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12 SA M JONF. S ■ TABER A- A CLE The Sam Jones’ Tabernacle at Cartersville, which was established twenty-one years ago, has just wit nessed the greatest meeting in its history. This is the testimony of Sam Jones himself, and everybody else in Cartersville. s u-< > SjRB My - B ■■ * ~ ' • ■■ <• | gg||- v ' \Lv/p , 1 i \ I 'Sp - SAM P. JONES. The crowds have never been so great, the preach ing, they say, has never been so good, the Christian workers never before so active and consecrated and the spiritual tone and evident results of the meeting’s never before so blessed and far-reaching. Assembly Feature Organized. So happy are the leading Christian men of Car tersville over the character of the meetings this year that they have rallied around the beloved evangelist in the organization of the “Tabernacle Bible Association,” that will do for Cartersville and all this section in the fall what Dr. Broughton’s Tabernacle Conference does for Atlanta and the South in the spring and what Northfield and Wi nona do for the North in the summer. The evangel istic work at Cartersville will be continued in these assemblies every day, Mr. Jones declared, but bet ter opportunity for Bible study among the masses and the careful training of children will be prvoided in the work of some of the greatest Bible teachers direct from the Winona Conference, or wherever love and money can secure them. Sunday a Mountain Peak. Last Sunday will ever be “a mountain peak along the shores of memory” for Cartersville and the more than fifteen thousand people who thronged her streets and crowded and crowned the Tabernacle Hill. The song service at 10:30, led by the famous E. 0. Excell, was wonderful and thrilling. The quartette, Hillis, Collison, Smoot and Excell sing ing “When the Fire Fell,” had such a marvel ous, magical, spiritual effect on the vast congrega tion that it put many on crying and “shouting ground” before Sam Jones began his morning ser mon. He announced as his text, “I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus, my Lord.” He began in a deep, philosophical way—like “Uncle Sam” can do when he tries, and people began to wonder if all of his “varied self” and unapproachable mannerism would be buried beneath the preacher of serious argument and philosophy. But they did not have long to wait. He began to speak of the things that people suf fer to come between them and the “excellency of the knowledge of Christ.” The card table, gamb ling and liquor were mentioned and then “the fur began to fly.” His arraignment of liquor dealers and their meth ods was terrific. Here are some of his “choice utterances.” Speaking of R. M. Rose Company, who had been The Golden Age for September 27, 1906. Greatest Meetings Cartersville Has Ever Seen. plastering Cartersville with ingenious liquor adver tisements even during the Tabernacle meetings, 'he said: “If I had been mayor of this town when they put those damnable things on those bill boards, I would have torn them off if it had involved the city of Cartersville in a lawsuit that would have ended in the supreme court of the United States. And yet this dirty scoundrel that has the insolence to come to this town with his infernal advertising will pay the Atlanta papers for a full page of ad vertising, inviting the ladies of Atlanta down to drink his damnable stuff. I would as soon think of permitting my negro Charlie to commit a nameless crime and then come back to work for me as to have him to go to a Rose entertainment at any time. ” The Georgian Applauded. Mr. Jones made the statement that the Atlanta papers were owned from “snout to tail” by Rose and the Potts gang, with the exception of The Atlanta Georgian. “It is as impossible,” said Mr. Jones, “for one to get a word in an Atlanta daily newspaper, with the exception of The Georgian, that would hurt a whiskey man by name, as it would be to grow pine apples in frozen Alaska, or to get a bucket of water in hell. “Not only will the Atlanta daily papers, with the exception of The Georgian, refuse to let you call the names of these dirty scoundrels in their col umns, but it is also true that the religious papers will not attack these scoundrels and call them out by name to denounce their business. “Are you going to put this in your paper? Will you call names?” He asked this question of the Editor of The Golden Age, who was sitting right before him. “I certainly will,” was the answer. “If you do you will be the only religious paper BHHK t B 7 ALTER HOLCOMB —Co-laborer of Sam Jones, Who twill <write for The Golden Age. that will print it in this state,” said the evangel ist. Mr. Jones declared that liquor had given him so much trouble in his early life—debauching his own body and bringing sorrow to his own home, and since his own conversion he had seen so much wretchedness come to hearts, homes and lives as a result of liquor—that he just could not find words strong enough to condemn the course of a man who pins a whiskey badge on a presidential candidate, invites ladies to help him advertise his liquor and tries to train up a new generation of drinkers in order to put money in his pocket. In conclusion he painted a graphic picture of that brave Christian manhood that is not afraid to fight for the right against the wrong and called on every body who would declare that they were with him in this battle for “God and home and native land” to rise to their feet. Instantly eight'thousand peo ple in and around the Tabernacle were voting with the faithful friend of home and the fearless enemy of the saloon. At the same hour, C. H. Madison, the great mis sion worker of Poughkeepsie, N. Y., and Rev. J. A. Bowen, of Winona, Miss., preached to a large overflow meeting of the thousands who could not get under the Tabernacle. At the park, in the afternoon, Madison broke down and cried as he tried to tell his love for the Southern people. He Asked to Be Forgiven. He said he had thought things and said things about the Southern people that were w’rong, and asked to be forgiven. The people around shouted, 11 Amen, we gladly forgive I’ ’ The crowd struck up “America,” then the band played “Dixie,” and Christian patriotism and brotherly love bowed from breast to breast. Rev. Chas. T. Schaeffer, the children’s evangelist, gave a beautiful address to the children at 2 o’clock