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lhe Golden Age
(SUCCESSOR TO RELIGIOUS 10RUMY
Published Ebory Thursday by ths Golden Hgo Publishing
Company (Inc.)
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WILLIAM f>. UPSHS9W, - - - - Editor
MRS. G. 9. LINDSEY - - Managing Editor
LEM G. 9ROUGHTON - - - Pulpit Editor
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The Croaking Critics and Atlanta's
Tearless 'Recorder.
Occasionally —indeed, quite occasionally of late—
some meddlesome somebody who has an eye skinned
Broyles Is Busy and
the Rascals are Mad.
things ‘‘that you make soap
out of” concerning “the failure of prohibition in
Georgia.” They claim that, the violations of law
are open, many and flagrant and that almost noth
ing is done to stop these violators of the prohibition
law.
If the people outside of Georgia think nothing is
being done let them read the following from The
Atlanta Constitution, telling of the “near-beer”
opposition movement to defeat Recorder Nash
Broyles because of his “hot and heavy” fines
against against the lawabreakers.
Speaking of the movement Recorder Broyles said:
“No such rumors or anything that saloon men and
their allies can do will bluff me or deter me from
doing my duty. If a corruption fund is being raised
it can have no effect, for there is not a member of
council who can be influenced against me by any
such method. I have endeavored to enforce the
prohibition law by giving offenders the limit, and
that is the only way to break up the blind tiger
business. If small fines were imposed the blind tiger
men would willingly pay them in lieu of a license,
and they could afford to do so and make money. As
long as the prohibition law is on the books it will
be enforced in my court to the letter.”
And yet the critics continue to croak. Let them
if they must or “bust.” The worst thing they can
do is to misinform the people abroad and tempo
rarily help the cause of anti-prohibition—a cause
that can only prosper on greed and falsehood.
These brave words from Atlanta’s fearless Re
corder show the stuff he is made of, and there is
for spots on the prohibition
sun, comes out in some far
away paper with a pack of
The Golden Age for March 25, 1902.
Tennessee ’s Good Name Redeemed
At last the tension is broken and the wrought-up
public breathes with a sort of
The Cooper Verdict satisfied indignation over the
Sustains Majesty Cooper verdict for the killing
of the Law. of Senator Carmack.
The eyes of America were
on Nashville. With the Reelfoot Lake tragedy still
dripping with blood and reeking with shame and the
Carmack murder without provocation calling to high
heaven and outraged law, it was high time for the
courts to wake up and vindicate the good name of
Tennessee. There are thousands all over America—
millions we might say —who believe that the jury
should have brought in a verdict of “first degree.”
But this was hardly to be expected. The two edito
rials which were said to provoke the killing were
only brilliant pieces of raillery and did not reflect
one whit on the honor or character of the father of
the man who did the killing. They were such pieces
of newspaper criticism as might be expected in any
heated political campaign. Still, they were made
the pretext for the assault which looks from the
evidence, like a w 7 ell-laid plan to destroy the gallant
no man on earth who can beat Nash Broyles for
Recorder of Atlanta’s police court. The near-beer,
blind-tiger element might as well try to “dam up
the Nile with bulrushes” or blow up Gibraltar her
self as to try to shake this intrepid friend of law
and order from his stainless throne of justice and
power.
Lee ’s Immortal Triend.
J. William Jones,
Dr. J. Wm. Jones
Goes to the
“Eternal Camping
Ground.”
Ashby Jones, the beloved pastor of the First Bap
tist church in Columbus, Georgia, this grand old
Christian patriot, orator and author heard the
“Homeland” call of God on Wednesday evening,
the 17th of March. And when they called him dead
one of the truly great men of the South adn nation
had passed away.
Born at Louisa Court House, Va., September 25,
1836; educated at the University of Virginia and
the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary; or
dained to the ministry in 1860; entered the Confed
erate Army as chaplain; soldier of the cross to the
end as well as a soldier of his beloved South; close
friend of Lee and Jackson; author of “Christ in the
Camp,” i Life and Letters of Robert E. Lee,” and
several other historical works; promoter, of the
Battle Abbey, and guardian always of everything
pertaining to the sacred pathos of the Confederacy
and the glory of the South, and first of all and last
of all and through it all a loyal and able preacher
of the gospel of Christ —that is the simple outline of
the life story of J. Wm. Jones, who, with his con
secrated wife standing by his side in all of these
“mountain peak” services to his country and his
God, leaves to the world the rich legacy of five great
sons —four of them remarkably gifted and useful
preachers of the gospel.
