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8 The Golden Age {SUCCESSOR TO RELIGIOUS FORUH) Published Ebery Thursday by the Golden Hge Publishing Company {lnc.) OFFICES: LOWNDES BUILDING, ATLANTA, GA. Price: $2.00 a Year WILLIAM D. UPSHHW, - - - - Editor A. E. RAMS A UR, - Associate Editor LEH G. BROUGHTON - - - Pulpit Editor Entered at the Post Office tn 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. “Forget Not All His Benefits.” The seasons wait on Nature’s reverent mood Ere wintry skies again frown chill and gray, Where autumn lingers flaunting vain array, Peace like a benediction seems to brood; And hearts are thrilled with boundless gratitude. ’Tis meet that we our loving homage pay To Him who cares for us along the way; We go rejoicing—glad, for life is good. We honor now the nation’s day of prayer; Thanksgiving joy and praise shall be our’theme— Forgetting not a Father’s tender care, Acknowledging the Guiding hand Supreme— Through faith’s sweet privilege, whate’er befall, We rest content, for God is over all. Margaret Scott Hall. 'Several women known in the English language as “suffragettes,” in plain United States as “wo men suffragists,” were recently imprisoned in Lon don because they made themselves obnoxious in some way. A Mr. Lawrence, a husband of one of them, has promised to subscribe ten pounds per day to the woman’s suffrage fund for every day his wife remains in jail. Fifty dollars a day seems a high price to pay for being made temporarily a widower; but, then, it may not be. We are not personally acquainted with Mrs. Lawrence. The offer may be a ridiculously low one. It now begins to seem that Mrs. Russell Sage intends to keep that money. Some days ago we were disposed to assist her all we could in getting it given away, and even issued a call through these columns for our friends to make suggestions to her. It now seems that she not only limits the list of beneficiaries to individuals, but it must be individ uals who are too proud to write her and tell her they want the money. We wonder how she will ever get in touch with worthy persons. The writer of these lines is poor; he is deserving; he wants the money, but he is too proud to ask for it. Now is the time for our friends to come to our rescue. Won’t some kind friend write—but verb. sap. Count Boni de Castellane has lost a very lucra tive position as husband of the Countess of Cas tellane, and is just at the time of last information, without a job. He has been offered a salary to begin with of SIO,OOO per annum to act as head waiter in a case; a raise to be expected, if he is satisfactory, about the middle of February. He has announced that he will challenge the proprietor of the case to a duel for offering this insult to his honor. He is said to have a dreadful temper and friends of the proprietor are urging him to offer the count his board and lodging in addition to the stipend mentioned above. It is thought that this will set all matters right and an effusion of blood be averted. There is a possibility that the Count will become an author. He speaks of writing a book entitled “The Indulgent Husband; or Cas tellane’s Seven Rules of Economy.” The Golden Age for November 29, 1906. Leadership. Our friends need not be surprised if they find many people of high character and undoubted in tegrity and good prohibitionists, declining to take leading parts in this prohibition fight. It is al ways so. As Rev. J. L. D. Hillyer said the other day in his speech at the' Y. M. C. A. meeting. “We need not expect men of wealth and influ ence to take the lead in a reform measure like this, because, as is w T ell known, capital is always timid, and men of influence are generally easily frightened. We must therefore look for the initia tive and leadership in a move like this among the common people.” There will be no lack of leadership when we need it. The Pied Piper and His Children. A recent editorial in the Georgian on the subject “Shall we have a Prohibition Fight?” moved me to write a card to the Georgian which was publish ed in the columns of that paper. I feel iroved to reproduce it on this page, as I wish to re&jh many who have perhaps not read it in the Georgian. The editorial was wrong. It was a g’reat edito rial, but it w’as wrong. What was the matter with it ? This: The premise was wrong and the conclusion was —fatal. For the sake of brevity, let us leave off the premise, pass over the argument and come to the conclusion first. Here it is: “Fewer saloons.” “Better regulations.” Mr. Editor, you might have preached with the tongue of an archangel all through your brilliant argument, but if it bring you at last to the fatal conclusion that the ideal and ultimate solution of the liquor question for Atlanta or any other com munity is, not prohibition, but’ “a few” high toned, lowdown, devilish saloons “well regulated” in their wrecking work of debauchery and damna tion—and this work of refined deviltry approved by the council and defended by’ law—if this be the ultimatum of your fascinating argument and the end of your glowing periods, then I rise—l stand—l lift my tongue and pen in one long, strong everlasting protest against the folly and danger of such a compromise. Hold on—before you rise to a point of “personal privilege” and explanation. I have not forgotten that you said if the test must come you will be found with the white ballot of prohibition in your