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The Golden Age
(SUCCESSOR TO RELIGIOUS TORUN)
Published Ebery Thursday by the Golden §tge Publishing
Company (Inc.)
OFFICES: LOWNDES BUILDING. ATLANTA. GA.
Price: $2.00 a Year
WILLIHJT D. UPSHfZW, - Editor
A. E. RAMS A UR, - - - Associate Editor
Entered at the Post Office in Atlanta. Ga.,
as second-class matter.
To the Public: The advertising columns of The
Golden Age will have an editorial conscience. No
advertisement will be accepted which we believe
would be hurtful to either the person or the purse of
our readers.
The Editor’s Birthday.
On October fifteenth the Editor cl this paper
will have a birthday.
Never mind what birthday—that is not the ques
tion (for the Editor’s “fortune” is not yet made).
But a birthday always makes us think. We re
member; we enjoy; and then we hope!
Appreciating beyond expression the many ex
pressions both of personal consideration and en
thusiastic commendation of The Golden Age since
the birth of this paper on the 22nd of last Feb
ruary, the Editor asks the privilege of making a
very natural request—a modest request for a
straightout birthday present.
“There’s a reason,” as the advertiser says.
Think a moment: After years gladly given to
the education of struggling boys and girls “with
out money and without price,’’ there came a time
when the doctors said: “Stop talking so much
or you’ll die.” But a heart with a message for
the world must speak—if not always with tongue,
then evermore with pen!
The best success of any publication depends
largely on the first year’s growth.
What then? If you are not “paid up” yourself,
or if you are, just obey the injunction of the or
dinary promissory note “on or before October
15th,” and send back dues plus a year in advance.
But listen: Just before you do that, call up your
neighbor over the ’phone, write a note, or put on
your hat and call on your friend who THINKS and
FEELS, and say to that friend: “October 15th
will be the birthday of the Editor of The Golden
Age. Let us make him a present by sending your
subscription and mine.”
The student, the housewife, the business man
can do this more easily than you imagine. Tell
them to make room in their next year’s reading
for this new, beautiful, inspiring weekly for the
home and for the citizen.
Get ready to make a birthday present to
The Editor.
Our Pulpit Editor Abroad.
We are sure that the many American friends of
Dr. Len. G. Broughton, the pulpit editor of The
Golden Age, will be glad to follow him in England,
not only in the sermons he preaches which we give
from -week to wrnek, but also in the impressions
he is making as viewed by the English press. Dr.
Talmage said that Henry Grady was a man of
such personality and magnetism that you could
almost feel his presence in a town by the time his
foot touched the platform at the depot. There is
something of that same thing about the famous
Tabernacle pastor. He always stirs things, says
things and does things. People who get close
enough to him love him, and some who refuse to
come close to his heart do not like his fearless,
vigorous words.
A man whose striking ability and consecration
can build up a congregation of more than three
thousand in a city of a hundred thousand people,
and hold that immense congregation for years,
until a larger tabernacle is necessary, has enough
of the unusual about him to make people want to
keep up with him, and whether good or bad, we
expect to give our readers, from time to time, the
press echoes from Dr. Broughton in England.
We call special attention to the comments pub
lished elsewhere in this issue of The Golden Age.
And we venture to say to our English cousins that
Dr. Broughton’s friends in America, and especially
in Atlanta, are getting “mighty anxious” for his
home-coming on the third Sunday in October.
John D. Walker Commends.
The state of Georgia boasts no private citizen
whose honest commendation we value more highly
than that of John D. Walker, of Sparta. He is a
young man, about the middle of his thirties, build
ing himself up from an office boy boy to one of the
most successful financiers in the South. He it was
who threw himself into the breach when the fate of
the unformed Cotton Association was trembling in
the balance, and raised by his own efforts from the
bankers of the Cotton States the Ten Thousand
Dollars necessary to launch the great movement
which Harvie Jordan has carried on with such
fidelity and success.
But those who know this stalwart young South
erner know something better than this of him—
they witness every day the absolute consecration
of his means, and, better than this—his genius
and his manhood to the cause of progressive Chris
tianity and civic righteousness.
Because all these things—and more, are true,
the editor of The Golden Age appreciates beyond
measure the following private letter just received.
Such a letter from such a man is worth so much
to a fellow who is pouring his heart out for the
sake of things that are vital to our homes and
our civilization, that the editor must be pardoned
by Mr. Walker and the reader for giving this let
ter in full:
My Dear Brother Upshaw:—
I have just taken time to read The Golden Age
of September 27th, and I cannot refrain from
sending you a word or two of hearty congratula
tion. Your courageous, manly utterances, are in
spiring and helpful, though they call attention to
a deplorable state of affairs. You are sowing good
seed. May you, at an early day, reap a harvest
of fine results.
God bless you and multiply your tribe.
Yours cordially, John D. Walker.
Why Wonder at This ?
