Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, December 08, 1913, Image 12

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; i \ EDITORIAL RAGE T'HE Atlanta Georgian the home paper THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published by THE GEORGIAN COMPANY At 20 Fast Alabama St... Atlanta, O a Entered as second-class matter at postofflre at Atlanta, under act of March 5, 187S HFARST'S SUNDAY AMERICAN and THE ATLAN TA GEORGIAN will be mailed to subscribers anywhere In the United States. Canada .rid Mexico, one month for $.60, three months for 11.76: change of address made aa often as desired Foreign subscription rates on nppllcatio “Futurists” Ion. Other Pictures Have Other . Thoughts. Show Thfjf to Your Children, Explain Them. Encourage the Children to Think and I alk About Them. ™^ oprrMjht, 1918, International Sawn Service. Here is another lesson in writing and thinking. Each of these pictures has its meaning for those that think Thinking is the important WORK of our age. Thinking needs practise like any other work. The best way to practise thinking is to concentrate your mind on the subject and then WRITE OUT your thoughts in their order, simply, plainly. The first process teaches you to think, which is important. The process of writing your thought teaches you to EXPRESS THOUGHT, which is just as important as thinking, since the thought NOT EXPRESSED does no good to the world. These small pictures, with a few words under each, are offered as thinking lessons to our readers. Q V' / i THIS (URL WORKS IN A ( THIS IS THE SON OF THE FACTORY. BOSS SHE WORKS FOR. The worst thing that you can say about this picture is THAT IT IS TRUE The father of the man with the bulldog, the factory owner, ! is proud of the care that he gives his children and the provision that he will make for them. The Government in which he lives permits him to take hun dreds of other men’s children and grind them up into dividends— TO BUY FOR HIS BOY THE FUR COLLAR AND THE THOU- SAND-DOLLAR BULLDOG. If women could vote to protect their own children this might be changed. / N V~v A p? Why Not Courting in the Kitchen? By WINIFRED BLACK Ier^*a T HE white housemaids of Cleveland, Ohio, have formed a union-, and they are greatly exercised over the question, “Shall we or shall we not consent to receive our gentle men friends In the kitchen?” Good for the Housemaids’ Un ion—I believe In it. Better hours, better pay, better sleeping rooms —I hope the housemaids will get all these things. Why not? But about this kitchen busi ness. Pause a moment, dear madame President of the House maids’ Union. What is the mat ter with the kitchen? Is there something disgraceful about it? pray tell! And if so, when did Its disgraceful dishonor begin? Ugly? A good, wholesome, cleam bright, cheerful kitchen? Why, to my mind it’s the pret tiest room In the house. What’s ugly about a shining floor, and clean curtains, and a bright range, and rows of good cooking dishes? I’ve seen dozens of stiff little reception rooms, w r lth stiff little gilt chairs in them, and a stiff, berosled carpet on the floor, and a stiff gilt mirror on the solemn walls that weren’t half so pretty as a kitchen to my eyes. I don’t see anything disgraceful about a kitchen, unless it is dir ty. Seems to me if I could cook well enough to hold a good place I’d be proud of it, not ashamed, and, whisper, gentle maidens of the Housemaids’ Union, I never noticed any aversions to the kitchen on the part of any man I ever met. The average woman has to argue with her husband by day and by night to keep him from making some excuse to get out into the kitchen. Don’t send your young man away from the kitchen, gentle Hilda or sweet Eileen. Lead him right in and see how mild and tamable the sight of that shiny range and those rows of delect able spices will make him. If I had a young man who was a little slow in coming to the point of talking about the flat I’d never see him anywhere but in my kitchen, and I’d wear a good, big, clean, serviceable kitchen apron, when I saw him, too. © Baron Bunsen © Here*are men of the Stone Age, that lasted thousands of years, supposed to be looking at the creations of 1913. A picture like this does gobd because it makes us realize how far the human race has travelled from savagery and helplessness. THIS isNthe age of the day of miracles, and miracles not * Imaginary? HE TAKES A RISK ON RAIN HE TAKES A RISK ON THE AND SUN. i WALL STREET TICKER. You will hear men say “All of life is a gamble.’’ So it is. But this picture shows two kinds of gambling. One is the man who risks time and his earnest effort depending upon the action of the rain, sun and heat. The other is the gambler pure and simple, who takes his risk, DOES NO LABOR a gamble But the man who really works to PRO- l wmething will leave the world better than it was and add wcka T ^ e gambler who deals in money, cards, horse races, . aaos nothing, and CREATES NOTHING; he is worthless. I By REV. T. B. GREGORY F IFTY-THREE years ago, at Bohn, died Baron Bunsen, the pride of his country and one of the abiding orna ments of the human race. Christian Charles Bunsen was born at Corbach, ne of the smallest of the German princi palities, in the year 1791; and, though of humble origin, he worked his way up, by sheer force of genius and energy, to the highest social and intellec tual honor. A doctor of philosophy at 21, a master diplomatist at 28, and from that time on of necessity a man of the