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EDITORIAL RAGE
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday
By THE GEORO AN COMPANY
At 20 East Alahamw St. Atlanta, Ga.
Entered as second-class matter at postoffce at Atlanta, under act of March 3, 1*73
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Pure Milk Means Life, Impure
Milk Means Death
L
The milk supplied to Atlanta is in many instances unfit for
food. It is unfit to be fed to pigs, much less to human beings.
This is no idle statement. Proof of it may be seen every
where, by anybody who bas eyes to see.
You may see it in restaurants, where dirty-flngered waiters
hold a glass or a small pitcher over a can of milk while they fill
the glass or pitcher and allow the drippings from their filthy
hands to fall back into the can.
You may see the same thing at soda fountains, in drug stores
—in fact, everywhere milk is sold.
You know that the milk that comes into Atlanta, brought in
in large cans with inverted cover, is impure, for the instant the
cover is raised the dirt and filth from the can fall into the milk.
All this and more, too horrible to mention, you may see any
moment you please in Atlanta.
What you may not see, but which is true, nevertheless, is set
forth in The Constitution. That newspaper says:
Acoording to tests made at the Statehouse laboratories,
Fulton County dairies supplying the milk for restaurants,
soda fountains, milk depots and residences have been found,
It is alleged, to be in a condition bordering the hopeless.
Tubercular cows, open wells, in many cases being breed
ing places for fever germs, filthy cow stables and indescriba
ble sanitary conditions have been unearthed by inspectors of
the Agricultural Department, and in nineteen cases made
during the past sixty days, based on violations of the pure
food laws, each case has resulted in a heavy fine.
The Health authorities should at once put the milk supply of
Atlanta on a thoroughly pure basis, even if every milk dealer has
to be driven out of business.
And there is no reason why the most sanitary methods should
not be used, for the price paid by the consumer is higher in At
lanta than it ought to be, and much higher than guaranteed bot
tled milk is sold for in other cities.
Milk that is not sold in air-tight bottles, guaranteed by the
dairyman, is not fit to be used.
IMPURE MILK MEANS DEATH—PURE MILK
MEANS LIFE.
And there is no item in the whole supply of food that so
quickly becomes impure as milk, even if handled under the best
conditions.
There is the greatest need for an overhauling of all the
pure food laws of the city of Atlanta and the State of Georgia.
They are antiquated, and worthless.
As far as milk is concerned, it is pretty safe to say that any
milk sold from cans, and not in guaranteed bottles, is filthy and
unfit for human consumption.
Letters From the Readers of The Georgian
A MAN CAN EDUCATE HIM
SELF.
Editor Atlanta Georgian:
Dear Sir—I do not deulre to an
noy you, or to appear egotistical,
but your editorial, ‘Can a Man
Educate Himself in Two Hours a
Day?” interests me, for 1 am that
man. Your editorial is an auto
biography of myself. 1 had bet
ter advantages in youth than
most men. but I hated schools,
school-teachers and books.
Five years wan about all the
real schooling 1 received. I
worked at all sorts of things until,
at the age of thirty, 1 entered a
law office, and for thirty-two
years 1 have been a student. All
my acquired education I have got
myself since 1 was thirty. 1 have
picked up some Latin, French
and German—that is. to read. 1
have to keep all sorts of diction
aries and aids. 1 have studied
history, science, the Bible, all tho
great religions and anything and
everything. 1 am an omnivorous
and prodigious reader in every
field of knowledge. I want to
know. I have not been like our
present day school children; l
nave studied to know, and not to
pass an examination.
Our school system is had—it
teaches the pupil to study to pass,
and not to know. They do pass,
but they don't know 1 believe I
have unconsciously increased my
vocabulary several hundred per
cent over the average man. Some
of these men could do the same
thing; but the struggle nowadays
is not for existence, but it is a
struggle to suck all the pleasure
out of life at the expense of the
other fellow. 1 have cacoethes
scribendi,” so pardon this letter—
$t is purely personal. Yours
truly. A.
P. £.—This editorial of yours
Is one of the b*st you have ever
written; It is very educational.
South Georgia State Normal Col
lege, Valdosta, Ga., September
4. 1913
Editor Atlanta Georgian:
Dear Sir—I notice in your val
uable paper that you express a
very laudable desire to raise a
school fund for your State.
This U beginning at the wrong
sne of the matter.
What Is needed is a campaign
of education. If you will inves
tigate and publish facte and use
your «tbl ities to move the people,
you will soon have millions in
the treasury for schools, libra
ries. etc.
