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The Golden Age
(,SDCCESSOH TO RELIGIOUS TORUS. f)
Published “Lbtry Thursday by the Goldtn &ge Publishing
Company ( Inc .)
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WILLICM V. UPSHZ9W. - Editor
JTKS. G. 9. LINDSEY - - Managing Editoi
LLN G. BROUGHTON - - - Pulpit Editor
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<TRAOCCOUNCIL >
The Christmas-Tide.
What would we do without ‘ ‘ Christmias-time V ’
It is the Mecca of our annual joys—and since child
hood days the time between Christ-
It Brightens as
It Blesses
Everywhere!
stockings and family reunions—how rosy the realm
wherein they reign!
How beautiful the Faith, how warm the Love,
that glorifies the Christmas season, making it suggest
ive of all that it ought to mean! But how tragic
and sacriligeous the custom that blurs and blights
the Christmas tide with revelry and dissipation!
We knew a good man who, in his early years heard
an irreverent young fellow say in a saloon as he
lifted a glass to his lips: “ Here’s to the Babe of
Bethlehem l”
The blood runs cold at such godless irreverence.
Away, away with such a “celebration’ ’ of Christ
mas —and all its kindred irreverence! Celebrate by
worship and deeds of kindness. Why not let every
temple of worship be opened on Christmas day and
let sermon and song blend with the angelic chorus
that rang out from Judean skies: ' l Glory to God
in the highest, and on earth, peace, good will to
ward men!”
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Our Great Nelv Story .
We told you so —and our promise is redeemed.
In this issue of The Golden Age we begin what we
“The Limit
of
The Line.”
own special and popular story-writer, Mrs. Odessa
Strickland Payne, and her brilliant son, Lamar
Strickland Payne. Mrs. Payne needs no introduc
tion to our readers. For more than a year they have
hung entranced on her masterful blending of fact,
force, fancy and fiction in “ Esther Ferrall’s Exper
iment” and “The Mission Girl!’’—drinking in
11 like thirsty oxen the cooling stream,” her creative
genius in cogent thought and beautiful expression.
They have seen her take characters she has known
in real life and make them dream and love and
work and conquer under other names and in other
tongues.
And now in “The Limit of the Line,” her own
engaging genius is to be reinforced by her own gift
ed son who looks and lives and talks and writes as
if he, himself, had suddenly stepped out of one of
the master books of Jane Porter —or better still
from the brain, heart and soul of Odessa Strickland
Payne. Long has he been laying by in store for
such a time as this —ripe and ripening for his win
ning entree into the world of those who love to think
and read and bless.
The entire family of The Golden Age readers
stand with uncovered head and give a Christmas
Chautauqua salute to “The Limit of the Liiie”!
mas and Christmas, tho’ then
seeming an aean and an age, has
been the “measure of our exist
ence.” Santa Claus, Christmas
believe will prove to be one of the
greatest stories from a southern
pen in this generation. Indeed, it
is from two southern pens—for it
is a collaborated serial from our
The Golden Age for December 24, 1908.
HALF HOLIDAY NEXT WEEK.
Printers, Editors and “devils” all will take a half holiday during
Christmas week.
Only a half issue—an eight page paper will be issued next week
—carrying our advertisers and, among other things, our new story
which begins this week.
Jester *s Great Opportunity .
Georgia loses to Oklahoma and that groat new Em
pire of the West is more fortunate than she now
Going to
Conquer
Oklahoma.
While he is a preacher of richness and power and
loves the pastorate in which he has been so highly
successful, this stalwart young leader in the field of
Christian education proved himself such an organ
izer and a “mover” in the recent successful cam
paign for the endowment of Mercer University that
he “laid himself liable” to the demands of such
leadership elsewhere, and it was only natural that
the new state of Oklahoma should have heard of
him, found him and captured him to lead the forces
of Christian education in that great new empire.
Unformed in many of its ideals and its move
ments and almost infinite in its possibilities, Okla
homa offers to a young man of Jester’s high and he
roic mold an opportunity, as Henry Grady used to
say, that “dazzles the mind of man to compre
hend.”
The Editor of this paper has known John R. Jes
ter since he was a climbing'“ Prep ”at college. He
didn’t get together the finest library on Mercer’s
campus “all for naught.” He is one of the best
equipped men that Georgia has given to the world
in this generation and he carries this equipment to
Oklahoma, determined to consecrate it to the great
work of “winning the West” for the vital cause of
Christian education. And he does not go alone.