world and ever busy with all sorts of affairs, social and political, he found time to successfully prosecute many studies, and to add materially to the solid learning of mankind. A scholar of scholars, bejng in timately acquainted with He brew, Arabic, Persian and Norse, as well as with most of the European languages, he applied himself with the Old Crusader’s ardor to the task of informing himself regarding the facts of history, the a^e of the human raoe and of the earth, with the result that he vag able to make valuable and permanent contri butions to the sum of our knowl edge. His great work, "Egypt’s Place in Universal History," was a pi- ioneer in its line, and its conclu sions are sound to this day. Tak ing the ground that “from the known portion of the curve of history we may determine the whole,” he revolutionized our theory of the earth and man. and pushed back the beginnings a long distance. His discoveries of the text of Ignatius, and of the work of Bishop HIppolytus “On All the Heresies,” opened up radically new views on early church his tory, views which have not yet reached the full maturity of re sults. His work, “God in History,” is one of the most powerful books ever written; and those who have not read it have missed some of the best intellectual and moral pabulum to be found in libraries. But Bunsen was more than a historian, scientist and diplomat —he was a great political seer. He looked ahead and saw the po litical unity of Germany and Italy; and while as yet the fact was largely embryonic, he pre dicted the world-wide influence of the English-speaking portion of the children of men. Dying in his seventieth year, Baron Bunsen left behind him a spotless name, for his character was as flawless as his genius was brilliant. Questions Answered AMBULANCES. W. H. R.— Ambulances date from the closing years of the eighteenth century. Prior to that time surgical assistance did not reach the battlefield till the day after the engagement, or later, when, to a large proportion of the wounded, it was of no avail. About 1792 Larrey introduced the “flying field hospitals,” capable of moving from place to place with speed, like the "flying artil lery" of the time. Nobly assisted by Napoleon, Larrey brought his system to a fair degree of per fection. It was not until the great Civil War in the United States, however that the ambu lance system reached a thorough organization. Since then the sys tem has, of course, received many important improvements. THE AMERICAS. IT. P. C.—The area of North -America is 7.400,000 square miles; ^ SONG. £ By LILIAN LAUFERTY. I S ING for the joy of singing. With never a cause for song—- As birds are ever winging Through all the Summer long. And then, when Winter holds you. And winds are whistling shrill. When the ice-pack close enfolds yon— Why, be a-singing still! Live for the joy of living. With never a plea for ease— As life new life is giving To birds and flowers and trees. And so, when death shall claim you. Your spirit shall take wing. And men in thought shall name you As one who loved to sing. Emperor William forbids tan going. As always, makes peo ple dance to his own tune. * * * Ex-Minister Ma.ianey twice tried to take his life A trip to Mexico might help him out. Oh, yes, the tube skirts and the elaborate hair are well enough to catch his vagrant eye, but when you want to really enchain him give him a doughnut of your cooking, or a dozen cakes or so with raisins in them, and watch the caution and the reserve melt from his manner like snow in the spring sunshine. Ole isn't all for moonlight pic nics and moving picture shows, Hilda; he just acts that way to please you. What Ole really takes air interest in is a good fire on a cool evening, a comfy seat by it and something good to eat. By this necromancy shall you hold him captive, no matter what yellow-haired siren tries to steal his heart from you. South America, 6,500,000 square miles; the islands, 150,000 square miles; Greenland, 900,000; total, 14,950,000. The American Conti nent is four times the size of Eu rope about one-third larger than Africa, but somewhat less than Asia, while it is nearly five times the size of Australia. As to your question regarding the political future of this vast continent is is, of course, impos sible to be positive; but there is not much doubt that it will all ultimately come under control of the ideas that characterize the thinking of the people of the United States. ABSINTHE. E. E.—During the Algerian War of 1844-47 the French sol diers were induced to mix ab sinthe with their wine as a feb rifuge. On their return they brought with them the habit of drinking, which is now so wide ly disseminated in French so ciety. The symptoms in the case of the absinthe tippler commence with muscular quiverings and de crease of strength; the hair be gins to fall out; the face assumes a dejected look and the victim becomes emaciated, wrinkled and sallow. Lesion of the brain fol lows, horrible dreams and delu sions haunt the tippler, and grad ually paralysis takes him to the grave. You Can Make Oglethorpe University a Fact, But You Should Act NOW In spite of the splendid success of the committees at work on the Oglethorpe fund, the Inevitable pessimist has suggested that this is not an auspicious time to raise $250,000 in Atlanta. Here's the answer: Six years ago the assessed real estate values in Atlanta w r ere $59,000,000. At that time $265,000 was easily raised for a university project