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EDITORIAL. RAGE The Atlanta Georgian THE HOME RARER
Occasionally “Capital” Dis
covers That “Labor” Really Is
a Factor in National Life.
Elbert Hubbard
Writes on
An Opportunity
for Women
There Never Was a Time,
He Says, When the Need
for Women to Become
Wise Was So Great as
It Is Now.
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(Copyright. 3913.)
Winifred Black Writes on Elderly Flirts
They Haunt the Summer Resorts, She Says, Like Some
Kind of Ghosts and They Are Dreadfully Silly.
By WINIFRED BLACK.
T HEY’RE here—In full force—
the elderly flirts. I met two
of them down at the Springs
just now.
The first elderly flirt was a man,
forty-five 11 he was a day; strag
gling along behind his good, comfy,
kindly, middle-aged wife—making
eyes at every girl of twenty or so
he met.
I walked behind him and heard
the girls—after they had passed.
I really wish he could have heard
them; he would have been edified.
The Girls Know Him.
"Here'e father again.” said one
pretty thing in pink. “Oh, do look,
he’ll get cross-eyed, he ogles so.”
‘1 heard him calling the tele
phone girl ‘honey’ at the hotel this
morning,” said a sweet sister In
blue, “and you should have seen
the face she made when he turned
the other way.”
"Father certainly Is a giddy old
thing,” said the prettiest of all, In
mauve. "I saw him holding hands
with teacher, the one with the
glasses, out on the porch Just at
sunset.
“Quoting poetry, too; and his
wife came round the corner. I felt
so sorry for her, I couldn't bear to
look at her.”
“Here he is.” said the sportive
widow to her escort “Grandpa
Googoo Eyes. I met him with his
little girl this morning and he
stopped talking to her and made
an excuse to ask me the way some
where. You ought to see the way
he takes off his hat ugh—he makes
me shudder."
“Grandpa Googoo Eyes.”
“Grandpa Googoo Eyes”—not a
pretty name, Is It, Mr. Elderly
Flirt? Yet that Is what they call
you, the young things you try so
hard to Impress.
“Grandpa Googoo Eyes," and vet
you are not a grandpa at all, only
a pa—and not a day over forty-five
at the most—but, oh, you do look
so elderly to the girls you so much
admire—and your Jokes are so el
derly, too, and your compliments
and the sweet, clever tilings you
try so hard to say—can't you see
how they laugh at you, all but
those who want you to give them
something—something that costs
more money than young Romeo
can afford.
Can’t you see how sorry they
are for the good, sweet woman
who gave up everything else In the
world to be your wife—poor silly
elderly flirt, you—and the wife—do
you think she doesn't know? Do
you Imagine that she is so used to
your artless little ways by this time
that It doesn't stab her to the faith
ful heart to hear the girls make
fun of you? Oh, yes, she hears
them—trust her for that. She
hears everything, Bees everything
that concerns you—for she loved
you once and she never can get
over that.
Your First Flirtation.
Now she looks upon you with a
kind of contemptuous pity, a sort
of kindly forgiveness now; what
else can she do?
She looks older than you—she
knows that; knows It In every beat
of her heart. In every line of her
tired face. She has borne you chil
dren. See that line by the sensi
tive mouth—that came when the
boy was so ill. That wrinkle there
by the eyes—that was when you
were 111 and she worried so about
you.
The hair there on the temples—
it was your first flirtation, that you
thought she never even heard of,
brought that. Don't you remember
PERTINENT PARAGRAPHS
"September
from the malls
envelope.
Morn” is barred
—unlew clad In an
Lovesick
newly-wed
rub.
laundress pursues
prince. Bride’s the
latest War Bulletin—New York
surgeon says he can graft arms.
Auto rung down bandit. That’s
carrying joy-rldlng too far.
Gerard wants Uncle Sam to cut
a figure t$) in Berlin.
It Is possible to be out of the
lunatic class and still not have
much sense.
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So. after all, Mexico's decisive
battle le likely to be fought In
Wall Street.
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Only woman who won’t fight
when called an “old maid” Is one.
The soles of the shoes supplied
by Satan are always slippery.
Honesty Is the best policy If you
do not talk too much about It.
that summer when the second baby
was so little and so delicate, she
couldn’t go out much, and you—
but rest assured she heard. There
is always someone to tell. You
have cut those lines on a sensitive
face—you and no other—none but
you—and everyone who sees you
together sees It and pities her for
being married to one so shallow-
hearted, so cruelly light of mind as
you, Mr. Elderly Flirt.
There’s your sister there—In the
shadows behind yon — painted,
made up, bedizened. How old is
the boy she has In tow? Not an
hour over twenty-two, If faces tell
anything like the truth. She’ll
get him out Into the moonlight and
make a fool of him and the nice
girl will cry her eyes out about It
Poorly elderly flirt—what a sorry
thing she Is—even when she Is
married and makes a fool of her
husband as well as of herself.
Tries to Look Young.
