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The Golden Age
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build THE GREATER GOLDEN AGE.
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A Joy-Pfde Ends In Gruesome Death.
A gasp of horror burst from the throat of every
Atlantan Sunday morning when their eyes fell on
the startling newspaper head-
Hurled to Eternity
By Machine of a
Friend.
cost this prominent, useful
man his life was so cruelly unnecessary it makes his
death seem only the more unbearable. And we are
filled with a nameless dread that many other such
accidents will attend the automobile races in Atlanta
if some steps can not be taken to prevent the fanat
ical “joy-riding.”
TVe are willing to admit that there is a fascina
tion in speeding a machine; perhaps a frenzy of in
toxication is generated by the swift flight over the
smooth miles of macadam, but in Heaven’s name we
plead with motorists to have some regard for human
life, and to use at least some small atom of precau
tion before hurling a hapless soul into eternity. It
lines announcing the tragic
and awful death of Harvey An
derson. The accident which
The Golden Age for November 11, 1909.
HOBSON’S ALA BAN A
The notable address delivered by Capt. Richmond
P. Hobson, at Montgomery, Ala., on October 28th,
deserves a place among the classics.
Insure the His appeal to the voters of Ala-
Future by bama, calling on them to declare out
Building and out for Constitutional prohibi-
Wisely Today, tion, was sane, sensible and pro
foundly practical.
Alabama has already won much fame by reason of
her decisive attitude with reference to the enforce
ment of the prohibition law, and the adoption of
Constitutional prohibition, will place her as the first
radiant, flawless gem on the bosom of fair Dixie
land. All the South is standing on tip-toe, watching
in breathless eagerness for the line-up that will de
cide forevermore the destiny of John Barleycorn in
Alabama.
As long as some men love money more than morals,
so long will they, as legislators, be purchasable "with
a price; and just so long will the vital force and
influence of Constitutional prohibition be dissipated
and deferred.
What blind idiocy it is for men —real men, bearing
the stamp and mold of Omnipotent workmanship
in body, brain and brawn, to loiter along the way
side that leads to progress, culture and consecra
tion, just to gather the Devil’s rag-weeds and drink
his dirty brew. Surely, Israel with all their love
for the leeks of Egypt and their murmurings in the
wilderness, could not have been more pitifully weak
and blind than the fathers of today, who are selling
the souls, minds and bodies of their sons and their
sons’ sons into bondage more terrible and oppressive
than ever a king of Egypt wielded over his cring
ing subjects. What are a few paltry dollars in
revenue, or a few pennies less in tax when compared
with the soul and life of a boy? What compensation
can you offer that child, who must bear through
life a physical deformity or some mental deficiency,
because of your beastly appetite?
The Weakest Wail of All.
Shame on the men who meet a great moral issue
on which the safety of present and future genera
tions hang with decision and patriotism biased by
any selfish motive, but double shame on the man
is criminal, nay, worse than criminal for a man to
disregard the laws governing the use of a public
highway at any time; and it is fiendish to race out
into the fog and darkness of midnight, without so
much as a light to warn the fellow travelers on a
common road. What is the “joy-ride” of a moment
when compared with the agony of heart that it may
leave in its wake?
We are profoundly shocked and grieved over the
untimely death of Mr. Anderson. We wish that we
might speak some word of comfort into the stricken
heart of his dear wife. May God bless and sustain
her through this trying hour.
We earnestly implore automobilists everywhere to
let the untimely death of this noble man of Atlanta
be a perpetual and never relaxing hand of restraint
upon the throttle, lest the anguish of spirit which is
worse than death shall come to you, as it has come
to Dr. Crawford, the friend and neighbor of his un
fortunate victim.
"Lifting the Light.”
It is a great thing to live in the thought and life
of a man or woman who is blessing the world. In
The Gentlewoman I find a
Mothers and Teachers
Who are the Strength
and Inspiration of
America.
