Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, August 16, 1913, Image 10

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EDITORIAL RAGE The Atlanta Georgian THE HOME PARER THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Hunday ^ —if A r~ By THE GEORGIAN COMPANY At N East Alabama St.. Atlanta, Oa. Entered a* second-class matter at postofflce at Atlanta, under act of March 3, 1873 AuOsrription Price—Delivered by carrier 10 cents a week By mall, $5.00 a year. Payable in Advance. No Limit to the Height of Buildings Let Us First Find Out HOW MUCH MEN CAN DO-Time Enough Then to Talk of Limitations. (Copyright, 1918.) Every individual imagining himself artistic and every per son who is afraid that big buildings will hurt the value of his land try to limit the height of buildings. It was well enough for Napoleon to limit the height of build ings In Paris and to make special concessions in the way of taxes for those that would build in accordance with a general beauti fying scheme. But in Napoleon’s day there was no such thing as a sky scraper. And no building could amount to much in the way of height .anyway. To-day what the people want is to find HOW HIGH A BUILDING CAN GO, just to what extent man can conquer gravity, how silly and trifling he can make the old tower of Babel 'look. Leave it to the majority of the people, and ninety-nine out of a hundred would rather see a building one thousand stories in height than learn that somebody’s “artistic taste’’ or somebody else’s greediness had succeeded in limiting man’s experiments. The buildings of the future will be the skyscrapers, and the architecture of the future will be skyscraping architecture. Man, who began with the mud hut as his building, after he had left the cave or the hole in the cliff, succeeded in building his wonderful steeples such as that at Cologne or Strasburg, and magnificent domes like that of St. Peter’s, and the strange, Orien tal architecture that imitates the Arab’s tent. The new step upward and forward is the skysoraper, the wonderful palace of glass and steel, the house that is destined to be a city under one roof. Let those who talk about limiting the height of buildings consider this prophecy: Human beings now living will see buildings that will cover many blocks, buildings that will go hundreds of stories into the air, having their streets and their street car lines a thousand feet above the surface. Let us find out first what man CAN do in the way of sky scraping construction. It will be time enough then to tell him what he must NOT do. A tiresome thing is the individual constructed mentally like the balky donkey, whose one instinct is to say, ‘DON’T.’’ Who Will Be a Terrapin King? Uncle Sam Thinks There’s Money in Diamond Backs. Uncle Sam has an eye for profits, and just now he makes a suggestion that ought to appeal to epicures from the Atlantic to the Pacific. He says there are dividends in the raising of ter rapin, and experts in the Fisheries Bureau are anxious for busi ness men to take notice. The diamond back terrapin is growing scarcer each year, and to see if it could not be grown in captivity the Government started an experiment at Beaufort, N. 0., four years ago. With forty captive females and eighteen males there were hatched last year five hundred and thirty-eight eggs. This success ac counts for the report just issued. The fact that terrapin must be five or six years old before it is fit for the table is offset by the ability of one man to care for several thousand. Moreover, it is not subject to epidemic disease, and after the age of two has no enemy except man himself. Here is a chance for the enterprising citizen to avail himself of an outdoor life and to make money into the bargain. “The Glory of Poland” By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY. J OHN SOBIESKI, the “Glory of Poland,” died two hundred and seventeen years ago. and with his departure there went out from the ways of nfen one of the greatest kings and battle winners that «arer sat upon a throne. supreme ambition was to drive the Turks out of Eu rope—a fact that la somewhat Interesting at this time. Rut in Sobleskis day the Turk was a » power to be reckoned with. It was but the fag-end of that pow er ’that was recently routed by the combined armies of Greece and the Balkans. In 1678, at Chocsim* Sobleskl defeated a Turkish army 100.000 strong, and ten years later ho dealt the Crescent a blow at Vi enna from which It never fully recovered. Under the celebrated Kara Mustapha, one of the mightiest armies ever seen upon the continent of Europe raised Its standards about the walls of the Austrian capital. A1J Christen dom trembled. The most power ful of the kings felt their thrones shaking under them. It was fear ed, even by the most courageous and hopeful, that the crack of doom had sounded, and that at Iftst the children of the Prophet were to be the masters of the white man's continent. f Rut they were reckoning with out Sobleskl. In his despair Leo pold