Full of years and the golden fruitage of a won
derful life —thus to live, O sons of men, is life’s
supremest wisdom!
H *
Great Music Festival.
Atlanta is all agog and the people for hundreds
Come and Bask in a
Sea of Music!
modern masters of the musical world will be in At
lanta in a marvelous carnival of song and sound. It
will be the real dedication of the New Armory Audi
torium, which seats about seven thousand people.
Caruso, Remstadt, and other crowned beads among
the potentates of symphony, will call together the
preacher of the gospel and fa
mous chaplain and “Historian
of the Confederacy,” has
heard at last the reveille of the
skies with Stonewall Jackson
and Robert E. Lee. In the
home of his gifted son, Dr. M.
of miles seem to be getting in
the same condition over the
great May Music Festival.
On May 4th, sth and 6th the
champion of state-wide prohibition in Tennessee.
It would never have done for the Coopers to go free.
The outraged law demanded punishment and the
people, largely irrespective of partisanship, were
back of the law. But with a verdict of guilty and
a sentence of twenty years hanging over these poor
passion-led men, Tennessee says —the world says to
them: “You are murderers and you must suffer the
penalty of outraged justice. For the safety of so
ciety the brand of Cain is forever upon you.” And
again, the rights of the press have been sustained.
The keepers of community conscience and the build
ers of civilization ought to be allowed to criticize
those who are in league with legal confusion and
moral darkness without being in danger of the as
sassin’s bullet.
“The “vocal grave” of the chronic Carmack calls
to editors and courts and the juror’s conscience
everywhere. We sympathize the best we know how
with the men who have blackened the name of
Tennessee by dipping their hands in a hero’s blood,
but we rejoice with society and with the majesty of
the law that the good name of Tennessee has been
redeemed.
(§§3 (§§§)
lovers of music from all this section of the South.
The esthetic and inspiring influence of such a fes
tival on the thousands who attend will be beyond
computation. It will be worth a trip across the con
tinent to hear such music. Get ready to come.
Alex. 'Sealer in Atlanta.
Among the prominent visitors to the great Tab-
A Reporter Who
Preaches and a Preacher
Who Reports.
ville, who came at the
special request of Dr. Broughton to report the pro
ceedings for the public press. Everybody knows who
knows anything that Alex Bealer was the star repor
ter on the Atlanta Journal for about a decade of
brilliant newspaper work before he entered the min
istry. But his love for the pencil and the tablet
and his remarkable gifts for catching the attractive
features of a story or a convention have never left
him. It is universally admitted that no man’s re
ports of the Georgia or the 'Southern Baptist Con
ventions ever equaled the naturalness, the brightness
and the popular charm of this master of the quill.
Mr. Bealer’s “Clippings from the Ancient Press,”
a modernized newspaper story of Old Testament
events, were among the most popular productions
that have ever appeared in The Golden Age, and we
have asked him to give us some New Testament sto
ries on the same original line. We are sure that
thousands of our readers will join us in saying: We
hope he will.
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Ocilla Finds a Way.
We know if any community in all the land could
Near Beer Dealer
Outwitted and
Shut Up.
tired of the dispensations of the
dispensary, and had it closed by special act of the
■Legislature, the city council of Ocilla refused to sell
the liquor left over (commercial value about $800),
and carried it outside of town and poured it in the
branch (cruel on the tadpoles), thus teaching their
children a moral lesson that will live and bless them
for generations. That’s the kind of stuff the Ocilla
citizens are made of.
Now read the following letter from Rev. W. J.
Barton, who has been a “booze tighter” some on his
own hook down in those parts, and see how Ocilla
outwitted and outlawed the “near-beer” business
there:
Editor of The Golden Age:
I have been reading so much in the papers about
the trouble that different towns are having with
“near-beer,” that I thought I would give you Ocil
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ernacle Bible Conference
which closed last Sun
day night was Rev. Alex
W. Bealer, of Thomas-
find away to knock out the near
beer devilment it would be the
royal town of Ocilla, Georgia.
Some years ago when they got
