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The Golden Age
(SUCCESSOR TO RELIGIOUS FORUM)
Published Ebery Thursday by the Golden age Publishing
Company (Inc.)
OFFICES: LOWNDES BUILDING. ATLANTA. GA.
Price: $2.00 a Year
WILLiaPI D. UPSHaW, - - - - Editor
A. E. RAPfSAUR. - - - Associate Editor
LFP[ G. BROUGHTON - - - Pulpit 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.
Personal Help Wanted in Writing the
Life of Sam Jones.
As has already been stated in The Golden Age,
Mrs. Sam Jones and the Rev. Walt Holcomb are
about to engage in the laborious task of writing a
comprehensive life of the great evangelist and it is
earnestly requested by both Mr. Holcomb and Mrs.
Jones that if any one knows of any valuable mate
rial thar could be utilized in preparing this biogra
phy, it'will be kindly forwarded to
Rev. Walt Holcomb,
Cartersville, Ga.
Mr. Peary and the Pole.
Mr. Peary holds the record for North Pole hunt
ing. He has penetrated a number of miles closer to
it than any previous explorer. He lacked something
like two hundred miles of actually reaching it, but
to have gone “farthest North” means something.
It is a monument to the endurance, courage and res
olution of that leader and his little company, and
even if Mr. Peary gives up Arctic exploration with
this attempt he has accomplished much. For years
finding the North Pole has been the greatest
achievement in the field of adventure open to man
kind. Thousands of dollars have been spent and
hundreds of lives lost in the attempt. Years ago
there was a myth, a dream of a “Northwest Pas
sage,” but this faded away long since, and the
search for the Pole took its place. There was a
time when the theory was advocated by some that
there was a vast open sea around the Pole—another
theory had it that there was a region of tropical
climate, vegetation and fertility there—but it has
long since been conceded that the Pole is really
nothing save a certain spot in the midst of a death
ly desolation of ice and snow. There would be
little of real value to mankind in the actual pene
tration to the Pole by an exploring party. A suc
cessful adventurer would finally reach a spot which
his instruments would indicate as the exact loca
tion of the Pole. He would stand at a spot where
there was no North, East nor West. He would be
standing on Here; everywhere else would be South.
It would be rather cold there; rather dark and ex
tremely lonely. Such appai ent movements of the
heavenly bodies as he saw would be horizontal.
The sun would peer purblindly ahove the horizon
and then ciicle. Probably his own emotions would be
so congealed that he would not be especially proud
of his achievement. He could do nothing but turn
back and fight his way to the world of light and
terra firma again. He could not even get a splin
ter or a chip as a souvenir. True, if he lived to
get back, he could lecture—and Geographical So
cieties would give him medals—and the magazines
would pay a good price for articles. It is certain
that Mr. Carnegie would create a Pole Medal and
bestow it upon him—and then best of all when he
died he would have some fine chiselling upon his
tomb; but the discovery of the Pole would not
affect the markets of the world; the Trust Octopus
would not be scotched a wee bit; and the servant
problem would roll on just the same. Oh. for a
man to discover how to keep a cook; or invent a
conscience for the gas meter!
The Golden Age for November 8, 1906.
Who Cares For the Boy?
A sententious remark of Napoleon 111 namely:
“The first care of the State is the Child,” appeals
with force to every thoughtful man. Here in
Atlanta is a condition no less serious, no less
fraught with danger to the Commonwealth than
the great Emperor of France saw confronted the
state in his day. Hundreds of youths and boys are
on the streets of Atlanta day and night tempt
ed in many ways—your boy perhaps—and often
led astray in a moment’s time. To save the boy
is to save the state, for the boy of today is the
man of tomorrow. True is it that the majority of
these boys are newsboys and messengers—boys who
work for a living—none the less important than
the boy of the wealthy.
In fact, some of the great and good men of the
land were newsboys. And yet, sad to state, the av
erage person passes the “newsie” by without as
much as a thought of him.
Now, a few devoted persons have been endeavor
ing to keep rooms open in the city for the news
boys and waifs of the street for some time. These
ladies and gentlemen having the Boys’ Club on
their hands need help. They feel that if the pub
lic only knew what can be done to 4 ‘save the
boy” a great mass meeting would be held to con
sider this great question. Hundreds of dollars
would flow into the empty treasury of the Boys’
Club and enthusiasm would rise to vantage and
victory.
And now, since that cannot be done—at present
—the Boys’ Club of Atlanta implore all who feel
an interest in the work to help in any way—if
with money, all the better; but if not in that way,
then join the organization, say a good word for the
cause. Are you interested in the boy?
Mr. Louis Parhcm has felt and hoped and
wrought, and suffered in heart and mind for tnose
danger-bound boys. He and those who dream and
plan with him need encouragement. Who will
speak and act? Let the Boys’ Club hear from you.
“This Beats Paris.”
You naturally wonder what this caption means.