appealed to the Polish king for help, and his appeal was not 5$oblesUl marshaled his forces, and with the fury of the tempest threw himself upon the Turks at Viennu % "Allah!” cried Mustapha, as he saw Sobleskl leading hts men to the charge, “the King Is surely among them." The Poles swept everything be fore them. Six Pashas were slain, multitudes of the Turkish rank and file were slain, and the Vlxler fled with the remnant of his army. Immediately after the rout of the Moslem divine service was held, the preacher taking for his text, "There was a man sent from God whose name was John.” John Sobleskl had saved Vien na, had saved Europe, The pow er of the Turk had been broken. Never again would he he a real menace to Christendom. And it was Austria—the Austria that Sobleskl saved from the Turk in 1683—that later on helped to con summate the crime of the ages— the partition of Poland. Such is the gratitude of nations! As We See Ourselves The short want to be tall and the tall short. Father Won the First Game E--E~Easy *t TWO VOTCFS 4fc BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX (Copyright, 1913, by American-Journai-iaaniiner. by A meriem-Journal-Examiner. Elbert Hubbard Writes on Habit the Master The Master Man, He Says, Is Simply a Man Who Is Master of One Person—Himself. When You Are Master of Yourself, You Are Then Fit to Take Charge of Other People. By ELBERT HUBBARD I NDUSTRY is intelligent action, motion, movement.' And now science tells us that thought also is a physical action, a move ment, a vibration of the cells of the brain. Wandering, dreamy thought is merely bad habit, or, more proper ly, lack of a good habit, for it leads' nowhere. To carry bricks back and forth from one side of the street to the other is not industry, because it lacks intelligent purpose. To think and make no headway is simply to carry bricks back and forth. To play the devil’s tattoo on a chair; monkey with the forks and spoons at table; adjust your neck tie forty times a minute; stroke your mustache or hitch your trous ers—these things are not industry, Gents do these things, but gentle men never. Ability to Play. And the difference between the gent and the gentleman is the dif ference between the Man and the Master Man. The Master Man is simply a man who is master of one person—himself. When you have mastered yourself, you are then fit to take charge of other people. 'The Master Man is a person who has evolved intelligent Industry, Concentration, Self-Confidence un til these things become the habit of his life. Industry in its highest sense means conscious, useful and intel ligent effort. Carried to a certain point, Industry is healthful stimu lation—it means active circulation, good digestion, sound sleep. The sensible man will’ ascertain his limitations and not carry his in dustry to the point of exhaustion. Before he is tired out, he will turn his attention to something else. The ability to concentrate requires the ability to relax. In order to work you must know how to play. Men who carry great burdens and responsibilities are always those who are able at times to lay down the burden and be a child with the children. They can laugh. And there is no medicine equal to the merry laugh. It is the intermittent current that makes the telephone possible; the man of power is the man who changes his work—he does one thing at a time, but he does not do the thing all the time. To cultivate concentration prac tice relaxation. Lie down on the floor for three minutes on your back, breathe deeply, lie still and turn your mind in—thinking of nothing. v To concentrate on your work you must enjoy your work. And to enjoy your work you must drop it at certain hours. Habit a Chain. He lasts longest and soars high est who cultivates the habit of just being a boy for an hour a day. Take a vacation every day if you want to do good work. Are you in the treadmill? Well, the only way you can get out is by evolving mastership. We are controlled by our habits. At first we manage them, but later they manage us. Habits young are like lion’s cubs—so fluffy and funny! Have a care what kind of habits you are evolving—soon you will be in their power, and they VIRTUE. O H. wanton one, oh, wicked one, how was it that you came, Down from the paths of purity to walk the streets of shame? And wherefore was that precious wealth, God gave to you in trust, Flung broadcast for the feet of men to trample in the dust? That misnamed road, called “Innocence," should bear the sign “To Hell." With Bong and dance in ignorance I walked that road and fell. may eat you up. It is habit that chains us to the treadmill and makes tiff- subject to the will of others. And it is habit that gives mastership—of yourself and others. Industry Is a habit. Men who go to bed any old time and get up when they feel like it are never industrious—worse, they are never healthy. Muldoon says that the man who has to get up at six o’clock in the morning never has insomnia. If you have to get up at six you’ll go to