Georgia. especially this section
has unrivaled soil ana climate. I
am convinced from wide observa
tion that, taken every way, noth
in* hotter is to bo had in the
Union.
But the farming In most of the
Btata, and especially here, is a
tragedy to the educational and
progressive Internets of the State.
Millions of dollars are sent out
of the State every year for eggs,
chickens, peanuts, butter and
other articles which should be
raised and sold here by the thou
sand dol'urs' worth.
It is simply amazing to see the
farmers come to town here and
carry home rice, chicken and
horse feed, hog meat, eggs and
other articles for which the farm
Is Intended.
Really, the people In the city
limits raise more of these things
than the fanners do.
If you have a genuine desire
to see a little of Georgia's re
sources deveopled, to show the
world a little of what her sons
and daughters can do education
ally. begin u campaign of educa
tion along Industrial lines, and
especially In agriculture.
The hope of the Stale Is In the
young people. They are Its only
real wealth. Enlist their enthu
siasm, their strength, their vision,
their purity In the work of car
rying forward righteousness and
manifesting the glory of Georgia
Your paper can do it. ami no
greater work can be accomplish
ed by this or any paper
Th<g State, the nation, the
world rests on the teachers. They
must work through the youth of
the land.
Yours for the uplift of Georgia.
MRS. J. M OUILL1AMS
Box 615.
Office of Superintendent of Wa
ter and Light Department
City of Cedartown, Ga.,
tember 4, 1913.
Editor Atlanta Georgian:
1 note In to-day's Georgian
that the anti freeze hydrants are
endangering the health of your
citizens, and beg to advise that
In my experience find this to be
correct.
With the non-freezing hydrant
the water Is cut off from twelve
'to eighteen Inches below
ground line with drain
above the valve, though the wa
ter Is not entirely drained out of
the hydrant in a good many
cases, especially in leaky hy
drants. the water even rises to
the surtace of the ground, conse
quently the hydrant contains all
the Impurities absorbed by the
water from the yard, to say noth
ing of the water worms that can
enter the drain holes at anv time.
Of course, the hydrant will
clear Itself if allowed to run to
waste a little before using,
which, however, i* rarely done
We discontinued the installa
tion of tills hy drant several years
ego. and use instead a plain or
hoae-blb fatten, protected by a
stop and was'e” for freezing
weather. w, T. HARDY
Sep-
the
holes
The Atlanta Georgian
Friends for Twenty Years
THE HOME RARER
The man you see above was>a bright young fellow when his friendship with whiskey began. He
was industrious and ambitious. Look at him now. He is too shaky to work, even if he had the will; and
his only ambition is to get whiskey enough to sink him in frowsy oblivion. Whiskey’s a good friend,
isn’t it? It’s the kind of pal you’d like, isn’t it? Say good-bye to whiskey before you’re introduced to it,
for you’ve only got to stay with it to wind up in the gutter.
The Longest Procession
Think of it: but twelve feet apart, the child toilers of the United States would form a dreary line
from San Francisco to Boston and thence to New Orleans. Look at the fragment of this line pictured
above, and remember that almost 2.000.000 children, recruited from a hundred different occupations,
would form the living chain. How long shall America permit this vastest and -addest of processions to
take iu stumbling way into the jaws of the modern Minotaur, the factory that feeds upon young lives?
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Writes on
Nature Secrets
Our Maker Never Intended W<
Should Share the Secret of Se>
Control—It Would Be a Mis
fortune and Be Cause of Ines
timable Sorrow.
Written for The Atlanta Georgian
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
T HIS is an age of discoveries;
of the revealing of long hid
den truths: of the unveiling
of great secrets of Nature.
• Aud in the next ten years more
wonderful things than are dreamed
of now will be brought to light.
But there are secrets which the
Mighty Maker of this universe
never intended to share with the
masses of his creatures.
One of these secrets is the con
trolling of the sex of an unborn
child.
Periodically, some wise maq or
woman declares this secret has
been discovered; but invariably
the excitement which follows this
assertion dies out, as the method
proves to be a failure.
The following letter is evidenUy
from a sincere woman: one who
believes in herself. But it is one
thing to believe in yourself, and
quite another to be able to con
vince the world by demonstrating
your theories:
"I have discovered that mothers
can decide the sex of thlr un
born child.
‘‘If intelligent they can, accord
ing to my nature methods, be their
own judge of sex and bring forth
their desire.
Six Years Required to
Gain This Great
Knowledge.
“It is undoubtedly a wonderful
discovery and has taken me six
years to acquire the knowledge.
