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EDITORIAL RAGE THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday By THE Oicniti; AN COM PA NT At 20 East A la ham < Hi Atlanta. (Jft. Entered ns second-elans matter at postoffice at Atlanta, under act of March 3. im.t Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier 10 cents u week By mail, $5.0u a year Payable In Advance. Pure Milk Means Life, Impure Milk Means Death 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 has eyes to see. You may see it in restaurants, where dirty-fingered 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: According 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 nfit for human consumption. Letters From the Readers of The Georgian AN CAN EDUCATE HIM SELF. > r Atlanta Georgian: Dear Sir -1 do n>»t deair© to an noy you, or to appear egotistical, Put your editorial, 'Can a Man Educate Himself in Two Hours a Day?” interests me, for I am that man. Your editorial .» an auto biography of myself. I had bet ter advantages In youth than most men. but 1 hated schools, school-teachers and books. Five years was 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 I have been a student. All my acquired education 1 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 the great religions and anything and everything. 1 am an omnivorous and prodigious reader in every field of knowledge. 1 want to know. I have not been like our present day school children; I 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 1 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 existen* e. but it is a struggle to suck all the pleasure out of life at the expense of the other fellow. I have ‘‘cacoethes scribendi.” so pardon this letter— it is purely personal. Yours truly, A. p. S.—This editorial of yours is one of the best 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- ’ ole paper that you express a v.ty laudable desire to raise a ? l'iooI fund for your State. ' is beginning at the wrong ‘•!n; of .he matter. Win’ i- needed is a campaign f education. If you will inves- : u’e and publish facts and use : .;r abl it e& to move the people, you will soon have millions In the treasury for schools, libra ries, et. Georgia, especially this section, has unrivaled soil and climate. I am convinced f»om wide observa tion that, taken every way, noth ing better Is to be had in the Union. But the farming in most of the State, and especially here, is a tragedy to the educational and progressive Interests of the State. Millions of dollars are sent out of the State every year for eggs, chickens, peanuts, butter and other articles which should he raised and sold here by the thou sand dollars’ worth. It is simply amazing to see the farmers come co 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 farmers do If you have a genuine desire to see a little of Georgia’s re sources deveopled, to show’ the world h little of what her sons and daughters can do education ally, begin a campaign of educa tion along industrial lines, and especially in agriculture. The hope of the State 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, and no greater work can he accomplish ed by this or any paper. The 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. OUILLIAM8. Box 615. Office of Superintendent of Wa ter and Light Department, City of Cedartown, Ga., Sep tember 4, 1913. Editor Atlanta Georgian: I 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 the ground line with drain holes 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 ri*es to the surface of the ground, conse quently the hydrant contains all the Impurities absorbed by the water from the yard, to sav noth ing of the water worms that can enter the drajn holes at any time. Of course, the hydrant will clear itself if allowed to run to waste a little before using, which, however. D rarely done. We discontinued the Installa tion of this hydrant several years and use instead a plain or hose-bib faucet, protected by a “stop and waste” for freezing weather. w. T HARDY. .'i\ tyt.’.t\ \ »'C%' '• s. y* vrfy; - v? .* wm&m- MBffl . ■ h j - * y'- */ 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 saddest of processions to take its stumbling way into the jaws of the modern Minotaur, the factory that feeds upon young lives? Our Maker Never Intended W< Should Share the Secret of Se> Control—It Would Be a Mis fortune and Be Cause of Ines tunable Sorrow. Written for The A.tlanta Georqian By Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Copyright, 1913.) T HIS is an age of discoveries; of the revealing of long hid den truths; of the unveiling of great secrets of Nature. And 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 man 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 evidently 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 thir 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. Some 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 you in antici pation and awaiting your reply, I am yours respectfully, “MRS. J. HOOP PH, “177 Webster avenue, Yonkers, N. Y.” It would be the greatest mis fortune which could befall this 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, as she may wish. But, fortunately for the world, such women are quite as Pkely to wish for daughters as sons. It would be the unthinking and unreasoning rank and file of minds which would want only males, and this class of minds makes the world. 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 born; 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 is 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 she did for France. 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 us 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 be 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 may attain to great heights before he has reached the three decades. And by his use of all his facul ties, in his struggle tor success, he is better fitted to go ou in higher planes after he leaves the body. Our Aim in Life Should Pe to Aid in Beautify ing the World. Let God keep his secrets of sex and death, and let us go on mak ing this world better and more beautiful for the use of men and women who come into the earth plane for the purpose of perfecting themselves for more advanced realms. Let us go on perfecting ourselves. Each man and each woman needs the experience which i| gained in that particular form. And God knows better ahon| 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 2,081 years ago, was doub ly decisive—It ended the Macedonian rule and completely established that of Rome. I In 179 B. C., the Romans, claiming that Perseus, the King of Macedon, had violated his treaty with Rome, declared war against Macedon, and soon the legions were in motion. First Crassus. then Hostilius and then Philippus, 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 pmilius, with 40,000 of her finest soldiers. Emilius met Per seus at Pydna, and the tug of war began. Extending across the plain in solid ranks, bristling with the long spears—a huge human wave —the Macedonian Phalanx came sweeping 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 Emilius. 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, Emilius ordered the trumpets to sound, and instantly the legion 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 out 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 existence. The Longest Procession 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 At r i' n-IE HOME RARER TA GeOaGIAN friends for Twenty Years Ella Wheeler Wilcox — Writes on Nature Secrets