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Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1918-02-26
Every Americans Var.

The Columbus Ledger strikes a true and
timely note of patriotism when it says:
I'VE cannot afford to get the idea that
army and navy directed by those in au-
thority at Washington, going to put down
uncivized Germany for our protection and
future existence without our own aid and
cooperation here at home 1t is of the
greatest Importance that every citizen join
in the effort to whip the enemy. other
wise the enemy will crush u.s."
The army and navy and Government will be
stronger, more effective, no more victo-
rious that the loyalty of the people behind them.
National achievement is but the sum of indi-
vidual efforts. 1t is from the savings of the mil
lions of and and children who
buy Liberty bonds and Thrift stamps that the
vast tides of money needed to bear the cost
must flow. If they fail the Government fails,
and the who fight for us at the front will
go down in defeat for lack OF support at home.
Every one, moreover, who fails to buy as many
Thrift Stamps or War Savings certificates
Liberty bonds his means reinforced by wise
economy will permit is to that extent weaken
ing the Government and proving disloyal to the
army and navy.
1t is to the rank and file of the farmers that
the Nation looks for abundant food production,
and to the rank and file of housewives that it
looks for food conservation, without which the
for freedom cannot be won The farmer who
does not plant as large an acreage or 1000 crops
a he efficiently cultivate is a Stacker. The
housewife who does not do her best to prevent
food waste and to promote the Governments
wheat-saving and meat-saving campaign is taking
the means of subsistence from Allies, is max
ing the longer and more costly, is helping the
brutal Huns instead of soldiers. Danish
the thought that this is merely the Governments
the army's 1t is every Americans
war and every true American will do his patriotic
utmost.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1918-02-26
Shibbnfkdine Volunteers.

IF you in a detached position" advises
the Springfield. Massachusetts,, Republican, or
shift readily from occupation to the other,
roll in the Shipyard Volunteers Besides serving
their country in crucial need, these Volunteers
will enjoy marked benefits and privileges. From
the day they begin work they will receive a liberal
wage. Further, they will be placed on deferred
list in the draft and remain there long they
engaged in shipbuilding. Several thousand
Georgians have answered the Governments call
for Volunteers for this service, and the response
heartening But there is still an urgent need for
men-"not a stream of restless, apathetic shirk-
ers, flowing in at one gate and out at the other
with profit to themselves and less to their
country, but band of enthusiastic, earnest work
ers, eager to their country by building ships
rivalng one another to drive the most rivets until
victory in the crowns their efforts
There would be, of course wisdom use
in leaving the farm or any other field of produc-
ton that contributes directly to imperative war
needs. But who foot-loose in these as
we'll as in personal responsibilities and who wish
to be of vital aid in the prosecution of the war
cannot do better than enlist in the Shipyard Vol
unteers Not all who enroll will be called in
the immediate future indeed, several months may
pass before they all assigned to work But
the government needs to know on just whom and
just how many it can count; wherefore the
Importance of a prompt response.
The Nation must have more shipbuilders if it
is to produce enough tonnage to keep up its
Notwithstanding line Of communication with
its Allies and with it's army in France. Failure
in this would be as disastrous defeat at the
battle front. Let American manhood see to it
that the task is well and Loyalty done.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1918-02-26
WHEN HATE is HOLY
RV DIR. Frank Crane

