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The Atlanta Georgian
THE HOME RARER
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
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Flying Train, Earth and
River—
And the Human Tree, Dead at the Top.
• • rVfpjrrlflit. lfrlt, hr Star OnmpriiT
Thf wide river is a dull, metallic blue The low hill* on the
western shore, black. The higher hills, rising above them, farther
hack, are bine like the river. The sky la dull yellow where the
sun ha* vanished and pale blue above. A few copper-colored
clouds drift close to the earth on the horison. Overhead the sky
is bright blue, and in the middle the young moon, bright silver,
Is shining.
The train rushes onward, following the earth’s round surface.
That earth rolls through space, turning on its axis a thousand
miles in an hour, going around the sun in a spiral journey of more
than five hundred million miles every year.
The sun, in his turn, at frightful speed flies toward the great
star Vega, taking with him his planets and their moons and the
tiny beings that cling to the planets.
Rushing train, whirling earth, snn flying through infinite
space, and, for aught we know, that which call the universe,
Milky Way, double and triple stars and nebulae, all are traveling,
all on some mysterious Journey.
As you look the blue sky changes to black and thi hills and
mountains grow black as the last faint tinge of the sun’s yellow
fades from the horteon’s edge. The water becomes black, like the
sky, the trees are flying shadows, the earth loses color, as old age
loses color and life, and night settles down.
What a wonderful panorama is the change from day to night!
The big light of the sun goes out and a million little lights aro
visible because the great light has gone.
There are ten thousand changes in color and beauty—small,
black islands in the water, round, high mountains, bare trees that
look like spider webs, old houses as lonely as the memoirs of the
dead inhabitants. And there is the marvel of motion and speed !
the earth turning toward the ea«t, the train flying toward the west,
the great river flowing to the ocean, the earth in its little annua)
journey of five hundred million miles and the sun in a pilgrimage
that passes the comprehension of man I
How long might finite intelligence contemplate the wonders
revealed in one single hour!
While all the oolors of the earth and the sun change to black,
in one compartment of the train sits a prosperous woman, gray
aired, and in another oompartment a prosperous man of middle
age.
H&ch sits at a table, with cards spread out upon it.
One turns over three oards at a time, looks at the third, puts
them down, turns over three more, looks at the third, pnts them
down, and so on for hours.
The other turns over a card, puts a black knav e on a red
flueen. searches for a black eight upon which to plaoe a red seven,
and so on for hours.
Through all the changes from day to night, from blue sky,
blue water and moonlight to darkness—the woman and the man
play at “solitaire.”
Do you wonder that a thinking mind shonld neglect to look
at the wonders of the world that it will soon see no more? You
uyad not wonder.
Let the train stop and beside the track in the electric light at
die o-ossing you see a tree dead at the top.
And yon realise that human beings, like trees, die at the top.
The body lives on, but the life of the mind has stopped.
Letters From the Readers of The Georgian
ATLANTA’S NEEDS.
Editor The Georgian:
I wish to commend the article
written bv Mrs W. L. Peel on the
needs of Atlanta. We read so
much egotism In our daily papers
about the records we are continu
ally breaking that It becomes
nauseating and puts us In bad
form with our sister cities. Let
us wake up and the men in charge
of our civic afTairs make Atlanta
a city where life is worth living.
Our sanitary condition compares
very’ poorly w’lth other cities in
the South. Less blare of the horn
and do great things.
A GEORGIAN.
Atlanta, Go.
AN APPRECIATION.
Editor The Georgian
1 wish to thank you for your
commendable editorial entitled
"Let l T 8 Have Progress Coupled
With Prosperity." I take the lib
erty of addressing you, believing
that the stand you are taking
should receive all the encourage
ment possible, and I heartily in
dorse your every word and senti
ment regarding Mr Wilson’s acts
and policies. And I sincerely
hope you will continue to make
these acts and policies of Mr.
Wilson's the target of your pen,
to the end that the entire people
may be brought to realize the
power for harm we have now oc
cupying the seat of the mightv.
E. DAVIS.
STARS AND STRIPES
Doctors say Wisconsin law re
garding eugenic marriages will
necessitate tapping a prospective
bridegroom's spine and boring a
hole In his skull. Tut, tut; no
young man that’s really In love
would mind a little thing like that.