Everybody knew it before, but many anti-pro
hibitionists would not acknowledge it. But since
the mayor and council closed the saloons in Atlanta
as an emergency measure growing out of the riot,
the decrease in crime has been so noticeable that eV
erybody sees the difference, and officers of the law,
supported by the daily press, are going on record,
testifying that conditions are infinitely better since
the saloons were closed. This clipping from the
Atlanta Journal tells its own story:
“Nowhere in Atlanta are the effects of the tem
porary prohibition measure felt more than at police
headquarters. Since the saloons were closed the
number of cases docketed has fallen off to less
than 50 per cent as compared with conditions ex
isting a week ago.
“This lessening of crime has been a matter of
wonder and surprise to the police, and they at
tribute it solely to the closing of the liquor houses.
Since last Saturday only two cases of drunk have
been registered on the blotter, and one of these
declared he became intoxicated on Jamaica ginaer.
while the other explained that he drank fermented
grape juice.”
But why should the police “wonder”? They
have been seeing with their own eyes, day and
night, the intoxicated, maudlin condition of the
vast majority of those whom they arrest.
Judge Nash Broyles, Atlanta’s popular, though
fearless recorder, in a recent interview, com
menting on the wretched part that liquor has play
ed in the melancholy annals of his court, said;
“I wish the saloons would stay closed forever. If
an election were held now prohibition would carry
two to one.”
Editor
The Golden Age for October 4, 1906.
Mr. Ohl’s Promotion.
If any position, save that of editor-in-chief, can
be any higher in newspaperdom than that of leading
editorial writer on The Atlanta Constitution, then
Mr. Jos. K. Ohl has been promoted. The daily
press announces that this genial and brilliant jour
nalist, whose work on The Constitution has been
one of its strongest features for twenty years, has
been made editor of Ridgway’s Weekly soon to
be launched in the South, with headquarters in
Atlanta.
Thought and vision are almost dazzled by the
scope to be covered by the colossal journalistic en
terprise. Mr. Erman K. Ridgway, who has won
his national spurs in journalism by the phenomenal
success of Everybody’s Magazine, will publish, sim
ultaneously, every ■week, fourteen great papers
from as many of the leading cities of the nation,
of which Mr. Ridgway himself will be editor-in
chief, with headquarters in New 7 York.
Atlanta being the most progressive city in the
Southeastern South, has been chosen by Mr. Ridg
way for the publishing place of his Southern edi
tion, and it is a high compliment to Mr. Ohl that
he should have been chosen to edit the Southern
edition of the Aladdin-like enterprise, being of
fered a salary sufficient to remove him from the
high position which he has filled so long and with
such national distinction.
“A militant weekly for God and country,” says
Mr. Ohl, and we wish the benedictions of Heaven
upon our editorial friend and brother in the com
manding position to which he has been called.
A Fair that is Fair.
The great Inter-State Fair that will be held in
Atlanta, October 10-20, will be Fair to look upon—
because, with all the up-to-date features that gen
erally characterize such industrial enterprises, it
will be free from the pooling and gar bling fea
tures which big fairs and expositions usually
have.
Last year, through the wise, brave leadership
of Dr. John E. White, of Atlanta, the management
of the Fair cut off all pooling privileges, thereby
losing about Twelve Thousand Dollars from ihat
alone. But the best people all over the laid sliow
ed their appreciation of this clean, moral deed by
flocking to the Fair from all sides. And the de
lighted management came out financially victo
rious without one gambling dollar in their coffers.
This year Mr. Frank Weldon, the secretary of
the Fair Association, one of the finest men in the
South, informs The Golden Age that the same pol
icy will be pursued—no pooling, no wheels of for
tune, and not even games of chance being allowed.
This is surely a healthy state and a healthful
sign. Read the announcement in this issue of
The Golden Age.
Parents, you can afford to patronize a fair like
this. Indeed, it is your patriotic duty and your
filial duty as well to do so. Gather your children
together and tell them if they will “be smart” on
the farm, in the store or school, you wifl take them
to the great Fair in Atlanta. It will be an edu
cation to them.
The W. C. T. U.
The recent session of the Georgia Woman’s
■Christian Temperance Union, held at LaGrange, was
a notable gathering of noble women.
It was the pleasure of the Editor to attend the
last night, in company with Dr. J. C. Solomon, Su
perintendent of the Georgia Anti-Saloon League,
who made a stirring speech to the Convention.
The closing words of Mrs. Nelle Burger, of Mis
souri, the national organizer for Georgia, were
beautiful in the extreme; and the “parting com
mand” of the President, Mrs. Harris Armor, of
Eastman, electrified the house. We remarked as
she concluded that that speech made before the
Legislature would turn Georgia “dry.”
The Golden Age will hereafter place a special
department at the disposal of the W. C. T. U., and
working hand in hand with the Anti-Saloon League,
they will redeem old Georgia yet,