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T. he Golden Age
(SUCCESSOR TO RELIGIOUS JORUJT)
Published Ebery Thursday by the Golden Sfge Publishing
Company (Inc.)
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WTLL&M D. UPSHAW. - - * Editor
MRS. G. S. LINOS EY - - Managing Editor
LEN G. RROUGHTON - - - Pulpit Editor
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A Word of Explanation.
We want to beg the everlasting pardon of our
bright-faced, noble-hearted, Good Cheer Editor, who
has brought her optimistic family
Belated. Words to sojourn with us —“for the good
Os Welcome they can do.” We are truly glad
To Good. Cheer, to have them, for we feel they fit
nicely into the purpose and mis
sion of The Golden Age, and will make but another
link in our chain of effort for the uplifting and
betterment of those we touch.
We gladly welcome you one and all, Good-cheer
fold, may the sparkle and gleam of your column
cast a glow that will be felt in every home into
which the paper goes. Ed.
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Sunday Dcbilment in Texas.
People east of the Mississippi, over in the older
States, can hardly understand the disposition out
west to turn Sunday into a day
The Standard and
Convention Begin
Great Fight Against
Flagrant Sabbath
Breaking.
on (Sunday with a hundred thousand visitors throng
ing the gates and indulging inside in every kind of
gaming, betting, drinking, and general debauchery
and devilment.
Editor J. Frank Norris, of The Texas Baptist
Standard, in company with several energetic, con
secrated men, determined during the recent State
Fair to personally investigate this devilment of
which they had heard so much. They went, semi
incognito, where they could see it all —and they
came away wiser, but sadder, men. Indeed, they
were so outraged in their feelings that they deter
mined then and there to carry these facts to the
people of Texas —that is, that decent part of the
state that don’t already know it. Editor Norris has
opened the columns of The Standard, with its more
than forty thousand subscribers, upon this horrible
iniquity. The great convention in Fort Worth last
of godless revelry. Sunday pic
nics, Sunday hunting and fish
; ing parties, Sunday saloons,
Sunday base ball, and —awful
to see and contemplate —the
State Fair of Texas opened
The Golden Age for November 19, 1909.
week took up the cry. Dr. Edward Thompson, su
perintendent of the American Sunday League, is
doing a wholesome work in creating sentiment in
favor of Sabbath preservation.
One thing is certain —if the Fair officials in Texas
persist in defiantly desecrating the Sabbath there
will be a widespread boycott of the fair by the
Christian people of Texas.
They will not patronize the fair on any day.
Let the friends of God’s Sabbath east of the Mis
sissippi stand guard at the door of the sacred Sab
bath.
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The Killing of Carmack.
When the wires flashed the news of the killing
of Senator E. AV. Carmack it recalled to mind the
bloody death of the brilliant and brave Moffett in
Virginia, who ’a score of years ago gave up his
life in the cause of prohibition.
Then we remembered Roger Gambril and his
brother, shot down on the streets of Jackson, Miss.,
because of their fight against whiskey. Then Jim
and Will Harris were remembered, who perished
at the hands of the same kind of murderers on the
streets of Waco, Texas, and, again, we recall the
killing of Gonzales by Jim Tillman at Columbia, S.
C. These brave men, from their watch towers in
the pulpit or as editors, did not hesitate to use
their positions to warn people against the dangers
that threatened them. In giving these warnings
they were obliged to locate the danger and describe
it, or name it. For doing this they died. Died as
martyrs and their blood cries from the ground un
til now, not so much against the miserable tool
that did the shooting as against the accursed mon
ster known as the liquor traffic which sent the
hired assassins upon their bloody mission. The
evidence from Nashville has come to us very guard
edly. The dispatches call it “a street duel” in
the head lines, but the body of evidence shows a
deliberate waylaying of the victim by determined,
well-armed men. The attempt is made to justify
the shooting on the ground of self-defense, but it
matters not who fired the first shot, Carmack had
a right to fire it if he could. He knew these men
had come to kill him, and their greetings called to
mind their previous threats. The editorials in
‘‘The Tennessean,” which are alleged to have been
th cause of the killing, could by no sort of con
struction have justified even an assault and bat
tery or maintained a suit for libel, and if they
were accounted sufficiently abusive to be made the
cause of action of any kind, the Coopers were not
the men hurt by them. Governor Patterson and
Ex-Governor Cox are the really aggrieved parties,
but compared with the outrageous murder perpetrat
ed by those men the editorial denunciations were
trivial. This all shows that the killing of Car
mack, like those other assassinations, was the re
venge of the liquor business upon one who had
bravely and powerfully antagonized it, and who
was still maintaining the fight.