She tries so pitifully hard to look
young—hark, what an Imitation
giggle It is that she gives. Be care
ful, those high heels were never
meant for a charmer over forty.
You’ll Blip, beautiful lady, you’ll
slip, and what a time you’ll have
getting up again. Oh, why don’t
you give it all up once and for all,
Elderly Flirt, In petticoats too
short and slippers too tight for
elderly comfort—let It all slip, the
silly game you have played so long.
The girls there behind you—they
do the thing much better; they do
reglly—and how about the decent,
kindly, honest man who pays your
bills and sends you away to have
a good time? It Isn’t fair; honestly
it isn’t—It Isn’t the square deal.
He works so hard and is so proud
of you—why can’t you pretend to
be halfway decent—Just for hls
sake—at your age?
The Elderly Flirts—they haunt
the summer resorts like some kind
of forlorn ghoeta.
By ELBERT HUBBARD
A CERTAIN California Bishop
was at first opposed to
woman suffrage.
Next he Investigated it.
Then he saw it was coming.
It came.
Now he gives instruction to the
women of hls bishopric. It Is
something like this:
“Inform yourselves thoroughly
on all questions of state. You are
entering Into grave responsibili
ties, that of free citizens. Inform
yourselves, be wise in what you
do.”
This Is advice that a wise father
should give to his children.
There was never a time when
the need for women to become
wise was so great as it is now.
Their rights, personal, political,
commercial, involve a concomitant
responsibility.
When we were children we used
to think how glorious it would be
when we W'ere grown up. Then we
would have the privilege of stay
ing out at night as long as we
chose, and of doing what w T e pleas
ed, all day long.
Self-Control.
But when we became men we
realized that there was a limit to
the hours of the night, also to our
capacity to keep awake, that In
order to be able to “have a good
time," a man must control himself.
Every privilege is bounded by
responsibilities which have to be
carried in order to make the priv
ilege possible.
That Is all any human being lias
•—opportunity.
The opportunity for suffrage and
personal rights has not come easily
to women. They have worked un
til they have quite an understand
ing of the rights that they want
and the privileges that have been
denied them.
Civic Research Clubs.
In most of the States where suf
frage has been granted, the Wo
man Suffrage clubs have been
turneij Into Civic Research clubs.
Women are bringing politically un
prejudiced minds to bear on po
litical situations and their new
privileges. Their actions, as a
rule, are decided by this test, “Is
It right or Is It wrong." Women
whose actions are not Influenced
by right and wrong are taking very
little Interest in the woman suf
frage movement.
The Reverend Mabel M. Irwin,
a Unlversalist minister, gives out
a well-timed warning to women.
She urges them to make no mis
takes In using the newly acquired
privilege of their natural rights.
She eloquently urges them to use
their power to develop a better,
nobler race.
Mabel M. Irwin affirms that
women have not been shirking the
burden of motherhood, but the
bondage of motherhood. When
women have the rights of free citi
zens this bondage will be removed.
Then there will be the Joyous
laughter, the patter of little feel
that makes perennial youth.
English Women’s Demands.
Beatrice Harraden, the English
author, in a recent number of
Votes for Women, expresses a
clear understanding of how vital
to the Englishwomen is the cans*
of woman suffrage.
If there were only a few women
engaged In this movement we
might think It was only a dream, of
fair women. But when fishwives,
tinplate workers, weavers, tallow
esses, upholsteresses, laundresses,
charwomen, ropemakers, shop a*
sistants, nurses, teachers and
sweatshop workers unite In the de>
mand for suffrage as equals with
the women of nobility, there is
something very vital in the move,
ment. It means that these women
are stirred into action by a primi
tive instinct
Women and Statesmen.
Recently a deputation of women
from every walk in life spoke elo
quently to Mr. Lloyd George and
his colleagues. Many of them had
never before made a speech. They
were unlettered, hard-working
women, moved to eloquence by a
cause.
Miss Harraden says the women
impressed the statesmen though
the statesmen did not impress the
women. Their cloaks and trap
pings of office meant nothing to
these women, demanding the privi
lege to exercise their inherent
right of freedom.
When women who toil with their
hands Join with nobility, and all
are made equal by the cause which
is moving them, it is time that the
Englishmen recognized that it is
an inherent, natural right that
women are demanding.
The Battle of the Nile
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
r E Battle of the Nile, Nel
son’s greatest victory, and
one of the most remarkable
naval fights known to history,
came off one hundred and fifteen
years ago—August 1, 1798.
In May, 1798, Nelson, now In
Independent command, was dis
patched by hls Government to
Intercept the great French arm
ament which was Intended to
reach Egypt and threaten India.
Napoleon had vast Ideas In hls
head, and he hoped by means of
this armament to materialize
them In the shape of a great Ori
ental Empire.
