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EDITORIAL RAGE The Atlanta Georgian THE HOME RARER
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
PubllshM by THE GEORGIAN COMPANY
At 20 Kant Alabama St. Atlanta, Ga
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rate* on application.
Flying Train. Earth and
River—
And the Human Tr*e, Dead a* the Top.
CVpTMf^rt, 1913, hr War Oompuy
The wide river is a dull, metallic blue. The low hills on the
western shore, black. The higher hills, rising above them, farther
back, are blue like the river. The sky is dull yellow where the
sun has vanished and pale blue above. A few copper colored
clouds drift close to the earth on the horizon. 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, sun flying through infinite
space, and, for aught we know, that which w e 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 tl.c hills and
mountains grow black as the last faint tinge of the sun’s yellow
fades from the horizon’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 are
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 east, the train flying toward the west
the great river flowing to the ocean, the earth in its little annual
journey of five hundred million miles and the sun in a pilgrimage
that passes the comprehension of man!
How long might finite intelligence contemplate the wonders
revealed in one single hour!
While all the colors of the earth and the sun change to black, I
in one compartment of the train sits a prosperous woman, gray I
aired, and in another oompartment a prosperous man of middle
age.
Each sits at a table, with cards spread out upon it.
One turns over three cards at a time, looks at the third, puts
them down, turns over three more, looks at the third, puts them
down, and so on for hours.
The other turns over a card, puts a black knav e on a red
queen, searches for a black eight upon which to place 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 should neglect to look
at the wonders of the world that it will soon see no more? You
need not wonder.
Let the train stop and beside the track in the electric light at
he crossing you see a tree dead at the top.
And you realize that human beings, like trees, die at the top
The body lives on, but the life of the mind has stopped.
THE CRUISE OF THE “PIFFLE”
Orpyright, 1913. International N>vra Ferric*.
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“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.)
DOROTHY DIX
An Advocate of Government Ownership.
Letters From the Readers of The Georgian
ATLANTA'S NEEDS.
Editor The Georgian:
I wish to commend the article
written by Mrs. \Y. L. Peel on the
needs of Atlanta We read so
muc h egotism in our daily papers
about the records we are continu
ally breaking that it becomes
nauseating and puts hr In bad
form with our sister cities. Let
us wake up and the men in charge
of our civic affairs make Atlanta
a city where Ufe is worth living.
Our sanitary condition compares
very poorly with other cities in
the South. Less blare of the horn
and do great things.
A GEORGIAN
Atlanta, Ga.
AN APPRECIATION.
Editor The Georgian:
T wish to thank you for your
commendable editorial entitled
“Let Us Have Progress Coupled
With Prosperity.'* 1 take the lib
erty of addressing you. believing
that the stand you are taking
should receive all the encourage
ment possible and 1 heartily in
dorse your ♦ very word and senti
ment regarding Mr. Wilson's acts
and policies. And 1 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
ma\ 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 granted.
• • *
The New Haven Railroad hasn't
killed anybody lately, possibly be-
' ause ,t«* trains haven’t been run
ning on time.
* * *
^ right announce® invention of
9 stabic./.er for airships. Grea:
*ale for it if it can be attached
to persons going home late from
the lodge.
Highland Fling played on piano
during an operation affected the
patient as an 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 ami most heavily armed
battleship afloat and gives it the
conciliatory name of “Tiger “
m 0 m
Anyway, th® tariff has resulted
in notable reductions in the price
of stocks and bonds.
Writes on
Independent
Girls
Why Some Men
Do Not Want to
Get Married-
Explanation by
One of Them.
By DOROTHY DIX.
-x rOU can’t have your cake
J 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 possesses
some quality that fires his fancy
he can’A 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 I fancy
is a business woman who makes
as much money as I do, and I
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, bing! 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 |j*om
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 shut 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 Brute.
"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 masculine de
sire to feel that my wife is de
pendent on me, and that she
looks up to me as sort of di
vine providence, the ^ource from
which all blessings flow, you
know.
“Of course, I know it’s my
vanity, btft 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 was
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 parent
bough, just waiting for some man
to come along and marry therm,
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 his wife is
merely a cash register."
"What you want is the impos
sible," I said. "An independent
woman who meek.**
“Man has always wanted the
Impossible of woman,” ho 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 so many divorces now
adays, and there are going to be
more and more divorces until
men realize that they have got to
treat their wives better, and be
fairer to them, in order to keep
friend wife on her job, and satis
fied with it.
“I’ve been frank and told what
few men even acknowledge to
themselves and that is that a
man’s real ideal of a perfect wife
is an intelligent -slave. He wants
her to feel that she is absolutely
dependent on him. That's why
he 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 w’ork she
has done in the home, going to
stand for panhandling her hus
band for every cent? 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 he
had a right to be about ten times
as disagreeable to his wife as he
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 much of old
Adam cave-dweller in
she’d divorce me, sure.”
v
that
.jt ANTIQUES ^
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 lace,
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,
Lp where the attic eaves hang low2