There are two sides to everything, and the
Arabs say the opposite of every truth is also true
Charles Lamb amused himself, and u.s. by writ
ing the fallacy of certain popular proverbs
There can be hard and fast list Of virtues
snd their opposite vices" for morality abides in
the soul and not in the hands, and what is right
in one conjunction may be wrong in another.
Hence, though have more than once con,
demned hate, and look upon it as a wolfsh and
baneful passion, I recognize that there are times
when hate is a trait Of nobleness, circumstances
in which it is the proper reaction of clean mind
in the presence Of baseness, and cases where it
is the test of ones quality
Here, for instance, is young man of great
promise, clean limbed and clear soued, born
"hundredth man." But, by some spot of heredita-
ment, some dropped stitch of the fates that wove
his soul, he has weakness for alcohol He can
not drink as the Jovial one drinks. To him 1t is
a madness, a mania. When he takes one drink
he must take forty, and swirl into the very mael-
strom of intoxication. This, unchecked, will ruin
him, and break the hearts of all those who love
him. Now can | love him, and not hate the thing
that is plunging the blade of disgrace into his
reer? No. My prayers for God to bless him is
measured in its sincerity by my prayer that God
may damn that evil thing that threatens him with
disaster.
Can you say you love your daughter when you
do not hate the wretch who schemes to break her
life and her hopes with salt to amuse one loose
hour of his pervert soul?
Is not hate the proof of love- the shadow
proves the candle?
Is not hate of treason the yardstick Of patriot
ism?
Can there be kindness and mercy without hate
of cruelty justice without hate of fraud, cleanliness
without hate Of dirt truthfulness without hate of
lying. courage without hate of fear or love of God
without hate of the devil and all his works?
Hate is the cutting edge of love-
do not mean jealousy, envy nor offended ego
tism, but a sound. normal healthy vigorous, loath-
ing of what is vile and destructive.
Evil exists. faddism that sweetly ignores it
is almost septic evil itself. Evil is to be
hated expelled, rendered impOtent. You cannot ig
typhoid germs rattlesnakes. And you
not ignore a group of men and system of philos-
ophy that flower in murder rapne and bestialness.
in he nj
should indulge in the
hate of all
That brings holds in thrall
OF spirit flesh, free born ere God began,
The holy body and sacred soul of man.
And wheresoeVer curse is a chain,
throne for torment a crown for bane
Is, moulded out of poor mans molten pain,
There truly should mans heaviest hate be set
Inexorably, to faint not forget
Till the last warmth bleeds forth of the last vein
In flesh that shall call kings again"
-Swineburne's ThalassuS
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1918-02-26
Be a HELPER, Not a Yelber.

Deploring the churlish partisanship of those
critics of the administration who seem to be
doing their utmost to confirm the German opinion
that our Government is merely bufing, the Savan-
nah Press seasonably remarks: Just now it is
simply question of whether one cares to join the
helpers or the yelpers."
The rank and file of US know little nothing
of the technical matters involved in the censures
against the War Department The particular type
of gun best suited to expeditionary troops,
the relative advantage of manufacturing all their
ordnance in this country Of buying some of it in
England and France, the exact amount of tonnage
which should be allowed each soldier on the trans
Atlantic voyage-these and kindred questions are
for experts to answer. But most of us have gath
cred a definite and deepening impression that while
Secretary Baker speaks with full candor and with
full knowledge on points at issue, his critics seem
far more intent finding fault and begetting dis
trust than arriving at the truth Their crit
icism would be more convincing and certainly more
helpful If it less in the tone of personal
linus and political agitation.
However it may be with those, the great body
of the American people will find it far wiser and
more patriotic to be helpers than yelpers They
will find enough to do in saving food to sustain
Allies, in saving money to buy Thrift stamps and
Liberty bonds in aiding the Red Cross, the Y. NJ
c. A, the Y. w. c. A. and other agencies
OF war service. and in cheerfully meeting day
by day the problems and burdens which war condi-
tions impose. We need have anxiety that the
Government will suffer for lack of criticism; of
that, there will be always abundance, and some
of it will be just and serviceable But what is
most needed, after all, is whole-hearted, full-s-
newed. accomplishing cooperation for the winning
of the Don't kick against your Government
in what requires of you pull with It for victory
Don't yelp If you a friend of the Huns;
help like the loyal American you truly are.
The old song might be changed to IT'S
Long Way to Peace"
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1918-02-26
Georeia'S Meat Problem.