which did not mean as much to Atlanta as Oglethorpe is going to mean. To-day the assessed value of real estate in Atlanta is $173,000,- 000, three times as much as six years ago, and other wealth has increased in proportion. If Atlanta could raise a quar ter of a million dollars easily six years ago, she can easily afford that much, and more, to-day. And the strongest argument of all that this IS THE RIGHT TIME lies in the magnificent suo- cess that the committees are achieving with $50,000 in sight for the first week’s work, and the great mass of Atlanta's people not yet reached by the canvass. THE SUCCESS OF OGLE THORPE IS TO-DAT AN AS SURED FACT. The only thing you are individ ually called on to decide is whether or not you are going to contribute to that success. Shakespeare t By REV, C. he S 1 F. AKEI tage M ), D.D., LL anager D. M R. MANTELL’S ‘Macbeth” and "Hamlet" serve if remind us that while Shakespeare is the supreme, con summate poet of our race, he was, incidentally, a London thea ter manager who made a for tune. In the year that “Macbeth" was produced London was full of Scotchmen attracted by the ac cession of James VI, King of Scotland, to the English throne. He reigned as James I of Eng land. He was the son of Mary Queen of Scots, but he boasted little of his mother's ill-fated beauty. John Richard Green, the histo rian of the English people, seems to delight in a description of the repulsive appearance presented by this King with his “big head, goggle eyes, rickety legs and slobbering tongue.” The historian goes on to add details about his vulgar buffoon ery, his coarseness, his contemp tible cowardice. He was a drunk ard and a sot. He was suspect ed of vices compared with which drunkenness is a mere summer idyll. In the very year in which James became King of England Shakespeare wrote in "Hamlet," "There’s such divinity doth hedge a king.” But Scotchmen flock ed to London. The Sdotch burr was heard on a thousand tongues; Scotch dishes, Scotch dress, Scotch drinks became popular. Scotch fashions were in the air. Shakespeare was incapable of inventing a plot. He looked about him for good material for his plays, and then made the best of it. He found matter that he thought would work out well in a couple of volumes published near ly 30 years before—Ho I ills bed's “Chronicles of England, Scotland and Ireland.” It occurred to him that a Scotch play would stand a good chance of immediate suc cess. He found the story of Mac beth. Flattery of the goggle-eyed person upon the throne knew no measure, bound, or limit. The translators of the Bible dedicated their work to James and hailed his appearance as that of "the sun in his strength.” When he spoke at the Hampton Court Conference of Divines, Whitgift, Archbishop of. Canterbury, de clared that he had spoken by the special inspiration of God’s spirit. Bancroft, who was soon to be Archbishop, fell on his knees and cried out that there had been no such king since Christ’s time. The lawyers were not to be beat en by the preachers in falsehood and flattery; and so Coke, the Attorney General, extolled James as "divinely illumined by Al mighty God, and like unto an angel of God.” • • * Shakespeare must needs join, though more adroitly, in more subtle, ways, in this homage to the King. In Holinshed, Blanquo is an accomplice with Macbeth in the murder of Duncan. But this wounever do! Banquo was the reputed founder of the House of Stuart, of which James was the head. James is supposed to be a lineal descendant of him. And so in Shakespeare, Banquo becomes an admirable person, full of grace and dignity, a victim of Mac beth’s jealousy and fear. And more, the union of Scot land with England and Ireland seejned to the men of that day a very important matter, as indeed it was. And a line omitted by Mr. Mantel!, as having no sig nificance for American theater goers, preserves Shakespeare’s recognition of it along with his compliment to the King. When Macbeth sees Banquo’s descend ants, the line of them so long that he begins to think it will stretch out to the crack of doom, he exclaims, “And some I see that two-fold balls and treble scepters carry.” The two-fold ball refers to the double coronation of James, first at Scone as King of Scotland, second at Westminster as King of England. The treble scepter is that of England, Scot land and Ireland. The Aviator By MINNA IRVING. W HEN tne skies are clear and sunny, and the air is sweet as honey. Then I love to mount the azure and cavort around^ cloud. Sailing- over openft*paces, Qr a crowd of upturned faces. Makes me feel just like a seraph, of his harp and pinions proud. When the people hear me coming, with a humming and a drum ming, Every neck Is craned to watch me doing spirals up the sky. And when pulling off the whizzy, fizzy stunts that make you dizzy. I am always thinking, thinking of some newer trick to try. T HERE are times when looking downward, on the spires and steeples townward, Or the cruel crags and places scat tered thick with jagged stones. I can see an awful tangle, levers, rods and things that mangle. And the wires and wings all crum pled with a mess of blood ana bones. But there’s always gold to gather in the pleasant summer weather. And I’m happy when I’m racing for a mtfdal or a cup, And if anything gets twisted ana among the wrecks I’m listed Why just think of me still flying with the angels higher up. PUTTY: ] ~Ie Scares ’em Copyright. 1913, International News Service. SrEJiiZzft-- /