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THE HOME RARER EDITORIAL- RAGE The Atlanta Georgian THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Bscspt Bunday By THK GEORGIAN COMPANY At 20 East Alabama Hf Atlanta. Oa. Entered aa Mcond-class matter at po»t*>fflc« at Atlanta, under act of March 1, 1* Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier 10 cent* a week By mall, $5.00 a year Payable In Advance. We Kill Children with Impure Milk---And Starve Them with No Milk. That Is Wor- Than Bring a "Kid” Seethed in His Mother's Milk. \iucky Axe the Kids Born of Goats. See the u>i>er picture on this page. It is intended to call your attention to tne fa tt that in these blessed days of pure food laws and civilization tens of thousands of children are still killed every year by bad milk. And other thousands are killed because they haven’t got ENOUGH milk of any kind. When you read the very interesting part of Exodus, telling how Moses ‘ ‘ was there with the Lord forty days and forty nights; he did neither eat bread, nor drink water,” recounting all the fine promises that the Lord made to Moses and the instructions that He gave him, you wish that we might have another Moses and another interview lasting forty days and forty nights, to issue laws and orders in our day. That ancient day was a bad day for everybody whose name ended in ”lte,” as we learn in Verse 2, Chapter 34: “Behold, I drive out before thee the Amorite, and the Ca- naanlte, and the Hittlte, and the Perizzite, and the Hivite, and the Jebusite.” Wonderful things, as a favor to Moses, the Lord did to those whose name ended in "ite.” We would that He might come back and delight modern Moses by treating with similar severity the modern American business man whose money-making schemes begin and end with the poisoning of children and their elders with bad food. The school children of a few big cities, according to newly compiled figures, in their morning and noon reoess, hand to food peddlers one hundred and fifty-six millions of pennies—and what they get in exchange is largely poison. They get “chocolate” which is a kind of earth dug up in Turkey and flavored with chocolate extract. They get pickles dipped in aold that would eat a hole in a piece of cloth. They get abominable sausages, made of Heaven knows what; they get “ice cream cones” that, according to investiga tion, and PROOF, are made up of imitation milk and cream as regards the ice cream, and made up of sawdust and other refuse as regards the “cone.” You mustn't “seethe a ldd in his mother’s milk" unless you want to lose the good opinion of Moses, and of the Lord who talked to him for forty days and forty nights without stopping. But in this country you can poison a child with bad milk, or with chocolate made of dirt, or food made of sawdust, and you can retire rich and live respected. There is no better reading for the thoughtful man interested the development of human intelligence, and its striving for e solution of the infinite, than that thirty-fourth chapter of odus. First, man must bring to the temple, to the Lord’s house, e first born of every animal on the farm. For it was written: ’’All that openeth the matrix is mine, and every firstling among thy cattle, whether ox or sheep, that is male. ‘ ‘ But the firstling of an ass thou shalt redeem with a lamb; and if thou redeem him not, then shalt thou break his neck.” The first born of an ass, as you will observe, was not to be taken to the religious gentlemen, but instead of the young ass a lamb. If the young ass—colt—was not “redeemed,” its neck must be broken so that the sinful owner should not profit by his failure to redeem it. We are sorry to say that long ago there were some wicked enough to suggest that the religious brethren took a lamb instead of a young ass because the lamb was good to eat—the ass wasn't. And as the brethren did not work, they did not need an ass for labor. As to that, we can only say, in the quaint reverent language of the wise Voltaire: “Quand a nous nous ne questionnons pas, mais adorons.” And let us not be too proud of our superiority to the simple- minded brethren of old who took their firstlings as sacrifices— substituting a lamb for an inedible ass colt. Let us remember that tens of thousands of human “kids” are sacrificed every year to ignorance and dishonesty, and other hundreds of thousands sacrificed in mills and mines and sweat shops. A few of us have achieved comfort, automobiles, millions and luxury. But for the body of humanity we have