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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
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By THE GEORGIAN COMPANY
At 20 East Alabama St . Atlanta. Oa.
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How Would a Term in Jail
Impress This Judge?
What Effect Would It Have Jpon Him? Would It Make Him
Realize That the Constitution of the United States Possesses
Authority Bigger Than His Own?
(Copyright, IMS.)
Egmont and Horn
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
T HE execution In the rreat
square at Brussels, of Eg
mont and Horne three hun
dred and forty-five years ago, was
one of the minor tragedies of his
tory out of which, sometimes, there
come tremendous consequences.
Egmont, apart from the fact that
he had very "blue” blood and a
whole lot of "rank” and money,
amounted to but little as a world
force; while Horn was at best but
a mediocrity; yet on account of
the flagrant injustice of the
charges that were trumped up
against them by old Alva and the
cold-blooded fashion in which
they were executed, there resulted
a state of mind In the Nether
lands that was to work mightily
for the good of humanity in all
lands and ages.
story of Egmont and Horn
long to tell here, but those
do not already know It may
it told to perfection in Mot
ley's "Rise of the Dutch Repub
lic.” It is enough here to note the
fact that in consequence of the
Judicial murder of Egmont and
Horn there came about the pollt-
wUhc.-' pojL&t the N eMherlgadg
.first let us point out that some of our judges take then,
•elves a little too seriously.
There are among them, fortunately, men of high character
and ability. These, let us hope, are a majority.
But the public is not bewildered or dazed by a gown of black
silk which some judges wear on the bench. In fact, these days
the public has come to look more closely at the judges and re
fuse to take too seriously their estimate of their own importance.
And now let us oome to the interesting case of a person called
A. B. Pittman, who is a judge in Tennessee.
The news reports tell us that this interesting Pittman indi
vidual put in jail a newspaper editor, Gilbert D. Raine, of the
News Scimitar, because, if you please, Mr. Raine had published
in his newspaper an article that the judge had told him NOT to
print.
The judge in sending this man to jail did not get the opinion
of a jury or of other judges.
He simply had said to the editor of the newspaper, ‘‘You
must not print such an article.” And when the editor printed
it he put him in jail.
We assume that this judge is personally honest and that the
main trouble with him is that he hasn’t read the Constitution of
the United States and doesn’t realize that a two-penny judge is a
smaller factor in this nation than the Constitution.
If the judge had read the Constitution he would know that it
says something about liberty of the press.
And he would know that those that wrote the Constitution,
which unfortunately provides a pretty easy way for dishonest
men to get on the bench, never intended that judges should be al
lowed to edit newspapers in advance.
We assume, as we have said, that this judge happens to be an
honest man personally, that he is not a grafter, doesn’t take
bribes, isn’t hired by a corporation, wasn ‘t taken out of a corpo
ration law office and put on the benoh—in fact, that he is not the
type of judge that USUALLY is found objocting to publication of
the truth.
But, Judge Pittman, suppose that you WERE that kind of a
dishonest judge.
Suppose you DID belong to the kind of grafting class occa
sionally found wrapped up in black silk.
And suppose an editor intended to print the truth about you
and about your graft.
How simple it would be to forbid the publication of the arti
cle and to prevent its publication by threatening to lock up the
man who printed it I
Would not that be a very easy way to keep your story and
an account of what you had done out of the newspapers and thus
TO SAVE YOUR OWN SKIN?
Are you not afraid that, immaculately honest as YOU are, in
sentencing a man to jail for printing what you don’t want in his
paper, some other judge might take the hint and use the power
that you have abused to prevent by threats of imprisonment the
publication of truth concerning his own misdeeds!
Don’t you think, Judge Pittman, that it is a more serious
offense for a judge, taking the salary of the people, to violate the
Constitution of the United States than it is fer the editor of a
newspaper to print something that YOU don’t approve.
Do you think that man should be put in jail merely because
he did what YOU said he must not do?
What would you think if it were said to yon that YOU must
be put in jail FOR DOING WHAT THE CONSTITUTION SAYS
YOU MUST NOT DO?
What effect do you think a few months in jail would have on
YOU and your views of the Constitution?