This is written for the editorial page but let me
say, don’t hunt up Will Upshaw and shoot him
from between his crutches, because he has fear
lessly fought not only the liquor traffic, but every
evil resulting from it. He will not see these lines
until he sees them in print I know he is brave
enough to endorse them all right, but they have
been penned by me in the quiet of my own study
this November 12, 1908.
JNO. L. D. HILLYER.
“Since Knoxville, Tenn., has gone dry it has in
creased its educational expenditures $38,000 over
what it spent last year under saloon rule.”
“Chief justice of the Maine supreme court has
declared liquor ads illegal.”
“At Hattiesburg, Miss., a carload of near beer
was confiscated by order of the district attorney,
A. G. McLaurin.” “Wish we had a few of his
kinfolks in Georgia.”—“The Georgia Issue.”
In accord with these utterances is a proposal
published in The Golden Age two years ago to the
effect, that we get our legislature to pass a law
declaring that all alcoholic drinks are contraband
of commerce, and not property, not protected from
trespass or theft, and not entitled to any of the
privileges of commercial commodities. That no
damages can be collected for injury to it, or the
package containing it. And no charges can be col
lected for handling it or transporting it.
These ideas are beginning to take root and bud,
as will be seen. Senator Knox, one of the best
lawyers in America and chairman of the senate
judiciary committee, in his report to the senate on
the legislation proposed to prevent inter-state
traffic in liquor, said that “no state had outlawed
liquor.” “That it was nowhere contraband, that
congress had no occasion to stop shipments when
the states simply forbade the sale of intoxicating
drinks.” We must get our legislators to declare
liquor contraband, and then we can knock it to
pieces and violate no law.
A Notable Georgia
The real patriot —that kind of citizen who loves
his country well enough.to study its problems and
its needs and rejoice in every sign
He Personally of their solution —will feel like
Solves The Race putting in his scrap-book the fol-
Problem. lowing editorial from The Atlanta
Georgian on “Deal Jackson, a Ne
gro Farmer.”
To people who live in Georgia, Deal Jackson has
been known for years as an object lesson to his
race —and to both races, as for that —but we are
glad to give our readers in other states an opportu
nity to study his example and give it to others
around them. The Georgian says:
For some years it has become almost a fixed
habit of the Georgia press to write an editorial on
Deal Jackson, the Dougherty county negro farmer.
For several years Jackson has produced, gathered,
and marketed the first bale of cotton.
If that was all of Deal Jackson’s achievement, it
would hardly be worth the editorial mention he gets.
The fact that he markets a first bale with steady
regularity year in and year out is a good news item,
and deserving of recording.
But Deal Jackson is something more than merely
the man who produces the first bale of cotton in
the state. Those who know this steady, earnest,
self-respecting, and respected negro say that he is
one of the best and most progressive farmers in the
state. By his own efforts he has amassed a fortune.
He owns hundreds of acres of fertile lands, culti
vated in the highest manner.
His farm is said to be a model for. all men who
till the soil. His farm, home, barns, farming utensils,
stock and other appurtenances of his profession are
said by competent judges to be the best money will
give. But, best of all, Deal Jackson is a clean,
straight-forward, law-abiding citizen, respected by
white and black alike. His word is as good as a
bond.
Deal Jackson is an every-day sermon to his race.
He has shown them what a colored man may do by
thrift, industry, and right living. He has shown
the world that there is no better place for the negro
than the South, and that he will not only prosper
when his energies are properly directed, but his
standing with the best white people will be above
reproach.
South Georgia has many negroes of Deal Jack
son’s class, and without exception they are pros
pering marvelously.
Henry Grady’s words in his greatest of all speech
es, at the University of Virginia, “Teach a man
that his sovereignty lies beneath his hat —link him
to a spot of earth,” applies perhaps with even great
er force to the negro than to the white man.
The negro, as a class, especially needs the an
chorage which a prosperous home —his own home —
alone can give. And whether he be as prosperous or
as prominent as Deal Jackson, never mind; “link
him to a spot of earth,” and he becomes at once a
stay and an encouragement to his careless or lawless
neighbors. They see that it is better to be a worker
and a home-owner than a shiftless, homeless loafer.
They see how much better it is to be trusted and
befriended by their white neighbors than to be
looked on with suspicion by white and black.
Deal Jackson has solved the race problem for him
self and his sensible, honest, industrious example is
solving it for thousands of others. God bless him
and all like him and make them more and more a
blessing to both races.
