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The Golden Age
Published Ebery Thursday by the Golden Age Publishing
Company (Inc.)
OEHCES: AUSTELL ’BUILDING, ATLANTA, GA.
WILLIA V O. UPSHAW - - - - Editor
MPS. WILLIAM D UPSHAW - Associate Editor
MPS G. &. LINDSEY - - Managing Editor
LEV G VPOUG TON - - - Pulpit Editor
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additional postage
Entered in the Post Office in Atlanta, Ga.
as second-class matter
The Contest Is On.
The entries are coming in and the fun is begin
ning. Are you entered? No? Well, get entered.
You have always heard, of course, that “the early
bird catches the worm,” but there are no worms in
this race, not even hook-worms; they can’t stand the
hustle that the contestants are putting on, and have
gotten off The Golden Age contest train to wait for
the “slew coaches” who aren’t going to travel the
speedy route to Happyville.
The contest manager has a new announcement to
make that will bring joy to the hearts of the indi
vidual contestants. Owing to the fact that most of
the schools and colleges had closed, or were in the
midst of the confusion attending commencement be
fore the contest was launched, he has decided, on
account of the many requests received, to withhold
all entries competing for the collective prizes until
the fall term arrives and the schools and colleges re
open, giving them an equal chance in this part of the
contest.
Os course, any church, Sunday-school, society or
other organization can work for and secure any of
the prizes still. But for them to do this it will be
necessary for the individual members of said organi
zation to throw their subscriptions together and let
them count for their protege instead of for the indi
vidual.
Nor will they be debarred from winning a baby
grand piano, for we are making the special offer of a
McPhail baby grand piano, from the Wester Music
Company, for the securing of only 1,000 subscrip
tions. And if you don’t quite reach this splendid
prize, you can’t lose, as handsome prizes are sta
tioned all along the course, and everybody wins
something worth while, except the laggard who is
too lazy to reach the ten-mile post.
Os course the SI,OOO in gold is the plum that will
always hang at the top of the bush for any individ
ual, or body of individuals banded together, who
send in as many as Two Thousand Subscriptions to
The Golden Age.
Boys and girls just out of school can make their
vacation time mean something to them. Remember,
the longer you wait the more people there are ahead
of you and the less chance you stand to win just
what you want before the contest closes.
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Lobe Wakes a Proberb.
It is a great thing to be the “daddy” of a real
proverb. Dr. J. F. Love, of Dallas, Texas, is “IT.”
During the recent meeting of the
“Overfed Men Southern Baptist Convention in Bal
and timore he was making a vigorous
Underdressed speech on the work of the Home
Women.” Mission Board in the great and
growing cities of the Southwest,
when he startled everybody by suddenly exclaiming:
“Our chief dangers lie in the overfed men of our
cities and in the underdressed women to be seen
daily in our theaters.”
Now, that is a modern proverb worth while. It
blazes and blisters. It tells a truth that is pitiful
and piggish on the part of many epicurean men, and
a truth that is awful and disgusting on the part of
many women. An “overfed man” is a putrid pig,
while an “underdressed woman” is a worldly, wan
ton, wicked shame!
The Golden Age for June 9, 1710.
NRWNAN’S "GRAND OLD MAN"
We measure our words when we declare that we
don’t believe Georgia—indeed, all America —ever
gave to the world a better man
R. D. Cole, than R. D. Cole, Newnan’s “grand
Philanthropist, old man” —artisan, builder and
GOES “HOME” Christian philanthropist, who has
To God. “gone Home” to God at the ripe
old age of ninety years.
Founding the R. D. Cole Manufacturing Company
when he was a young man, he and his brother, Mat
thew Cole, built up a large fortune and kept a spot
less name.
His honored brother went to the Better Land sev
eral years ago, and “Uncle Duke,” as everybody
loved to call him, stood alone by the new-made grave
of his good old wife during the last years of his re
markable life, and looking through his tears of faith
and love, gleaming like the rainbow promise of God,
he sang in his heart:
“On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand
And cast a wishful eye.”
His heart was tender, his words were gentle, and his
white hair and blessed face, shining with the dawn
of Heaven’s light, made him look like a Patriarch of
Israel —a veritable Prophet of the skies.
His purse strings were always loose, and he re
joiced to make the world better with the money he
had earned through the labor of his hands while he
wrought “in partnership with God.”
The writer will never forget how the Georgia Bap-
I The Real and the Ideal.
Sv Will D. Upshalp.
J I will live in a realm of fancy, i
I will bask in a land of song— /
On a sea of bliss I will feel the kiss '
' Os the winds that waft me along— <■
I will paint in brightest colors
The PRESENT —tho’ drear its wings,
. I will blend the REAL with the IDEAL,
j, And thank God for the joy itbr jy
Atlanta and Prohibition.