Those are significant and cheering figures
from the office of the State Veterinarian showing
that Georgia's imports of packing house products
in 1917 were some twenty-three million pounds
less than in the year preceding. The decrease
in imports means, of course, corresponding gain
in meat production within the State, for there is
no evidence to show or reason to believe that the
consumption of those staples fell off. If our
years increase in home-raised beef and pork
products were assembled in carloads of twenty
tons each they would fill five hundred and eighty
five or fifteen solid trains of thirtynine cars each
This represents a highly encouraging condition,
when it is remembered that just few years ago
Georgia was almost entirely dependent on distant
sources for her meat supply.
But to these figures the State Veterinarian, DR..
Peter Bahnsen, adds other calculations when
show strikingly what vast deal remains TO De
done before Georgia is anywhere near self-sus-
tanning ''It required" he says, -four hundred
and seventy solid trains of forty cars each to
bring us our meat imports in 1917; and remem-
ber that we paid the freight and every other cost
incidental to commercial distribution well
a good profit to the original producer Of the raw
product" Even if times normal and there
we're no patriotic obligations in the matter of
food production, it would behoove Georgia sim
ply as matter of financial self-interest to raise
this meat at home and keep the profits instead
of sending millions upon millions Of dollars into
PARKWAY regions. For dry salt meats alone, we
spent upwards of four and quarter million dol
lars outside of the State last year; every pound
of that meat could easily have been produced on
Georgia farms.
Now that the nations need for food staples
of all kinds is imperative and involves the out
come of the war, whether of victory or defeat,
it is of the utmost Importance that we become as
nearly as possible self-sustaining, and leave the
meat products of the West free for the army and
for expectation to our low-rationed Allies. We
are fast approaching the time, indeed, when Geor-
gia must raise her meat, or do without. En-
couraged by the good record of 1917, let every
farmer in the State strive for better and
serviceable results in the present year.
Stealing territory is one thing; holding it is
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Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1918-02-26

The old song might be changed to IT'S
Long Way to Peace"
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1918-02-26

Stealing territory is one thing; holding it is
quite another.
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publican. In truth, of course the democratic ideal
is the oldest in the world almost certainly older
than the autOcratic ideal or the aristoerate ideal
1t was not Gchiered to any perfection in antiquity
or in medieval society. Some are so audaeious as
to suggest that it is not achieved with any very
dazzling perfection now.
But the point which is worthy of consideration
is this that it would be much more interesting as
well as much more true to imagine guildsman Of
the fourteenth century, burgher of the six
teenth century, interested in the human problem
of democracy (as he was) than to conceive the for
crawling serf or the latter as brainless
bigot.
A Hint to Romance Writers.
1t would, for instance, be new field for the now
elist well the historian. What is the matter
with the modern historical romance is that it is not
sufficiently romantic because it is not sufficiently
historical 1t assumes men in the past to have had
merely wooden ideas, and therefore makes them
merely wooden characters Somebody who under
stood how intelligent their differences really were
would put fresh life into the historical novel; Not
only would the history be more historic, but the
novel would be very much more novel.
Fanatics or Apathetics2
The other example l should take is the fact that
Madame Duclaux has had the heroic common sense
to tell the truth about the Albigenses Most people
have been told about the persecution of the Abb
genses and the suferings of the Albgenses. How
many people know what Albgenses as distinct
from albinos, albatrOssesf Has any popular his
torian told rhdt was prosecuted; or what was
the faith for which these men sufferedf
1t was an intensely interesting faith, but one
rather likely to be prosecuted 1t was stark SUI
cdal murderous pessmism the view that life itself
is vile, and that working bearing children is vile
because it perpetuates life
1t is not religion rush to embrace; but it has
much more, meaning, and even more modern mean
ing than the vapd selfrighteousness of most here
ties in most historical novels.
And surely modern men would be more interested
in some tale about Provencal treubadour tor
mented by that very modern though very morbid
philosophy than they are in the stiff figure of the
Conscientious Director in the conventional histori
cal novel, something between an Early Christian
and very late COngregationalist.
For the old theologians were not fighting about
word, but about world. 1t is the only thing to
fight about G. K CHEsTERToN
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Beaux
BY Jorge Godoy.