Don’t you suppose it would be an excellent thing if the peo
ple of your State and of all the States had the right of RECALL,
which would enable them to take from the bench, repudiate AND
STOP THE PAY of judges like yourself who appear to lack ap.
predation of the Constitution of the United States?
which enabled William the Silent
to lay the foundations for the lit
tle republic which has written Its
name so large and enduring In
the annals of the race.
"Like things of another world."
■wrote a distinguished contempo
rary. "seem the cries, lamenta
tions and Just compassion which
all the people of Brussels, noble
or Ignoble, feel for the barbarous
tyranny of this Nero of an Alva:”
and out of that feeling was born
the opposition to Philip and his
henchmen which made possible
the Dutch republic.
In his Iniquitous attempt to
throttle the liberty of the Hol
landers Philip overreached him
self, permitted his favorite, the
Duke of Alva, to gratify his per
sonal spite by the murder of Eg
mont and Horn, and In so doing
played into the hand of the very
cause he hated and was trying
to overthrow. Thus may we see
how true it is that oftentimes in
this world good comes out of evil,
and out of the ashes of Ignorance
and Bigotry the flower of Free
dom and P-'hgreti.
At the Movies
Not a Lifeguard in Sight
PERTINENT PARAGRAPHS
The Little
Dramas of
Nature.
Country Offers Amateur
Naturalists of Animal Life
as Absorbing and Fasci
nating Study as Ever
Staged in Any Theater of
the Universe—Studies of
Nature Make Life More
Interesting and the Mind
Richer.
By GARRETT P. SERVISS
I WISH I could persuade every
body who Is going to take a
vacation anywhere In the
country this summer to become
an amateur naturalist. You
needn’t study books nor pursue
the subject scientifically nor sys
tematically unless you want to,
but Just simply keep your eyes
and ears open. Leave your gun
at home, leet It tempt you to mur
der some Innocent creature, hut
take an opera-glase In your pock
et If convenient.
The stage of nature is full of
actors and acti esses playing
dramas of absorbing Interest and
offering spectacles as fascinating
and beautiful as any that ever
the electric lights of the theater
shone upon.
The trouble with most people
who seek rest or recreation In the
country is that they think only of
automobile rides, tennis, golf,
fishing and garden parties, and
neglect the delightful little sights
that are all about them. Birds
are really more Interesting than
golf balls, and the charm of a
brook Is not summed up In the
trout that spring at your bait.
Charms of Nature.
If a list were made, not of the
greatest but of the happiest, men
who have lived, it seems to me
that Gilbert White, of Selborne,
would stand near the head, be
cause of the delight that he found
in simply watching the little
dramas of nature about him—a
delight which he succeeded in
transmitting, through hie wonder
ful book, to many generations of
his successors on the earth. He
wrote only that one little book,
and he talked only of birds, bees,
wasps, fish, trees, storms, springs,
ponds, glow-worms, squirrels—
and one old tortoise—but what he
wrote will be read with avidity
after a million novels have been
forgotten.
Consider only the pleasure the
instruction, the philosophy and
the delight that he got from that
tortoise, which he made the most
famous turtle in all history and
whose shell is preserved, on Gil
bert White's account, In the Brit
ish National Museum.
The tortoise turns up at un
expected junctures in many parts
of the book. When you have got
a little taste of his quality, you
look for him as you look for the
appearances of Hhmlet In the
play. When the dandelions are
starring the meadows, up comes
the tortoise out of his mud bed.
He is covered with a shell that
could bear the weight of a cart
wheel, and yet he pulls in his head
and runs for shelter at the slight
est sprinkling of rain! A sultry
March day bring him out, Ilk* a
hibernating fly buzzing round a
Christmas hearth, but a touch of
returning froat sends him scur
rying under ground. A golden
day in November plays another
trick upon his instinct, and out
he comes from the mud, and hob
bles to the feet of a good old lady
whom he has known for thirty
years.
Age Will Bring Wisdom.
But he is only a youth yet. tor
the chelonian span of life covers
a century or more, and If he were
older, perhaps he would be wiser,
and not let the vagaries of the
season fool him.
Gilbert White studies all has
movements, gets at all his se
crets, admires his sagacity, and
wonders at his deliberate move
ments when he begins to dig his
winter bed in a swamp, for, “the
motion of its legs i9 ridicu'ously
slow, little exceeding the hour-
hand of a clock!”