Here is the best possible refutation of the fre
quent claim that prohibition is causing a vast
amount of money to be sent out of
Outstripping Atlanta. The latest statistics show
Whiskeyized that the Money Orders issued by the
Cities Twice Atlanta Post Office are $775,000, and
Her Size. that the Money Orders paid are
$2,225,000. When it is considered
that the Money Orders for all purposes sent out of
Atlanta are not one-third of the money orders re
ceived, then we are not going into Bankruptcy on
this account very fast.
It is the same old story of the enemies of prohibi
tion and good government—they make wild asser
tions beforehand as to the havoc which prohibition
will play with the commercial side of a community,
and then, when it comes, they do their best to prove
their wicked prophecy true.
The fact that Atlanta, with 150,000 population,
will pile up this year postal receipts and a building
record equal to, if not surpassing either New Or
leans or Louisville, each with a population nearly
twice as large, shows that Atlanta is gloriously pros
pering under the reign of prohibition.
Georgia 9 s Nelv Commissioner,
Some weeks ago, when Prof. M. L. Brittain was
offered the presidency of Shorter College, we ex
hausted our supply of adjectives and
It is enthusiasm in an editorial of commen
ce reat dation.
Britain” Now that he has been appointed by
Indeed. Governor Jos. M. Brown as School Com
missioner of Georgia, to succeed Prof.
Jere M. Pound, we have nothing left to say but this:
If Governor Brown had searched America—or combed
his province of Georgia with a fine-tooth comb, he
tist Convention was thrilled when this wise, good
man’s pastor, Dr. J. S. Hardaway, announced from
him a gift of Twenty Thousand Dollars to Mercer
University. Neither can we forget the last time he
visited the office of The Go den Age. Accompanied
by his nephew, Mr. “Matt” Cole, and leaning on his
staff, he said: “Well, my boy, I got your letter, and
I just decided I would come up and bring you a hun
dred dollars to help you with those girls you are
trying to educate at Forsyth.”
But thousands of his benefactions were never
known, and shadows were lifted, homes brightened
and struggling young lives blessed all over the sec
tion where the news of his death brings a universal
sorrow like the going of the “Father of his people.”
No wonder Newnan is in tears. No wonder that
throngs beyond its capacity gathered in and around
the Central Baptist Church—the temple of beautiful
white marble which had been erected largely by
him and his noble nephews who survive him, to
showei’ their flowers and their tears upon his bier.
His death was like the calm, sweet going down of
an evening sun, to rise and shine again with new
and infinite brightness in the Paradise of God.
And—
“As over the valleys, the mountains and plains,
Tho’ the sun hath departed, a glory remains” —
so the radiance of the beautiful, wonderful life of
“Uncle Duke” Cole leaves the light of Heaven in our
hearts and call us to nobler Christian living.
could have found few equals and NO SUPERIORS
to the Christian scholar and statesman-educator,
Martin Luther Brittain. He will grandly adorn the
high position and inspire the youth of the State.
Southern Methodism Orthodox.
We feel it worth while to make at least brief men
tion of the recent action of the Southern Methodist
Conference in electing an editor for
A New The Nashville Christian Advocate. Dr.
Editor G. B. Winton, who for several years has
at been editor, failed of re-election be-
Nashville. cause of his “unorthodox” views, par
ticularly those relating to the miracles
of the Old Testament, and, if we understand rightly,
the Deity of Christ. While we admire his manly
farewell statement, still we feel that the tendency
of his views is in the wrong direction, and are com
pelled to commend the' Conference in safeguarding
the great truths upon which our common Christian
ity rests. While we entertain only the kindest feel
ing for Dr. Winton, yet we believe that it is better
that he should be required to sever his connection
with the paper than that the rising Methodist min
istry should be swerved in the least from the plain
paths in which the hosts of God have traveled
through all the blessed, conquering years.
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A Cruel blunder.
There was no excuse for it under the sun. And the
Local “committee” that would not allow the Negro
delegates at the World’fe Sunday-
The Color school Convention to march in the
Line Drawn at mammoth parade through the
The Wrong streets of the nation’s Capital
Time. committed a cruel blunder which
can not be justified by any con
ception of Christianity.
Among those who publicly protested was W. N.
Hartshorn, the golden-hearted publisher of The
Youth’s Companion, a man gentle in his nature and
warm and unselfish in every throb of his great, true
heart. And he had a right to protest. It was simply
a parade for the inspiring display of Sunday-school
endeavor. It had no social significance. There were
delegates there from nearly half a hundred coun
tries. Some were from Africa. What if, with these,
were some of their brethren of America, only
a few generations removed? Under their different
flags they were to march, emphasizing the world
wide scope of the Sunday-school work. In heaven’s
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