The beau of the rain is the rainbow
Whose colors illumine the sky;
The beau of the light is the lightning
That frightens the clouds passing by.
The beau of the storm is the thunder
That seares US wherever we are;
The beau of the moon is the moonbeam
And Son, you're the beau of star.
The beau of little star know
That shines at night in a Broadway show.
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The Hidden Romance of History

Copyright. 1918. Al rights RESERVED.
I HAVE recently had the pleasure of looking
again at a very spirited and picturesque HIS
tory Of France, recently written by Madame Du-
claux, once Miss A. Mary F. Robinson, and pub
llshed by Mr. Fisher Irwin New York G. p. Put
nam S Sons $3.50. There is no poorer talk in all
criticism than the talk against picturesque history.
History is picturesque; and there is inaccuracy as
we'll as Incompetence in turning it from picture
into pattern.
There men who write learned histories, in
style both precise and prosaic which are laborous
both to write and read. But they do not do it be-
cause they cannot find picturesque Incidents; but
simply because they cannot draw pictures. They
take refuge in the easier exercise of drawing dia-
grams.
There is sort of nursery game or joke of draw
ing the figure of Henry VIII. entirely in straight
lines and the doctrnaires of the diagram school
of history seemed quite proud of proceeding by this
infantile method But the real figure Of Henry
Will did not consist entirely of straight lines Far
from it he consisted mostly of curves. And Hol-
ben version of him is superior to the nursery dia-
gram; for it contains not only more humanity but
more history.
History Is Not an Eden Musee.
prejudice and the truth in it is merely this: that
man shut up for month in room with nothing
but Holbeins picture might at last grow a little
tired of the magnificent personality of Henry VIII
In other wordsa the real mistake that is sometimes
made by romantic history is not in exaggeratng
the romance but rather in limiting it.
1t suggests that there are fewer romances than
there really By always staging the same wax
work groups it contrves to imply that nothing ever
happened except King John signing Magma
Charta Charles l. having his head cut off.
Doubtless, from time to time many a simple and
long suffering householder has suddenly thrown the
ink pot at the picture of The Meeting of wellington
and Blucher with no subtlety of historical criticism,
but in simple evaporation with it for hanging for
such a long time on the same wall But here is
precisely the exception that proves the rule, and
the argument that proves the point.
Who Threw the Ink-Pot?
Suppose there were suddenly substituted for it
another and more genuine picture of the meeting Of
WILMINGTON and Rlucher, in which Wellington was
represented as telling Butcher what he really
thought of him. l will not say, represented as
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hinging similar ink-pOt at him; for Wellington
social manners were generally less expansive But
If, in some such private interview, Wellington said
what we know he thought about the bestality of the
Prussian troops i'll France, it seems not altogether
improbable that it might have been Butcher who
threw the ink pot. Prussan self-cOntrol is some
what skin deep as we know now better than we did
then.
But the point for those who dislike history to be
dramatic, and think it is unreal, is very plain in
this case. The private meeting would be more dra-
matte, because it would be more real It is more of
a solid fact but it is also more of scene" That
is exactly the neglected truth; the nearer come
to the realities of history the more find of its
romance.
Some Merits of Mime. Duclaux's History.
There are many merits in Madame Duclaux's
sketch of French history; but the one which con-
Germs me here is the fact that she does succeed in
revealing to English readers many facts which are
picturesque, but which are also unfamiliar.
She does not shrink from being rhetorical about
Joan of Are or Napoleon; for how could any imag-
native or even intelligent person be anything but
rhetorical about either Of themY
But she does not fill her book with nothing but
Joan of Are and Napoleon or with romances as
fully recognized as those of Joan of Are and Ma
pOeOn She reveals the interest of the other side of
what we may call the under side of history She
does what corresponds to giving the private CONVEX
sation of Wellington and Butcher. / could give
many instances of what 1 mean; l will take only
two the neglected topic of medieval democracy and
the real nature of certain medieval philosophers
Some Centuries Ago, Also, Men Were Eager to
Make the World Safe for Democracy.
The brief sketch of the Communes in this book,
will really be news to many educated English peo-
pie, who probably imagine that the very word Com
mune is modern term invented in 1871. But what
is true of the Commune is more true of what
is commonly called the French Revolution
We talk of the great eighteenth century event as
the French Revolution, rather on the same natural
impulse that makes talk of the great twentieth
century event as the War. But it would be nearer
the truth to say that before well after, French
history has been one long series of French Revou-
tons.
The author is careful to point out that in the
wars of religion, the Catholic party well as the
Protestant frequently insisted on theory Of roy
atty which purely representative, and even re-
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In December
By Roy Helton.