• • •
Pittsburg man seeks divorce
because wife frequently gives him
pork chops for dinner Predict a
rush to marry the lady If a de
cree Is gTanted.
• • •
The New Haven Railroad hasn’t
killed anybody lately, possibly be
cause its trains haven’t been run
ning on time.
• • *
Wright announces invention of
* stabilizer for airships. Great
fca’e for It if it can be attached
to persons going home late from
the lodge.
* • •
Highland Ming played on piano
during an operation affected the
patient as sn anesthetic. Never
affected us that way when played
after midnight In the next house.
• • •
England’s First Lord of the Ad
miralty proposes a naval holiday.
To show what is meant England
promptly launches the biggest,
fastest and most heavily armed
battleship afloat and gives it the
conciliatory name of “Tiger.”
• * •
Anyway.* the tariff has resulted
in r atable reductions in the price
of *T :ks and bonds.
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THE CRUISE OF THE “PIFFLE”
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VFoR IT.
“All hands double haul the spanker and ease off the jib boom guys! If it isn’t convenient to do that then
keelhaul the bowsprit! We’ve got to do something nautical once in a while!” As Admiral Juice, of the
peace ship “Piffle,” uttered this vigorous language he turned to welcome a distinguished-looking stranger
who had just come aboard. “Gentlemen,” pursued the Admiral, “let me present my friend, the Count of
Monte Cristo! He says when it comes to getting hold of wealth I’ve got him looking like a poached
egg! I will now call your attention to these interesting pictures showing how I was entertained at Lees
burg, Virginia! Notice the glad surprise of the entertainers when they got my bill for $350! I have here
a notice, which reads as follows: ‘The sporadic and discombobulous rumors of business depression which
have recently caused some uneasefulness are all bunk! The country is about to impinge upon an epoch of
the most flambacious and impeccable prosperity! Do you get me? W. W.”
At that moment the ship’s yodlers were heard putting over the following ringing chorus:
“When I get an invitation to deliver an oration—
Laee hoo, laee hoo—
Without any hesitation I demand remuneration—
Laee hoo!”
Suddenly, without the least warning, a frightful and nerve-racking shriek was—
(To be continued—pretty soon.)
An Advocate of Government Ownership.
DOROTHY DIX
Writes on
Why Some Men
Do Not Want to
Get Married-
Explanation by
One of Them.
Independent
Girls
By DOROTHY DIX
Y OU can’t 'have your cake
and eat it too in matri
mony any more than you
can anywhere else. Which is to
say that when a man marries a
woman because she posseeeee
some quality that fires his fancy
he can’t expect her to make a
star exhibition of Just the dia
metrically opposite qualities. Or
if he does expect It he gets dis
appointed, and there's trouble.
For example:
The other day I was talking to
a clever young fellow some 30
years old, and I asked him why
he didn’t get married. ’’Because,’’
he replied, ’’the girl that X fancy
Is a business woman who makes
as much money as I do, and X
don’t want to marry that kind of
a woman, because she would be
Independent of me.
"Why, do you know that a girl
who has got a good profession,
and who has made a good living
for herself before marriage,
won’t stand for a thing from her
husband? If he won't make her
what she considers a fair al
lowance, and give her the money
absolutely to spend as she thinks
fit, blngl she puts on her hat, and
goes out and gets back her old
Job. If he gets to running around
at night, and staying out with
the boys she reads the riot act
to him, and he’s either got to go
straight, or she goes. She won’t
even take any back talk from
him.
‘‘She doesn’t have to do the pa
tient wife act, and hand out for
giveness because her husband is
her meal ticket. That’s why wom
en In the past didn't get divorces
when their husbands were un
faithful to them, and neglected
them, and beat them, and cursed
them around the house.
"They had no money of their
own, and no way of making a liv
ing.
"She Just had to stout her
eyes and swallow any sort of a
pill of a husband, because of the
bread and butter he furnished,
but the woman who has got a
good trade she can turn her hand
to, and who can make as good or
a better living for herself than
her husband is furnishing her, is
mighty particular about how she
is treated.
No Bnrte.