not pro gressed so far beyond the days of Moses, four thousand years ago, when the wisest of his day wrote down food and health laws, after talking forty days and nights to the author of all wisdom. Women and Ugly Men What chance has a homely man to win a prize in the baf fling game of matrimony? A good one—in Berlin—where Fraulein Derben has just organized “The League Against Eeauty." The members—all pretty girls, of course—have pledged themselves to marry only ugly men, on the theory that handsome mates are unreliable. The moods of My Lady Fair these days are oftener grave ilian gay, but love will continue to be "blind." The fat, cerise- whiskered, or baldheaded rival of Apollo Belvedere at last is to have an even break, a fair start and no favors, but the same old v/inners will forge ahead just the same in this new race of hearts. Dan Cupid may throw away his goggles and get a telescope, but he won’t find a really ugly man in the whole German Empire. None will admit it, and always for each fraulein will there be one gallant Teuton of whom she may say: “S aught it the squire when the king is nigh; Withdrawn the star when dawns the Sun's brave tight." Wise provision of Dame Nature, who puts rose-colored glasses on the noses of suitors and sweethearts. She garbs the poorest garden flower in the raiment <jt a queen and hides un- couthness in the new-found joy of home felicity. “Thou Shalt Not Seethe a Kid in His Mother’s Milk” —Exodus, 34:26. That text, of course, refers to the children of GOATS, not the children of men. Tens of thousands of our human children would be luckier if they were goa t “kids,” and protected by SOME law. (See editorial). s Questions in Science By EDGAR LUCIEN LARKIN. |g The Other Woman By WINIFRED BLACK. ry>HE man seems to be a scoun- 1 drel, and the two women who are fighting to save him from the consequences of his own acts—what are they? The wife seems to be either an angel or a fool, and the “Other Woman” seems to be both a fool and something very, very far In deed from an angel. What a strange case It is! Have you read It? The “White Slave” case out In San Francisco. The man ran away with a young girl, brought her to misery and disgrace—and now the wife is trying to shield him; though he testified the other day on the witness stand that he had brought the girl to his own home while his wife was away, and that they had laughed together over the way they “were fooling the wife.” Fooling the wife! Poor fools, they were fooling themselves, ty ing a noose very carefully and then running just as fast as they could, and putting their silly heads Into tt. And when the noose tightened and tightened, what did they do, the blind creatures, but stand on tiptoe and give the rope just a lit tle stronger hold on them—all the time laughing and winking at each other to think how they were fool ing a good woman by strangling themselves What a strange attitude we do take In looking at these affairs. The wife Is the only one In that case who comes out ahead—as the wife does in most such cases. Why not? She Is doing nothing wrong —why shouldn't she be happy? If her husband is knave enough to laugh at her he simply shows what a fatuous fool he is, for sooner or later, sooner or later, the laugh will be turned on him and the “Other Woman.” It always Is— it never falls—and then the wife comes Into her own. Sometimes when I see an affair like that going on 1 am sorry for the wife—just a little sorry. Just as I am sorry * 1 for a poor, little, helpless child who Is going to the dentist's to get a bad tooth out. “It won't last, the pain,” I al ways say to the child. And I al ways want to say to the woman: "It won’t last—the tooth ts bad. Get It out and be done with it.” Some day I meet the wife and she Is serene and calm and cared for and respected and admired. She has her solid position In the world—no one can take that away from her. She has the respect of her husband, the admiration of his friends. “How has she stood him so long?” they think. She has the love of her own friends, while the other woman, the poor, foolish, silly, short-sighted “Other Woman” —what in the world is to become of her? She Is not always young, not always charming, not always irresistible. The ancient enemy whets his Inexorable scythe for her the same as he whets It for the wife. And when her looks are gone, her fas cination faded, what Is there left for the 'Other Woman”? Nothing, and the least of noth ing. Home, children, friends, com fort, the companionship of a man who knows her to be a good woman and respects her for that at least— not for her, not for her—poor, poor, silly “Other Woman." What a price she pays for her silly, lit tle, short-lived "triumph." Q —I take It for granted that the earth is an enormoua armature rotating In a magnetic field We know that heat Is produced In a solid arma ture by eddy currents. Would not these he developed In the earth and generate heat, steam and cause volcanoes? A.