Coming up with the French
fleet in the roads of Abouklr,
Nelson lost no time In getting
ready for action. With sublime
audacity, and In defiance of all
the then recognized rules of sea
fighting, he ordered part of his
fleet to get in between the French
ships and the shore, while with
the other part he attached from
the side of the open sea. As
sailed from front and rear, the
French were taken at a great dis
advantage. and though they
fought with a splendid courage,
there was never a moment when
the issue of the battle was in
doubt. The genius, audacity,
quickness of the little English
Admiral were too much for them,
and of the thirteen French bat
tleships only two escaped.
The French ought to have won
the day. Their vessels were equal
in number to those of the English
(13 on each side), and were in
size and caliber much superior to
them, the British "seventy-foure”
being no match for the new and
magnificent French "eighties."
But the French had no Nelson,
and that fact explains it all.
Two or three very Important
things were settled by Nelson's
brilliant victory at the Battle of
the Nile. It settled the fact that
England's navy was supreme, In
vincible. It settled the fact that
the long cherished idea of a
French Invasion of England was
never to be realized. And finally
It settled the fact that Napo
leon’s visions of a mighty empire
in Egypt and Syria, and possibly
in India, were to go up in smoke.
There was nothing to hinder Na
poleon from making himself Em
peror of France, and, for a time,
dictator of Continental Europe,
but the way in which Nelson
smashed the great armament oft
the roads of Abouklr convinced
every sensible man in France
that the First Consul could new
er become master of the East To
do that be needed, first, the mas
tery of the Mediterranean, and
the little Admiral hod demote-
strated such mastery was oat n*
the question.
Chicago had a lockout of workmen in the building trades.
It was decided by those engaged in building that something
must be done, and so all building was stopped for a while, build
ers agreeing to stand the loss in order to carry their point.
Finally building was resumed and something strange and
surprising happened. IT WAS DISCOVERED THAT 8,000
BUILDING MECHANICS WERE MISSING IN CHICAGO.
And the builders, anxious to rush through the work that
had been delayed during the lockout, did not know exactly
WHERE to get the eight thousand mechanics.
Those eight thousand mechanics had not been sitting around
waiting for the lockout to end, but had gone to other cities and
engaged in other occupations.
This discovery is useful, since it makes clear the fact that
in this country and in its enterprises organised labor actually
plays a part that is not to be disregarded.
The builders discover that their architects, their draftsmen,
their enterprise and their MONEY amount to very little if they
haven’t got THE WORKERS TO MAKE REALITIES OF THE
IDEAS, THE PLANS, THE ENTERPRISE AND THE MONEY.
Perhaps it is a good thing to have the eight thousand
mechanics missing for a little while, just to teach the gentlemen
who occasionally imagine that they are the entire nation that
they wouldn’t be very much more important than Robinson
Crusoe on his Island if they didn't have the workmen with them.
The absence of these mechanics is also interesting as
demonstrating the value of labor unions that keep an organized
body of workers ready to do the skilled work of the country
upon demand.
The country has grown too big for the old system under which
both labor and capital were disorganized, with the capitalist,
when the mood seized him, deciding to build something, going
out looking for isolated workers, gathering them together and
putting them to building.
To-day capital is organized AND OUGHT TO BE ORGAN
IZED UNDER PUBLIC CONTROL AND REASONABLE CON
DITIONS.
And labor is organized and ought to be organized, also under
public control and reasonable conditions.
The Chicago lesson teaches that if labor were NOT organ
ized, if the unions did not, by demanding fair wages and fair
hours, limiting apprentices and preventing oversupply, regulate
conditions, the labor market would be chaotic and the great
operations of this day impossible.
If the lack of mechanics in Chicago teaches capital the im
portance of labor and teaches also the important fact that or
ganized labor makes great building and manufacturing possible,
the hardship of the Chicago lockout will not have been endured
entirely in vain.
KARMA
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
Copyright, 1913, by Amerk-an-Journal-Kxaminer.
W E cannot choose our sorrows. One there was,
Who, reverent ot sonl, and strong with trust.
Cried, “God, though Thou shouldst bow me to the dust,
Yet will I praise thy everlasting laws.
Beggared, my faith would never halt or pause;
But sing thy glory, feasting on a crust.
Only one boon, one precious boon I must
I>emand of Thee, oh, opulent great Cause.
Let Love stay with me, Constant to the end,
Though fame pass by and poverty pursue.
With freighted hold, her life ship onward sailed;
The world gave wealth, and pleasure, and a friend,
Unmarred by envy, and whose heart was true.
But ere the sun reached midday, Love had failed.”
II.
Then from the depths, in bitterness she cried,
"Hell is on earth, and heaven is but a dream:
And humau life a troubled aimless stream;
And God Is nowhere. Would God so deride
A loving creature’s faith?” A voice replied,
“The stream flows onward to the Source Supreme;
Where things that ARE replace the things that SEEM;
And where the deeds of all past lives abide.
Once at thy door. Love languished and was spurned,
Who sorrow plants, must garner sorrow’s sheaf.
No prayers can change the seedling in the sod.
By thine own heart, Isive’s anguish must be learned.
Pasa on, and know, as one made wise by grief,
That in thyself dwells heaven and hell and God.”
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