“I suppose ” said a returning American on board,
looking at the great statue of Liberty lifting high
her light, as the ocean liner entered the busy, crowd
ed harbor of New York, “that a foreigner, when he
first sees that, is struck by it as the symbol of Amer
ican opportunity and hope. That’s what Bartholdi
meant it for I know. But he builded better than he
knew, to my mind. I see all that in it, of course;
but to me it always stands for a great deal more.
tribute to mothers and
teachers that stirs the
blood. Read it and be stir
red and blessed again; then
pass it on:
who is little enough to crouch behind the skirts
of his wife to hide his own devilment, and in her
name raise the pitiful wail that if Constitutional
prohibition is adopted, "Our wives can’t even make
blackberry wine, or squeeze the juice of a few scup
pernong grapes for home use.” An investigation of
two such characters in one community, revealed
the fact that one of them had fifteen or more
barrels of blackberry wine, and the other twenty-five
barrels of scuppernong wine in reserve which they
had purposed to sell at a fancy price after the
saloons were closed up and put out of the way.
The Meaning of Constitutional Prohibition.
Capt. Hobson made very clear the value of Con
stitutional prohibition, as is shown in the following
paragraph:
“In the course of his address, Capt. Hobson mad?
the necessity for the amendment clear to all by de
claring that unless it is ratified the State may expect
that the liquor forces, encouraged by the result, will
move to reinstate the saloons through the medium
of the legislature. ‘lf it chooses to do so,’ he said,
‘the legislature can at its next session repeal all
the prohibition laws you have passed, undo all of
your great work for mankind, and put the saloon
back on every corner and at every cross road with
out consulting you. By the amendment it is made
so that prohibition can not be taken from you with
out a direct appeal to the people. The organized
liquor interests realize that this means the end of
their business in Alabama forever; therefore they
are moving heaven and earth to defeat this amend
ment. It is the last stand of a desperate and abso
lutely unscrupulous enemy. To say that any other
issue is involved shows lack of understanding.’ ”
The call to arms issued by this brilliant com
mander, carries a thrill of patriotism deep and pure
enough to grip and swing into line every clean
limbed liberty loving son of Alabama; and the
glimpse of glory, which concerted action can secure
for the glorious old State, should fire the zeal of
every laggard and speed his step to double-quick
until above the ballot box, the milk-white flag of
abiding prohibition shall float in God’s free air for
evermore the emblem of victory!
It stands to me for all the American women I know
who lift the light for others to live by.
“There was my mother. She brought up eight of
us children in a little, bare western town, and was
the elder’s wife in the church and sang in the choir,
and got up the town reading circle, and nursed every
sick neighbor in the place. They say Americans are
idealists and optimists. How anybody could have
helped being an idealist and an optimist that was
brought up by my mother, I can’t see; and she was
only one of thousands of her day and generation. I
believe America is full of just such mothers this
very minute, lifting the light wherever they are.
“Then my school-teacher —what she didn’t do to
us tow-headed boys and girls in that little school
isn’t worth doing. She mothered all the backward
and the sensitive ones and made us all sit up and
study and want to be valedictorians before we got
through. I never would have worked my way
through college if she hadn’t fixed it in my infant
mind that I must have all the education an American
boy is entitled to. America is full of teachers like
that, and that’s why it is the land of hope. Then,
since I’ve grown up and traveled about, and lived in
the East and West, and read the papers, I’ve come
across women who are the strength of all our chari
ties, who work in the darkness of our cities who
lift the light for whole communities in numberless
ways. As you look across America you can see
them. Every American man takes off his hat to such
women as Jane Addams or Helen Gould. Never
mind the women who aren’t any use, who are vain
and shallow and selfish. Os course there are plenty
of them. But the woman who lifts the light is the
representative American woman —I haven’t lived
forty years without finding that out. That’s why
Bartholdi’s statue looks more homelike to me every
time I get back from a trip abroad”; and he bared
his head with a loyal flourish as the big vessel swept
by the steadfast figure with its uplifted light.