—The earth Is a huge arma ture rotating at high speed In the sun’s magnetic field. Masses of metal and metallic ores In the earth actually cut lines of mag netic force extending from the am. and this can not be done without generating heat and electricity. Mathematics proves that the materials In a cut-out sphere 1,000 miles In diameter, as the central region of the earth. are far heavier than any rocks in the surface layers The equations deduced by Newcomb would all be satisfied if tills central globe is as dense as gold or platinum. Therefore, beyond any doubt, huge masses of metal exist in the earth. —I can not see why the law of conservation of energy should be either waste or economy. A.—There Is neither waste nor economy. Energy Is as inde structible as matter. No trace of waste anywhere, no economy. Na ture does not use a fraction more than necessary, nor less The two words “waste" and “econo my" can not apply to the stupen dous cosmic law. ifce conservation of energy. “ —Kindly inform me If man will be able by use of * electricity to transport himself to another planet? A.—I have published every where during 36 years that the mind of man Is illimitable. This related to the present almost in conceivable mind power In recent mathematics Flight to planets seems to be beyond human pow er, but then he may “do any thing.” —Is the force of attraction of a heavenly body pro portioned to its weight, volume or composition? A.—To neither. But to mass or quantity of matter stored in the body. THE SEASONS’ VAUDEVILLE Two More Acts and the Bill Is Ended. (Copyright. IhU. br AmerlFan-Journal-Examiner.I A CROSS ibe footlights Summer leans And lightly curtsies to the throng. While Autumn waits behind the scenes To sing her sad yet tender song. T HEN bluff old Winter’s bells will chime To entertain the wondering towa With goodly ch*er tifl Father Time Shall ring the old year’s curtain down. Parents to Blame for Dearth of Perfect Babies Average Couple En ter Matrimony w ith Seriousness Akin to Going to a Vaude ville Show—From the Moment the Vows Are Spoken, Husband and Wib Should Live,Sleep, Dream of the First Baby. By MRS G. \ Daughter-in-law of John Tyler, T HE reason there are so few perfect babies In the world is that nine times out of ten the baby is an accident and not a planned and thought out re sult. The average person goes Into marriage with about as much se riousness as he goes to a vaude ville entertainment. It Is the open door to excitement and pleasure, oftener than not the baby regarded as the legitimate price of the per formance. In reality mdrrlage, at Its best or worst, Is a serious affair, and this Is soon found out. Marriage Is the sentence of nature upon youth’s frivolities. * It means the breaking of sacred ties, adjustment to new conditions. To the normal young girl It is bound to be a rude shock. Sepa rate the newly wedded girl from the Idea of the baby, and It strikes you with terror. The baby is the beneficent provision of nature to mitigate its ruthlessness. And yet, as a rule, the baby Is the smallest consideration. The dress, the house, the bridal presents, the honeymoon trip, all take precedence, while the one sb- sorbing thought, In and around, about and above all these things should be the baby. Concentrated Thought Is the Greatest Aid to Perfect Eaby. That thought alone transcends adjustments, practicalities and In nocence annihilated. Whether it be palace or hovel, one Idea should glorify It for the newly wedded pair—the baby. How can one secure a perfect baby? There Is but one way. Air, food, nursing, etc., are all sec ondary. It is THOUGHT! From the moment her mate Is selected the girl should think baby. From the moment the marriage vows are spoken both the young husband and the young wife should talk, live, eat, sleep and dream baby. And their dreams should be of the most beautiful, the most won derful baby the world has yet seen. The young husband should picture the contemplated baby to the young wife a thousand times In a thousand new ways, thus enchant ing her Imagination. Every time he folds her In his arms he