White made the acquaintance
of this tortoise * % at a friend's
house in Sussex, and whenever he
went there, looked him up or saw
where he was sleeping. Finally
be bought him, dug him out of
his hibernaculum, or winter dormi
tory, hissing with anger at being
disturbed, and carried him in a.
box of earth. 80 miles by post-
chair fc, und put him In his own
garC It does one’s heart good
to flS/fcnw delighted the old nat
ure#/*t was with his bargain. He
thought as much of that tortoise
ap you might of a pet dog—per
haps more.
Then began a little life drama
before an appreciative spectator.
You Can Enjoy Nature.
To the reader’s regret, Gilbert
White gives only brief glimpses
of it In his book. You see the
tortoise sitting comfortably under
a cabbage leaf when the sun Is
too hot in midsummer; you catch
a sight of him careened up
against a southward-facing wall
in early autumn to catch every
feeble ray of warmth on his back,
and, finally, you see him stealing
out of the garden by back ways,
eluding the eyes of the gardener
and of his master, to keep a tryst
in some neighbor’s field, for
Cupid’s darts could penetrate even
his hard shell!
Everybody might be a Gilbert
White in a small way, and It Is
certain that anybody who tries to
be will find the world a pleasant
er place to live In and his mind
richer for the experience.
It is generally difficult to re
tain the friendship of the man to
whom you have sold mining
stocks.
* * •
The anxiety that some men ex
perience in holding a soft job is
more wearing than real work
would be.
• • •
Do not look up to or down upon
people. Give ail tho horizontal
kaui&L „ —- *1
The railroad president ha»
some troubles, but he usually gets
salary enough to take care of the
rent and grocery bill.
• • •
When we look at some hus
bands we cannot blame the wife
for preferring the company of a
pet dog.
• * •
“Pure Feud” laws don’t seem
to reduce the Kentucky death
W* _ \
It is safer to trust the Individ
ual with a loud laugh than the
one with the pussy-cat smile.
* • •
A man should either be very
rich or very poor to enter the
game of politics.
• * *
A faint heart never provoked a
breach of promise suit.
• • •
Health brings happiness to all
eava the doctor.
Promotion Is liable to tighten
the hatband of the most level-
beaded individual.
* * •
"Wolf of Wall Street” is report
ed missing. Maybe he's .lding In
a telephone booth.
• « *
The cheerful loser is generally
the most powerful politician.
« • •
The young woman hardly ever
marries an old man for love.
THE PRICE HE PAID
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
Copyright, 1913, by American-Journal-Examtnsr.
I SAID I would have my fling,
And do what a young man may;
And I didn’t believe a thing
That the parsons have to say.
I didn’t believe In a God
That gives us blood like fire,
Then flings us into hell because
We answer the call of desire.'
And I said: "Religion is rot,
And the laws of the world are nil;
For the bad man Is he who Is caught
And cannot foot his bill.
And there Is no place called hell;
And heaven is only a truth.
When a man has his way with a
maid.
In the fresh keen hour of youth.
"And money can buy us grace,
If it rings on the plate of the
church:
And money can neatly erase
Each sign of a sinful smirch.”
For I saw men everywhere,
Hotfooting the road of vice;
And women and preachers smiled
on them
As long as they paid the price.
So I had my joy of life:
I went the pace of the town;
And then I took me a wife,
And started to settle down.
I had gold enough and to spare
For all of the simple Joys
That belong with a house and a home
And a brood of girls and boys
I married a girl with health
And virtue and spotless fame.
I gave In exchange my wealth
And a proud old family name.
And I gave her the love of a heart
Grown sated and sick of alnl
My deal with the devil was all
cleaned up,
And the last bill handed In.
She was going to bring me a child.
And when In labor she cried,
With love and fear 1 was wild—
But now I wish she had died.
For the son she bore me was blind
And crippled and weak and sore!
And his mother was left a wreck.
It was so she settled my score.
I said X must have my fling,
And they knew the path. I would
go;
Yet no one told me a thing
Of what I needed to know.
Folks talk too much of a Boul
From heavenly Joys debarred—
And not enough of the babes unborn.
By the sins of their fathera,
scarred.