Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-11-15
BY JESSE HENDERSON
Ieased Wire Service to The Journal.)



Copyright, 1921
NEW YORK, Nov. 12.-Suddenly,
as you hurry through Madison
Square, a big calm voice speaks~into
your ear; uttering grave words that
make you halt in your tracks.
There's nobody at your elbow, yet
the calm voice goes steadily on,
speaking Of lofty things which even
in the midst Of traffic it behooves
you to pause and think upon.
After a bewildered moment you
notice that other people have halt
ed, also checked by that voice at
their elbows. And then, of course,
you realize that the voice proceeds
from the great megaphones on the
roof Of Madison Square Garden, and
that it is the president in Washing
ton talking about Armistice day.
There is something undescribably
dramatic about a disembodied voice
speaking solemn truths in tones
which, measured and low, yet pene-
trate the utmost roar of motors, the
maddest scurry of commercialism,
the loudest shrillipg of careless
mirth. "Why so Not, little men?"
it seems to quote. 1.-THE big things,
after all, are not those which you
grasp with your silly hands," 1t
gives you a thrill, this mention of
death and vision in the midst of
life and purblind rush. It gives you
the creeps, and you wish you had
'em oftener.
On the whole it has been a nerve.
racking week. The emotional stress
of Armistice day recalling, as it
must and ought, the agonies as we'll
as the trNImphs of the war, was
equalIed by the emotional stress of
the election day which preceded it.
Elections in the present civic de-
Velopment of this town may not be
an ennobling spectacle, but they
yield to no other event in their
ability to fray the feelings. This
election was especially filled with
excitement and exhaustion. The
woman's vote; the woman's vote
that was to clean up the city, smash
the tiger in the jaw, everlastingly
tie the can to graft and bad govern
ment-this new Woman'S vote gave
Tammany the incest majority of all
it's years and the women's reform
associations are still asking dazedly
what happened.
Follow Lead of Men
Oh, we'll. women are people"
as the Republican women leaders
sadly admitted next day. And every
woman knows you can't depend on
people to be different" The en-
Tightening fact CLEANED from this
contest is that Women's votes fol-
low the lead of mems. And this,
too, with as much docility as if the
word emancipation had never been
coined. "Wait till next election"
say the women reformers darkly.
Business of Waiting-fOur years.
Meanwhile, all women have one
cause for joy. A woman viii be the
next register. She is Miss Annie
Mathews, the Tammany candidate
and she takes charge--at $4,000
a year-of the most important job
to which New York has ever elect
ed a woman. For the benefit Of
women candidates, it is worth noting
that Miss Helen VaricE Boswell, the
defeated Republican nominee for
register, wore black satin with fac
ings of gray when she cast her
vote; while Miss Mathews wore
dark blue tricotine and violets.
Jimmy Ryan got so "het up" over
the election that he violently fought
his own reflection in a gum-machlne
mirror at the foot of the subway
stairs, and then rushed down the
track to give combat to an oncOm-
ing subway train. The motorman
saw Ryan and stopped the train a
few inches from his toes. Ryan
stood there with doubled fists, dar-
ing the train to hit him, till pa
trolman arrived. Then Ryan darted
under the station platform and play
ed tag to the accompaniment OF
yeIls from the police and shrieks
from the commuters. When finally
captured, Ryan blamed it all on the
election. hut the magistrate laid
part of the blame on liquor and sent
Ryan to the WOrkhouse.
Incidentally, the week has demon
strated the best way to stop a rum
away horse by the bride anu was
man Peter Dallochi caught run
away horse byb the bride and was
being dragged down Third avenue,
when he foresaw that if the horse
were not halted pretty soon it would
run into a group of children. Dali
lochi accordingly bit the horses ear
with such enthusiasm that the as
founded animal swerved and brought
UP against an elevated pillar. This
method is a success, so Dallochi
says, nine cases out of ten. But
it gets your mouth full Of fur.
The weeks lucky lad was Frank
SWELL, a cobbler. He began to
cobble an old shoe when from it
dropped a wad of paper which