ragged, wistfu boy breathing hard on a window,
Holding his fathers hand they stared in the toy shop
Wide eyes edgng along the breath logged glass pane,
Staring in at a show of spinning engines:
Swift rocking bars wheels geared and eogged and btlted
Gravely comported in their small grave business -
Grave the two dark eyes that stared wistfully
On that December night, into the toy shop; g. {. j
Grave as the lips that whispered up to the father,
Bent gray and grmly poor, who stood beside him Jp.,
With eyes grave the boys eyes, and heart less
wistful l-. 4 Il
@Dadw "Yes, boy II don't want that old engine
do II"
From Outcasts in Beulah Land Henry Holt d Co.
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The Lost Lightship
By Seabury Lawrence.

By Seabury Lawrence.
They say OF Cross Rips crusin'
In the Sarragossa Sea,
Where ev'ry jolly sailor mans
As happy as can be.
An her rails are decked with fow'rs
Hung by mermaids over side,
And the winds are always blowing fair
And the seas are blue and wide
1t were a white and freezin' day ',
She drifted from the Sound, H...
When she tore adrift from he moorin's
In an ice field, seward bound.
An all around the crunehin' cakes
Made frozen, frgid ring
An so they passed out by Great Pint,
Where the mack'rel gulleys sing
Fellers out on the Great Round Shoa,
They watched OF Cross Rip slide,
Movin' slow and helpless like, .s. =
On the nor'west wind an tide.
For she had no wireless signals,
b.. , And could get no help FIN dand,
An there wuz no power down below
An no sail to set by hand
w. 4 81. .'. 81 -; 5t-",'->t
So Their WANT, very much to do =:
Fer the skippef-an his men
But to let 'er drift to southland, .rs
Out of human touch an ken ,.sl ..
An the war-lorn worlds forgot 'em,
But some women on Cape Cod
Are still waitin', for their menfoIks - .-.ie
An a-prayin' to their God.
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The Sunken Submarine
BY Harold Willard Gleason.

Like some vast prehistoric reptile vile,
Black, simy-seek, beneath the sea it lies,
Motionless, SILENT snout sunk deep in mud;
And seems to plot some monstrous villainy.
About the mass small brilliant fishes fash,
Scarlet and gold and opaleseent streaks
Against the hfeless monsters sullen blot;
And feathery water plants of tender green
With graceful unduiations sweep and sway,
Adding fresh charms to oceans paradise.
Two ground glass ports, like glaring google eyes
Unblnkipg at these beauties seem to stare;
While over the slippery hulk slender tube,
Long, slim, and with swollen upper end,
Seems Like the feeler of an octopus,
i cunning snare, which, tempting, lures to death.
Who knows before all life became extinct
In that foul form, what evil deeds it wrought
low many women, through its baieful sting,
iank through the heartless waresf What noble me-
Charmed and unsuspecting, met their fate,
Their gallant vessels splintered by the barb
Of some great lurking wicksdness like this,
Which, now forgotten, shares its victims doom?
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The Road and the Book
By Edward N. Teall.

When l, wayfaring, care no more to learn
What lies beyond the paths next turn
And vision takes with no responsive thrill
The valley view beyond the hill:
1t will be time for me to quit the road,
The jostling crowd, the joyous din;
And shall calmly doff the pilgrims load
And >seek' the restful wayside inn.
.<S!'\4 -
r.
When can say tomorrow" carelessly,
With no deeF sense of mystery
Upon that day when without regret ...
Can see the sun of its hope set,
The book of life will reach its logic's end,
With "finis" all that's left to write.
I'll dedicate it to some faithful friend
And find oblivion in the night.