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The Golden Age
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WILLIAM D. UPSHAW, - - - - Editor
A. E. RAMS A UR, - - - Managing Editor
LEM G. BROUGHTON - - - Pulpit Editor
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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.
Dr. Dargan in Georgia.
It is an event of South wide —indeed, almost na
tional —interest in religious circles that Dr. E. C.
Dargan leaves the faculty of the Southern Baptist
Theological Seminary at Louisville to become pas
tor of the First Baptist Church at Macon. He be
gan his pastorate last Sunday and his welcome was
enthusiastic and beautiful.
One paragraph tells itaal a great man follows
a great man (Dr. J. L. White) in leading one of the
greatest Churches that the world of Christian ac
tivity knows today. Heaven bless his pastorate.
Napier at Wesleyan.
There are commencement speeches and com
mencement speeches, but ocasionally one lifts its
head above the others like a mountain above the
plain!
Such an address was that of Col. George M. Na
pier at Wesleyan this year. His theme was
“Woman’s Contribution to the Building of the
Republic,” and all who heard this powerful mes
sage of a great Christian lawyer saw in him the
priceless contribution that one woman made to the
republic.
This is not a political journal, but a part of our
motto is “Purity in the State,” and we believe
that a man of such parts and powers should some
day live in the White House of Georgia.
ILp Ivor th League in Macon.
The Epworth League Convention of the South
Georgia Conference meets this week, June 13, in
Mulberry Street Church, Macon, Georgia, and it is
expected that live hundred young Methodists will
be in attendance. The president of the League
convention, Mr. E. P. Peabody, of Waycross—the
man who, as Secretary of the Board of Trade,
would not allow wine at a commercial banquet —has
filled his present position of honor for several
years and he has done it so well that the conven
tion will not let him leave the helm.
The South Georgia Conference is a body of great
vigor and victory in every phase of its work, and
the training and stimulus afforded by these leagues
and league conventions will more and more prepare
this great army of Epworth Leaguers for enthusias
tic service in blessing the world.
J. L. Underlvood Gone Home.
The dispatches announce that that veteran
preacher, editor and educator, Rev. J. L. Under
wood, died last week in Kellam’s Hospital, Rich
mond, and was buried at Blakely, Ga. To the
stranger who read this simple statement no senti
ment was stirred save. that of thoughtful sym-
The Golden Age for June 13, 1907.
pathy that is always felt when a stranger’s death
is announced. But to one who knew J. L. Under
wood, there comes that sense of deep bereavement
which only those who love know how to feel.
As a soldier in the Confederate army he honored
the flag he bore, and as a soldier in the army of
God he honored, too, the banner of his Redeemer.
As a preacher of the Gospel he was used of God
to lead thousands to the heights of Christian liv
ing; as editor and newspaper correspondent he
never dipped his facile pen in guile, and as a teach
er in the school room he gave to his pupils not
only the treasures of his scholarship but —what is
a thousand times better—he poured into their lives
the radiance and inspiration of a beautiful person
ality that was sweetened by the touch of the Fin
ger Divine. Living long at Camilla, and later, di
viding his time between the homes of his noble
sons and daughters who all illustrate in their own
lives the Christian truths their father lived before
them, J. L. Underwood made a glorious contribu
tion of influence toward the betterment of the
world; and—
“As over the hilltops, the valleys and plains,
Tho’ the sun hath departed a glory remains” —-
so this good man leaves behind him now a name
that is glorified by a halo of splendor —beckoning
all who walk in its light toward the beauty and
the meaning of the Christian’s life and the joy
and the triumph of the Christian’s death.
Dr. Young J. Allen.
Young J. Allen was a modern apostle. His re
cent dealli in Shanghai, China, removes from earth
one of the greatest leaders in the history of Chris
tianity. While he was a native of Georgia and a
special representative of Southern Methodism, this
great’ apostle of Christian civilization was honored
at home and abroad as an ideal son of America,
a Christian statesman in the affairs of government,
and above all, a stainless evangel of the Kingdom of
God.
For half a century he planted lys life in the
needful soil of heathenism and unto the end of time
his growing pyramid of Truth and Light will pierce
the ages as they over it roll. Because of his hu
man greatness he was invited to sup with princes,
and because this human greatness was consecrated
to God lie left the aroma of Heaven in the palaces
of kings.
What a lesson to the ambitious young college
man of today, if that ambition be linked to God!
How much more did Young J. Allen’s life count
in God’s upward plan of the ages than if he had
stayed in America chasing the phantoms of fame!
