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8 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.