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W>.U>I .6.. ■ m.jmmHluu. lew.»w I^SSB^a^r^amr-alI ,ITU,Tlom ° 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 subscription Price—Delivered by carrier 10 cents a week By mall, $5.00 a year Payable in Advance. 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.