson from the spirit that is always ready to help a beginner, and
who has many accomplished pupils on their way to cemeteries, penitentiar
ies and insane asylums. It is not a pleasant spirit, but the young man can
only see what it has to teach, and that seems pleasant enough. One day, after
he has broken his mother’s heart and made his own life so wretched that
none save himself can even imagine its wretchedness he will see the spirit
face to face. But that will be too late, for by that t ime he will have learned
the lesson so well that he can never forget it. Mr. McCay, who drew the
cartoon, suggests that it pictures the act of “teaching the young idea how to
chute.”
Rev. John E. White on ‘‘The Battle in the Air
The Sudden Popping of Small Arms and the Clatter of Loud Talk in
the Direction of Chief Beavers, He Says, Was Not a Premedi
tated Outbreak of Hostilities..
Written for The Georgian by REV. JOHN E. WHITE, Pastor Second Baptist Church.
T HE sudden popping of small
arms and the clatter of
loud talk in the direotlon
of Chief James Beavers was not
a premeditated outbreak of hos
tilities.
It was an Indiscretion not in
the plan of campaign, and it has
created much confusion. Natural
ly, the desire Is very great that
the unfortunate attacking party
should return to camp, put up
their guns, take up their spades
and get back on the Job sub rosa.
The last thing In the world our
friends the enemies of the po
lice department want at this time
Is an open Issue and an open
fight.
The Battle Picture.
The real conflict In Atlanta be
tween Law and Morals and Law
lessness and Immorality is an In
visible conflict. It brings to mind
a famous battle picture which
represents the army of Atllla en
gaged with the army of the Holy
Roman Empire In the fifth cen
tury.
During the day the armies have
met in battle and have wrestled
until the night comes on. The
great artist takes up the battle
at that point and dTaws a picture
of weary horses and worn-out sol
diers of both armies lying asleep
on the ground. But In the night,
amidst perfectly physical quiet,
the spirits of horses and horse
men are represented above the
battlefield still engaged In fierce
encounter.
Their shadowy forms dash and
surge against each other, while on
the battleground below flesh and
blood are seemingly at rest.
Eight months ago, when the
day of sharp battle was brought
to quiet, and night and silence
settled down on the Tenderloin,
the conflict by no means ended.
The captains of the underworld
were beaten, but not conquered.
The situation became an array of
Invisible influences grappling In
the dark.
In the street*, in the saloons, in
the "ool rooms and In private of
fices the unconquerable power of
evil held their councils of war
and set in motion all the subtle
energies at their command to re
claim their lost strongholds.
The Issue and the Line-up.
It will be so to-morrow when
this recent open collision has dis
appeared from the news columns
and everything gets quiet. What
appears to the public as a retreat
from an uncomfortable and an
unfortunate engagement will be
no retreat at all. The battle will
go on in the air, but out of eight.
The sullen protest and the se-
REV. JOHN E. WHITE.
cret plotting will still maintain its
invisible head and front.
What is this struggle in Atlan
ta about? What is the Issue and
the Une-up? What are the in
terests, principles and desires
behind CJiief Beavers and the
Police Department, and what be
hind his enemies?
The question Is not difficult.
On one side Is the law of the
State, which the police have ex
ecuted and are executing. On
the other side Is a mixed line-up,
but unavoidably Identified with
the idea that the law should not
be executed and that officers of
the law should accommodate
their conscience to favor its vio
lation.
On one side are the people,
fortunately in a majority, who
maintain an unbending hostility
as citizens against the social evil
of prostitution, gambling and
drunkenness. On the other side
are the people, fortunately in a
minority, who are disposed to
compromise with these evils.
On one side In positions of
leadership are citizens who have
made an Intelligent study of so
cial diseases and public dealing
with them In other cities and
throughout the world, and who
knqw that the Judgment of In
telligence has reached a verdict
In favor of the policy of abso
lute suppression and of honest,
uncompromising execution of the
law, Is the sensible method of
dealing with public evils. On
the other side are those who
maintain a dead tradition to the
effect that such evils are neces
sary, and who shut their eyes
and their ears to all the testimony
of experience and scientific In
vestigation.
On one side the conscience of
religion, the ideals of Christian
ity, and the foundation principles
of churches, schools and homes,
which are bound Inexorably In
hostility to degrading vices, and
which as Institutions can not
Justify their existence, except In
war against them.
On the other hand, the loose
conscience of lrreligion, the low
ered Ideals of society, and the
foundation principles of the un
derworld, the brothel and the sa
loon, which, as institutions, can
have no existence except as they
organize to maintain the vices
which prey upon humanity.
On Which Side.
By no means all who are op
posed to Chief Beavers would
confess themselves inside an im
moral category.
There are some people be
witched by their own opinions,
who stand on the side lines
watching the conflict, with un
friendly eyes for his execution of
the laws. But it ought to be very
clearly Indicated that the Inter
ests unfriendly and positively hos
tile to the closing of the "Houses
in our Midst" have created an
issue which challenges the in
stinctive sympathies of the people
of Atlanta to one side or the
other of the controversy.
The petty ambitions of politi
cians, whether on this side or
that, will not obscure the issue.
It is a vain hope If anybody Im
agines that a political muddle
will re-establish tolerated tvlce
In Atlanta.
The real ground of Its hope
lessness Is not in Chief Beavers
or the police department, but the
law of Georgia and In the ac
cess of one Citizen alone to hon
orable judges on the bench who
hold in their hands the consti
tutional power backed up by the
sovereignty of the State of Geor
gia to abate by Injunction a law
less nuisance.
The battle In the air will go
on, but Atlanta need not be
afraid.
Strange Things From the Sky