should breathe the thought in her ears; every time she looks upon him she should think of him as concerned in this wonder. He It Is who will present her with this marvelous gift out of the Invisible! The thought of its eyes, Its lit tle hands, its tiny feet with perfect little toes, the crease around the fat wrist, the little pink back, the silky hair on a little strange head, ERE TYLER, President of the United States. the likeness to him. their combined likeness, must hold her spellbound, so that she can not sleep for the loss of such visions. The newly-wed girl or the ex pectant mother should see nothing In a shop but baby clothes—the little wraps, the pink socks, the hood, the sleeping garments, and as many as possible of these things she should make herself. And he should see her making them! See her forgetting him In the wonder they are creating and are to joint ly behold. Nothing Should Satisfy a Girl if Bought at Sac rifice of Baby. Neither the marvels of a great city, to which he might take her. nor fame, nor wealth, nor position, should be worth the effort to call the words to the newly-wed girl If the baby Is left out Nothing should satisfy the girl-heart If bought at the sacrifice of the baby. And a girl can always tell whether the man who pursues her Is really her mate For the man who, with all his other bestowals, does not promise the baby and his protec tion of It, Is the wrong man. Every girl can know the wrong man by this test. Is he offering to put me In a position where I can hold, my baby In my arms? If such is the case, and the girl Is putting her thoughts forward for this precious gift, a perfect baby will be realized. I believe that the baby dream is inherent In every woman. I be lieve that the thought has filled the brain at some time or another of every normal girl born upon this earth. I believe that it flits in the mind of the chorus girl with the foot lights In her eyes; of the jaded stenographer, bent upon the path of independence; of the shop girl when the purchaser takes from her hands the Infant wardrobe; of the childless actress, whose life has been spent In receiving plaud its of the multitude; of the pflma donna, loaded with diamonds and whose slightest word Is a force. A Great Many Things Tend to Shatter Dreams of a Baby. Many things tend to shatter these dreams. Man's brutality, woman’s vanity, poverty, the ne cessity to labor—a thousand things, but the fragments are guarded In every woman’s heart. Every human being born Into this world Is a materialized thought, that humanity may sea and learn from. The baby! The baby! The baby! It’s all In the THOUGHT. Without thought ex altation and dally, hourly Interest In Its completion, the perfect baby can not be produced. St. Quentin By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY. T HE crowning victory of the Spaniards and English over the French at St. Quentin, three hundred and fifty-six years ago, led to the erection of the “eighth wonder" of the world— the celebrated Escurtal, the palace and the tomb of the sovereigns of Spain. St. Quentin was fought on the day of St. Lawrence, and Philip the Second vowed. Just as the battle began, that if successful, he would rear a befitting memo rial of the victory- He kept his word, and In 1563 began the con struction of the mighty pile w-hlch was to remain for ages a perfect rescript of his gloomy and mis erable mind. The Escurlal stands 27 miles to the northwest of Madrid, In the midst of a region sterile and des olate, swept by the blighting blasts of the Sierras. The building of the Escurtal took up the better part of 24 years, and cost $50,000,000. The pile comprises, besides the pal ace, a monartery, library, museum, church and mausoleum for the tombs of the Spanish kings. It is built in the form of a grid iron, and we are Informed that the total length of all Its rooms and apartments aggregates 111 miles. Its shape originated from ths tradition that St Lawrence, In whose honor It was erected, had met his martyrdom upon a hugs gridiron, whereupon he was roast ed to death. The idea was naturally popular with Philip the Second, he himself being the greatest roaster of good men of whom we have any knowledge. The Escurlal, during the three centuries and a half of Its ex istence, has had many mishaps. In 1671 a great fire raged within It for fifteen days, and only the church, a part of the palace, and a couple of towers remained un injured. In 1808 Napoleon's sol diers played havoc with It. In th« year 1872 It was struck by UghU rung.