hand. That is not the burning question now. A thousand other men would do the same—because they have to sleep with their conscience afterward. But these “conservative” men can never be depended on this side of the judgment to launch or lead a battle against the saloons. We, the white-ribboned throng of men and women in Atlanta, are yearning for a leader now—wise, fearless, uncompromising! And thinking of the Georgian now we remember those words so full of pathos uttered in sore dis appointment during that Sabbath walk to Em maus: “We had hoped that it had been he who should at this time deliver Israel.” The Anti-*Saloon League has not been rash. No man truly claims it. While we believed with Judge Broyles that an election held just after the riot would carry, two to one, against the saloons, we showed becoming deference to those who did not want an election then, and Dr. J. C. Solomon, superintendent of the league, modified his motion from February to March and from March on into the spring, and many of us agreed to these dates even against our hearts and our judgment, in order that we might not run roughshod over the wishes of those good citizens who believed it better to postpone the election until spring. And I remem ber now that such representative men as that astute lawyer, Luther Rosser, and that sturdy pioneer in Atlanta’s progress, Captain J. W. English, stood up in that first meeting in the Wesleyan Tabernacle and said: “Gentlemen, we beseech you not to call an election right on the heels of the riot. Wait thirty or sixty days until the excitement is over then we will be with you.” All right, gentlemen, we have waited thirty—- yea, we are waiting sixty days. And where are the then advocates of spring? I am sure that the two gentlemen just mentioned are ready to redeem their promise. They are the kind of men who do that sort of thing. But where are the most of the men who, in that meeting, or those conservative men out over town, were shaking their heads and asking for more time? Where? I’ll tell you where they are. The last we heard from them they had followed the Pied Piper into the woods, and we can hear even yet the seductive notes of his flute: Not now, my children, not now— The whites and the negroes will row! ’Tis better to wait, tho’ fanatics may prate— Not now, my children, not now! * Will somebody tell me the meaning of “now”? What are its boundaries and the limits of its habi tation? And that fine p’ rase, “just at this time”? Ah, each of these ex’ ressions is a coinage from the mint of a “liquoi zed” commercialism. An enemy hath sown these tares among the finest of the wheat, and the harvest is being gathered betimes. Doesn’t everybody know that the former prohi bition campaigns in Atlanta did not estrange the races? Dr. Hawthorne and Bishop Gaines shook hands on the morning of election and led their faithful columns against a common foe. There were but two flags then, and there will be but two flags in the coming election—the black flag of the licensed saloon and the white banner of prohibi tion. Under which flag? Under which flag will you march? And, listen, my poor friends of the saloon, do not congratulate yourselves on divided forces. Your siren songs have deluded for a time. But men will awake and show their colors! The Georgian will yet present the splendid spec tacle of a great daily paper, not negatively, but positively fighting the saloon. And when the “show-down” comes our conservative friends will run up their flag and show where they stand— fighting sanely, but desperately, against the saloon that is the hotbed of crime, the companion of the brothel, the gateway of hell! Brave men can do what they will for Atlanta and every brave, true man will fight the saloon. William D. Upshaw. Thanksgiving. Just at this time there is much discussion as to the wisdom of a prohibition election in the city of Atlanta. There are many reasons advanced both pro and con. It seems probable now that an election will be called and the battle fought out squarely within the next few months. When it does come, let every citizen do his duty to himself and family and Temperance will prevail. As a nation and individuals, we have much to be thankful for. Blind indeed would be one who could fail to discern the wonderful blessings now belong ing to us in the liberty, enlightenment and prosperi ty which tis ours. Materially we are prosperous. Our educational facilities are better than ever before and are growing. Our institutions of learning are nearer and dearer to the hearts of all the people than ever before. All peoples are being brought to a knowledge of God and of religion. The church is stronger and the means of giving light and cheer to the lives of the afflicted of the earth are increas ing in number and potency. We should be a happy people and should set apart this day with all the fervor of our natures and with the full gratitude of our hearts, to the contemplation of our many blessings and to the doing of some kind deed in rec ognition of all we have received. Pass along your blessings. Let yourself be the means of giving a happy hour to some one less fortunate than your self. And today make a resolution to begin look ing on the bright side of things. Let this be a beginning. Let the sunshine in. There is more sun than cloud in life. “The world is so full of a number of things That I am sure we should all be as happy as kings.”