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8 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,