God wants the best in the lands that need the
most! Fifty years ago this brilliant young son of
Emory College heard the call and answered with
his promising and powerful life, and as a meagre
part only of his earthly reward it was given him to
walk the palm strewn highway to be crowned a
king among men—until, with “the light of anoth
er world beating in his face,” he stepped from
the shining summit of his wonderful career to the
bosom of his God.
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Cartersbille and Valdosta.
The eyes of the world, or a large part of it at
least, are on Cartersville and Valdosta now —for
on the 20th of June the former is to decide at the
polls whether liquor shall be sold again within her
borders, and on the 24th, Valdosta and the county
of Lowndes will try to drive from their midst the
saloons that are already menacing the peace and
prosperity of all that section. Judge Oscar M.
Smith has led the prohibition forces in Lowndes
with an intelligence and vigor that has kept them
gloriously on the aggressive, striking terror to the
ranks of the saloon, men. Prominent speakers
have been invited from all over Georgia and even
beyond. Notable among those is J. A. Maples, of
Texas, who is regarded as one of the most unique
and forceful whiskey fighters in America.
Whether unfolding his hideous charts as he de
lineates the ravages of liquor before a big crowd
on the street corner, or speaking to a great au
dience of culture in the opera house, he holds, stirs
and convinces his hearers until the liquor forces
are tempted to wish that he had never been born.
Finding Maples available the writer wired Judge
Smith from Richmond: “Can send Maples the
great temperance talker of Texas. He will set the
county on fire.” And that is what Maples has
done. He has spoken several times to immense
crowds in Valdosta and has gone all over the coun
ty —out among the pines, until he has “burnt the
woods” with the fire of his logic and eloquence.
Indications point to victory for prohibition in
Lowndes. And up in Bartow —and especially in
Cartersville, her famous and beautiful capital,
things are at white heat. Rev Walt. Holcomb has
been making glad the spirit of his famous father
in-law by waking up the rural districts and striv
ing with mighty word and deed to prevent the re
turn of liquor to the county Sam Jones loved so
well. Last Sunday at the Tabernacle in Carters
ville he delivered his famous “Horse Race” lecture
—“the Red Horse of Intemperance, the Black
Horse of Lawlessness and the White Horse of Pro
hibition.” Mr. Holcomb was followed by Mrs.
Mary Harris Armor, President of the W. C. T.
U. of Georgia, the most gifted and effective wom
an speaker we ever heard. The crowd went wild.
The Editor of The Golden Age, who followed Mrs.
Armor at the Tabernacle and addressed a union
mass meeting at the Presbyterian church, called on
Hon. W. J. Neel to introduce a resolution in the
next Legislature inviting Mrs. Armor to address
that body on State Prohibition. Mr. Neel, who is
the Sir Galahad of liquor fighters, gladly promised
amid the enthusiasm of the crowd.
Next Sunday there will be dinner on the grounds
at the Sam Jones Tabernacle, and Sam Small and
Judge Anderson Roddenberry will be the speakers.
That is enough to say.
George R. Stuart, that cyclone of platform power
who was so long the co-laborer of Sam Jones, came
the week before at the request of Mrs. Jones and the
local W. C. T. U. to help save the county from the
blight of liquor’s return. The court house was
packed and the people were electrified as only
George Stuart can electrify hundreds or thousands
who hang entranced on his wonderful eloquence,
and many men who had been blinded by commer
cialism and “conservatism” left the building de
claring that the scales had fallen from their eyes.
From now until the 20th day of June, when the
election will occur, the eyes of a nation wellnigh
will be on Cartersville and Bartow county —for,
with due deference to all the other attractions of
the town and county, Cartersville’s widest and
chiefest fame comes from being the home of Sam
P. Jones.
Twenty-five years ago the famous evangelist
helped drive liquor from Bartow county. He hated
it as he hated, perhaps, no other agency of the
devil. In that county liquor had beaten him against
the very bars of heli. Out from its clutches he had
come forth redeemed. And then his Christian life
was a crystal river of beauty and blessing—honor
ing the community where he lived and placing on
the brow of Cartersville a chaplet of fadeless fame
as he carried blessing for time and eternity to
millions beyond. And it is nothing less than a
shame for some of the neighbors of Sam Jones to
take advantage of his death and roll a barrel of
liquor across his new made grave!
God spare Cartersville this shame and let Val
dosta, the “Queen City of the pines,” be redeemed
from the mighty curse!
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Promises Redeemed.
Rev. George G. Smith, Macon, Ga., the famous
and beloved writer of “Historical Sketches” and
many other good things, says:
“The Golden Age has fulfilled all its promises
and is deserving of a large patronage.”
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"The Rest Paper On Earth.”
Hon. Nat E. Harris, the great Christian lawyer
and orator, says;
are getting the very best paper I ever
read on this earth. U
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