"Now, I’m no brute, and I’ve
no desire or intention of ill-treat
ing my wife, but at the same time
I've got a natural maecullne de
sire to feel that my wife is de
pendent on me, and that she
looks up to me as a sort of di
vine providence, the source from
which all blessings flow, you
know.
"Of course, I know it’s my
vanity, but I’d like my wife to be
a timid, clinging vine proposi
tion that’s hanging on to my
sturdy oak strength and not an
other oak that’s just as strong as
I am, and casts a bigger shadow.
Also, I should like to feel that
when I got angry, and came
home cross, and be-damned
around the place that my wife
would go off and weep a little,
and then humbly ask me to for
give her for the things I had
done, instead of packing her grip
and going out to hunt for a boss
who would treat her as if she wae
a lady, and be careful of her
feelings.
' That's why I don’t get mar
ried. The girls are too darned
Independent. They can take care
of themselves, and they won’t
stand for any foolishness from a
husband. He's got to walk a
chalk line, or it’s Reno for theirs."
‘"Well,’’ I commented, "I don’t
see why that should keep you out
of the holy estate. There are
plenty of meek, spineless, little
girls hanging on the pareni
bough, Just waiting for some man
to come along and marry them,
and who would put up with any
kind of conduct In a husband to
get somebody to pay their bills
Why don’t you marry one of
them ?”
They Bore Him.
"Whew,’’ he replied, making a
wry face, "they bore me stiff, and
they disgust me by being para
sites, and the way they try to
work men for what they want,
instead of hustling out and earn
ing It for themselves. After all, a
man doesn’t like to think that
what he stands for to hlg wife is
merely a cash register.”
"What you want is the impos
sible, I said. "An Independent
woman who If meek.”
"Man has always wanted the
Impossible of woman," he re
turned -"a woman who was snow
and ice to all the world, but fire
to him. And now he’s added to it
another quality. He wants her
to be armour plate before mar
riage, and a feather bed after
ward.
"But mark my word,” he went
on, "the Independence of women,
and especially the financial inde
pendence of women Is the reason
there are ao many divorces now
adays, and there are going to be
more and more divorces until
men realize that they have got to
treat their wive* better, and be
fairer to them, in order to keep
friend wife on her Job, and satis
fied with It.
'Tve been frank and told what
few men even acknowledge t»
themselves and that la that a
man’s real ideal of a perfect wife
is an Intelligent slave. He want!
her to feel that she Is absolutely
dependent on him. That's why
the ordinary man won’t give his
wife an allowance. He isn't
stingy. He wants her to have the
money, but It tickles his vanity
to have her come and humbly
Importune him for every cent.
"Is the woman who has been in
the habit of having a fat pay en -
velope handed out to her every
week, and no questions asked, for
doing about half the work she
has done in the home, going to
stand for panhandling her hu*
band for every eentT I trow not.
and husband has got to come
across with the allowance in the
future, or else wife will go back
to her typewriter, or counter.
"Also a man has felt that ha
had a right to be about ten times
as disagreeable to his wife as ha
would dare to be to anybody else,
and wife has stood it because she
had nowhere else to go, except
back home where she wasn’t
wanted. But that halcyon day is
also gone, for wife is demanding
that she shall be treated in her
own home, by her own husband,
with as much respect and cour
tesy as she has been accustomed
to receiving In the business office
where she worked.
"That’s why I don't marry. The
Independent, clear-eyed, bright
and snappy business girl has
spoilt me for any other sort of
girl, and I’m not good enough for
her. I’ve got so mnoh of old
Adam cave-dweller In me that
she’d divorce me, sura”
s ANTIQUES of
BY CONSTANCE CLARKE
/
U P In the attic under the eaves
Pattering rain drops rustling leaves.
Tell where the little old trunk stands.
Hidden away by ghostly hands.
Treasures dear neath the lid closed down.
Gloves and a brocade evening gown:
Slippers small and a cap of laee,
A miniature of a dimpled face.
And underneath all, a cameo
Cracked down Its length of rose and snow
Dreams of the past come floating wide.
Hiding the misty world outside:
Hushing the rush of whispering leaves,
Dulling the rain on the attic eaves.
Dear little maid of long ago.
Did you break your heart with your cameo,
And hide it away that none might know,
i Ed Fbere tfcg attic gays; iu$ iosrj