Well, it is a beautiful little story with “lots” of
meaning in it. Incidentally, accidentally—why not
say providentially? the story came to us through a
casual conversation with our pulpit Editor. Dr. L.
G. Broughton, on his recent return from England.
Speaking of a superior young woman—a devoted
member of his church, who is in Europe for the
winter he said: “She had planned to spend the
winter in Paris, but when she reached London and
began to enjoy so much the Bible study work con
nected with Dr. Campbell Morgan’s church, she
changed her plans, saying ‘This beats Paris—l
am going to spend the winter in London and drink
in this help and inspiration while I have such a won
derful opportunity.’ ”
Now isn’t that beautiful? Isn’t it positively re
freshing? A young lady from America who had
never yet been to “Gay Paree” stops when almost
in sight and turns aside from the gaieties and the
gewgaws, the “fuss and the feathers,” the glee
and the glamour of the world’s great center of fash
ion and folly—in order that she may the better pre
pare herself to make her life count for God and
humanity when she returns to Ame ica.
Will she go to Pars at all? Os course—for a
time; but this Chrisitan young woman’s visit to
Europe will not mean “siren songs” and silly
scenes—but life that enriches and inspires others.
“Thus to live is Life’s supremest wisdom.”
“Beg Pardon.”
It is a custom with some people, when they don’t
understand what you say (and sometimes when they
do) to look at you apologetically and say: “Beg
pardon.”
Well, the editor does understand very well what
the reader is going to s n y about pubhshing the fol
lowing letter, and understanding this, he looks
a look of apology at every reader and says with be
coming blushes, “Beg pardon.” This letter, how
ever, is personally refreshing. If you don’t believe
it reader suppose you get one just like it—and you
will understand.
And you would especially be inclined to forgive
the “offence to modesty” which is caused by the
publication of this letter if ycu could only see the
picture of this little “Lone Star” namesake of your
humble seivant. Why Albert Edward himself with
all his crowns and kingdoms, Grover Cleveland with
all the glory of his retirement, Theodore Roosevelt
with all his record of war and triumph of Peace,
nor William J. Bryan—peerless of tongue and reg
nant in character—either nor neither of these,
we believe, were ever quite so fine looking as that
princely little American, Earnest Willie Atkins, of
Umbarger, Texas, whose pictured face smiles daily
inspiration from an honored place on the editor’s
desk. As many unseen friends know, that pen name
was given the writer by a gifted young lady years
ago while on bed because she said he “meant bus
iness.” Although too juvenile in sound to suit
the dignified this pen name clings yet in many
places. This is how this young Texan came by his
name. But read his father’s generous letter and
join with the Editor in the prayerful hope that
Earnest Willie Atkins will be a nobler Christian
man—worth more to the world than the man whose
name he bears:
Umbarger, T°xas, October 21, 1906.
Mr. W. D. Upshaw, Atlanta, Ga.
Dear Brother:—Eight years ago I was considering
the important task of naming my first born. I
thought of the heroes—-not a few. And I thought of
a young man, stricken in earlv manhood, a n d who,
under circumstances that would have crushed out
all hope of greatness, had made a good and useful
man. I said: “He deserves more praise than Dew
ey. And such a man I would like to have a son
like.”
I have failed to keep up with my model man dur
ing all these years. But from the editorials of
The Golden Age T am glad that I named my first
born “Earnest Willie.”
Under a separate cover I send you his photo
graph, a lock of his baby hair, also a stamp photo
of his father. I met you at Dallas in 1894.
I like The Golden Age very much. I appreciate
the stand its editor takes for prohib ! tion.
Dr. Broughton’s sermons are worth the price of
the paper.
Words would fail to express my appreciation of
the bold stand you take against society’s sinful
dressing.
So many girls and women seem to think it is pret
ty to show a part of their nudeness.
If I were to go into their presence showing as
much of my person as they do it would insult many
of them.
I have often wondered why the pulpits and the
religious press are so silent upon so great an evil
as the way about half of the young women dress.
If they only knew how boys and young men make
fun among themselves! I have heard young men
make fun of shoulder straps for garments which
many girls display.
May you live to do much good in the Master’s
cause.
Yours in Christian love.
T. R. R. Atkins.
The Editor of The Golden Age indulges the hope
that this bri'ht boy w’ill imbibe h : s father’s safe,
sane ideals about purity in dres e —never, when he
gets to be a man—shaving in a barber shop or work
ing in an office where the half nude picture of a
woman is hung. Indeed, may our Texas namesake
be such a manly man that he w 7 ill only admire a wo
manly woman.
From Judge Whipple, of Crisp.
I congratulate you very heartily upon the high
plane upon which you have launched your Daner.
I read your editorial with a great deal of interest,
and I certainly like the clear ring they have to
them. Your editorial on the Bryan button incident
was very well-timed, indeed.
I certainly hope that your paper will be a great
success. Sincerely yours,
U. V. Whipple.
Cordele, Ga.