His wife, Mrs. Annie Perry Jester, daughter of that
scholarly preacher, Dr. J. W. Perry, of Winder, Ga.,
is a woman of culture and consecration —just the
kind of a woman to be the wife of a college presi
dent. And last' —and perhaps to be greatest of all —
little Perry Northen Jester (namesake of Georgia’s
great Christian citizen, ex-Gov. Wm. J. Northen),
carries to his new home much of Georgia’s heart
wrapped about him.
Then here’s to the trio of Jesters, who will be not
“jesters” but conquering workers in winning Okla
homa for God and His cause.
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Knight Hack In His Kingdom.
What a blessing—what an inspiration to secular,
daily journalism that Lucian L. Knight is back in
A Blending of
Grady
and Graves.
York American for William Randolph Hearst.
And as little as you think of it—ye at a distance
who may not know —Lucian L. Knight suffers not in
comparison with John Temple Graves or even Henry
W. Grady. He has about him a magic something
that seems to blend the brilliant imagery and soul
ful genius of the two. For years he sat in the
chair of Grady on The Constitution, and now there
is none fitter —indeed, none left in Georgia quite sr
fit —to wear the purple of Graves on The Georgian
as L. L. Knight! Orator, historian -tor, Chris
tian, he stands well-nigh alone in t! egal splen
dor of his commanding personality a. • inspiring
beauty of his spotless life.
Congratulations, Mr. Seely and The Georgian—
understands. John R. Jester, sec
retary of the Georgia Baptist Edu
cation Board, has gone to Black
well to become President of the
Baptist College of Oklahoma.
his kingdom of editorial work!
He is with The Atlanta Georgian,
communing with the “departed
spirit” of John Temple Graves,
who is “Americanizing” the New
@§§) f§!s)
you have journeyed far to the Transvaal and
brought back its brightest gem!
It
Dr. Uroughton’s Christmas.
Some people set aside Christmas week for hav
ing “a good time.” Indeed, most people do —but
there are different kinds of “a
He Spends It
Working
For Humanity.
sand people every Sunday in his
pulpit and to countless thousands through his ser
mons in The Golden Age, makes his holiday season
a work-a-day time for the good of suffering human
ity. He dedicates the week that ought to be the
happiest and best of the year to the blessed work
of fighting the shadows with sunshine and pouring
the Balm of Gilead into hearts and bodies of pain.
Read his Christmas Appeal published elsewhere
in this issue. His new Tabernacle Infirmary is an
honor to Atlanta and a blessing to the South —for
while the finest medical skill in the land is given
and people who want the best that money can buy
can get all they want, the Tabernacle Infirmary
opens its arms of love and mercy to all alike, and
for the lack of money no suffering one is ever turned
away.
There is no more beautiful work in all the world
than administering to suffering humanity as Dr.
Broughton’s Infirmary does —carrying healing for
the body and balm for the soul in the Redeemer’s
name.
Turn and read his then, reader, you
send him a letter that will help to brighten his
Christmastide while he is blessing others.
It is a fine way to spend Christmas.
H l?
Tite *s Great Tight.
A few more like him will save the state! Judge
Fite, of Cartersville, has been sustained by the
Court of Appeals in his decision
Judge Arthur Grey Powell concurring, has handed
down the far-reaching decision that the beer dealer
must prove that his beer is not intoxcatng, whereas
the burden of proof has heretofore rested upon the
state to prove that it is intoxicating. In other
words, the sale of any malt liquors is against the
law, and the “near-beer” dealers will have to go.
Os course they will kick and squirm and buck and
“snort,” but one by one and dozen by dozen they
will shut up shop and quit.
Judge Fite is good at “starting a spirit” -anyhow
—yes, and finding “spirits” on merry mischief
bent. A merry-making mountaineer rdered a box
of whiskey in bottles shipped to Cartersville, in
tending to peddle it fa*- and wide among the coun
try boys. . But 7 7 S* e don’t wait, thank you,
vintil he sits down .*e wrapped in the
judicial ermine of state to do his duty as a dignified
but he has a weather eye out for evil-doers
th»> time. We think he “sorter browses around”
the express office just to see if there are any evi
dences of blind tigers “breaking out”—and he
didn’t do a thing but confiscate that box of Christ
mas liquor and break up “the devil’s tea party ”
Bravo, Judge Fite! May your tribe increase!
good time.” Dr. L. G. Broughton,
the great Atlanta preacher, who
speaks to more than three thou-
Bravo,
Cartersville
Judge!
that the sale of all malt liquors is
a violation of the Georgia prohibi
tion law. The Court of Appeals,
Judge Ben H. Hill presiding and