Borne parents have all satisfaction
In their offspring while others
have not.
“I am at present In humble cir
cumstances and a mother of three
children. Thanking J’ou in antici
pation and awaiting your reply, I
am yours respectfully,
“MRS. .T. HOOPER,
“177 Webster avenue, Yonkers,
N. Y.”
It would be the greatest mis
fortune which could befall thl»
world were every human being to
know how to control the choice of
sex of unborn children.
Within two generations woman
would become extinct, as 99 per
cent of the people would desire
sons, and after half a century the
world would be depopulated.
Without doubt, the very strong
desire of a mother whose mind is
capable of powerful concentration
can produce a son or daughter, aB
she may wish.
But, fortunately for the world,
such women are quite as likely to
wish for daughters as sons.
It would be the unthinking and
unreasoning rank and file of mlndi
which would want only males, and
this class of minds makes the
world.
(Copyright, 1913.)
It is far better for the earth
that such parents are not able to
choose the sex of their children.
It is more than probable that
the parents of Queen Victoria de
sired a son when she was boro;
and it is more than probable that
England was far better off under
the guidance of that good woman
than it would have been under a
King. It is probable that the par
ents of Jane Addams wished for
a son when she was born; but it
is doubtful if any son would have
done for humanity what she fs
doing.
No Man Accomplished
as Much for France
as Joan of Arc.
Perhaps the family of Joan of
Arc regretted bringing a girl into
life; but we have yet to find a
record of any peasant boy who did
for his country what ahe did for
Prance.
It is not well for us to know
these laws which govern sex.
We are not wise enough to use
them for the benefit of the race.
Neither should we know the day
or year of our passing out of this
body into other planes of exist
ence.
A few advanced souls, seers and
sages are permitted to know the
future; but to most of ub it is a
sealed book; and were it not we
would be less capable and worth
while citizens of this world than
we now are.
The young man who knew he
was to come Into a fortune at
forty would make small effort to
develop good business qualities
before that age: and the man who
knew he was to die at thirty would
lose heart in his endeavor to suc
ceed in any special achievement
Left without this knowledge, he
way attain to great heights before
he has reached the three decades
And by his use of all his facul
ties, in bis struggle for success, he
is better fitted to go on in higher
planes after he leave* the body.
Our Aim in Life Should
Be to Aid in Beautify-
ing the World.
Let God keep bis mo rets «t sea
and death, and let ua gt> oa male-
ing this world better and inora
beautiful for the use of men
women who come into the earth
plane for the purpose of perfecting
themselves for more advanced
realms. Let ut go on perfecting
ourselves.
Each man and each woman
needs the experience which ia
gained in that particular form.
And God knows better a boat
what sex form each unborn soul
needs than the parents know.
The Last of the Phalanx
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
T HE Battle of Pydna, fought
3,081 years ago, was doub
ly decisive—It ended the
Macedonian rule and completely
established that of Rome.
In 179 B. C., the Romans,
claiming that Perseus, ths King
of Macedon, had violated his
treaty with Rome, declared war
againat Macedon, and Boon the
legions were in motion. First
Crassus. then Hoetllius and then
Phllippus, were sent out. but
only to be in turn defeated by
Perseus. For three years the
Macedonian held Rome at bay,
and it began to look as though in
Perseus a second Hannibal had
come.
Finally Rome sent out her
great Emllius, with 40,000 of her
finest soldiers. Emllius met Per
seus at Pydna, and the tug of
war began.
Extending across the piuin in
solid ranks, bristling with the
long spears—a huge aiman wave
—the Macedonian Pialanx came
eweeping on and bearing down
upon the silent Romans. In vain
did the Romans try to stem the
wave. It would not be checked
“Face to the rear and retreat,’
shouted Emllius. The order was
obeyed, and with perfect disci
pline the men retired to the
broken ground beyond the plain.
After them followed the Mace
donians, until the hills were
reached, when their lines were
broken by the roughness of the
land. Seeing his opportunity,
Emllius ordered the trumpets to
sound, and instantly the legton-
aries faced about, rushed into the
gaps of the Phalanx with their
stout swords and put it to utter
rout. Twenty thousand lay dead
on the field and 11,000 were made
prisoners ont of a total force of
40,000.
The Legion had annihilated
the Phalanx The mighty mili
tary machine, with which Alex
ander the Great had conquered
the world was no more. It had
fought its last battle—and the
Empire of Alexander, established
by the victory over Darius, at
Arbela. 163 years before, passed
forever out of existenoe.