bed at ten. and this means you'll get the habit of going to sleep. ^ If you acquire the habit of study ing and reading good books from seren-thirty to nine-thirty six even ings a week you’ll soon find it a delightful habit. X know a great writer in England who writes every morning from eight o’clock to eleven, and he writes at no other time. He has acquired the habit At eight o’clock his brains begin to fire up, and he finds it easy and pleasura ble—necessary—to concentrate oa his work. The habit of Self-Confidence is a result of the habits of Industry and Concentration. And X hope I’ve made it clear that Concentration is the result of pleasurable, useful ef fort, of Industry. Also I hope I’ve made it clear that for Industry to be of the first quality the person must at times relax and find rest In change through play—be a child—run, frolic, dig In the garden, saw wood—relax. Road to Mastership. When you have reached a point where your work gives you a great, quiet joy, and through this joy and interest you concentrate, then comes Self-Confidence. You are now well out on the road to Mas tership. Robert Louis Stevenson said, “I know what pleasure is, for I have done good work.” The recipe for Self-Confidence is; Do good work. “Courage," gas's Emerson, “comes from having done the thing before.” A man who does good work does not have to talk, apologize or explain—his work speaks. And even though there be no one to appreciate it, the man feels in it a great, quiet joy. He relaxes, smiles, rests, fully intent on taking up his labors to-morrow and doing better than ever. The highest reward that God gives us for doing good work is the ability to do better work. Rest mqans rust. So we get the formula: Acquire physical and mental industry by doing certain things at certain hours, ceasing the effort before it becomes wearisome. In mental work keep in touch with people who are a little beyond you. The joy and satisfaction of suc cessful effort—overcoming obsta cles, getting lessons, mastering de tails which we once thought diffi cult—evolves into a habit, and gives Concentration. Industry and Concentration and Self-Confidence spell Mastership. So from thr Man we get the Master Man. What lies beyond I do not know. PeVhaps when I become a Master I shall know- one stage at a time is enough there isn’t time in this life, per haps there will be hereafter. If PERTINENT ! VICE. ^ Oh. prudent one, oh, spotless one. now listen well to me. The ways (hat led to where I tread these paths of sin were three) And God, and good folks, all oemblned to make them fair to see. VIRTUE. Oh, wicked one, blasphemous one, now how oould that thing be? VICE, Tho first was Nature's lovely road, whereon my life was hurled. I felt the stirring in my blood, which permeates the world. 1 thrilled like willows in the spring, when sap begina to flow. It was young passion in my veins, but how was 1 to know? VIRTUE. Oh, (alien one, unhappy one, but why not rise and go Back to the ways you left behind, and leave your sins below, Nor linger in this vale of sin, since now you see, and know? When a young man tells a girl that he is not worthy of her, in nine cases out of ten he tells the truth. PARAGRAPHS j Tennessee a serpent Lord is late. jacher who slays -- the House of the * w thousand years too VICE. The third road was the fair highway, trod by the good and great. \ cried aloud to that vast crowd, and told my hapless fate. They hurried all through door and wall and shut Convention’s gate. I beat It with my bleeding hands: they must have heard me knock. They must have heard wild sob and word, yet no one turned the lock. If a man can attend every base ball game during the season it Is a sign that his wife is no suffra gette. Do not waste your time knock ing small men. Hit a big one if you desire to attract attention. DoAt is cast upon the report that/hn actress will wed a eer- tairgDuke who doesn’t exist r • • • ^on’t tell everything you knew. Sometimes It is not so valuable if the other fellow knows It. Oh, it is very desolate, on Virtue's path to stand. And see the good folks flocking by, withholding look, and hand. The fool is seldom so foolish that he can not observe the fool ishness of the other fool. Be always feel flattered If not entirely satisfied when a stub born man agrees with us And so with hungry heart and soul, and weary brain and feet, I left that highway whence you came, and Bought the sinful street The nearsighted girl can gen erally pick out the d"* jit ice cream sign. The cheerful liar seldom at tracts as much attention as the vicious scandalmonger The second was the silent re£d, where modest mothers dwell And hide from eager, curious minds, the truth they ought to tell, Oh. prudent one, oh. spotless one, when good folks speak of me, Go, tell them of the roads I came; the roftjivw’s fair, and three. * Vt'll h r \ 4 ' J i • t » , ( Love is blind, but of course, marriage will remove the cata ract. Norwich, Conn., bootblack I* made a policeman. Ought io shine an his new job.