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The Golden Age
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Company (Inc.)
OFFICES: AUS7ELL BUILDING, ATLANTA, GA.
WILLIAM D. UPSHAW .... Editor
MRS. WILLIAM D. UPSHAW - Associate Editor
MRS G. 9. LINDSEY - - Managing Editor
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Holt and the Oklahoman.
We learn with positive delight that the brilliant
preacher and publicist, Dr. A. J. Holt, long of Texas
and Tennessee, and now of Oklahoma,
Brilliant has become editor of a great new paper,
Preacher The Baptist Oklahoman. This publica-
As Editor, is the outcome —the evolution of several
Comes to smaller papers, and the plan is to cover
His Own. that great new empire “like the dew”
with the new paper in its battle for Chris
tian activity, and civic righteousness.
Dr. Holt is a poet, an orator and a* powerful writer
—and, ladies and gentlemen, a fighter “from away
back.” Listen to the closing words of his salutatory:
“Our attitude toward the liquor traffic, whether
wholesale, retail, open saloon, illicit dive, back-room
drug-store, bootlegger, blind tiger or lodge locker,
is one of absolute, uncompromising, eternal antag
onism.” That is fighting “some.” We expect to see
The Aklahoman sparkle, “sizzle” and bristle every
week, and Oklahoma will be a greater empire be
cause of Holt and The Oklahoman.
Magath at Trinity.
Last Sunday, at Trinity M. E. Church, Atlanta, was
unique in the church life of the city in that it was
A Jew On
The Jews
And to the
Jews.
Emory College, spoke morning and evening, a special
invitation having been extended to the Hebrews of
the city to attend. A goodly number were seen in
the congregation. Dr. Magath’s theme at the morn
ing hour was “The Jew’s Contribution to the Salva
tion of the World,” and at night he spoke on “What
the Jew Knows of Christianity, and His Sources of
Information.”
The pity is that more such services are not held
in our Christian churches in the spiritual interest of
our Hebrew friends and neighbors.
The general reason given for lack of effort is:
“No use — it won’t do any good.”
But it will do good. Prof. Magrath has done great
good in his special mission to the Jews among us.
In New York there is a special church composed of
Hebrews who have been converted to Christianity,
and a similar one, we believe, in St. Louis. All over
the land, in our churches and in our ministry, there
are shining examples of the fallacy of the claim that
evangelistic work among the Jews is useless.
Rev. L. J. Ehrlich, whose work has been mentioned
before in these columns, has the record of over fifty
Jews whom he has had the unspeakable joy of lead
ing to acknowledge Christ as the true Messiah and
their personal Saviour.
The writer was in a meeting in Hot Springs, Ark.,
when two of these Jews were converted.
Painstaking patience, intelligent, consecrated
effort and “the love that never faileth” will win
thousands of Jews where fear and spiritual indolence
will do nothing.
Forget it not, ye children of the King, that but for
the life, ministrations and death of a JEW you would
be yet in your sins, "without hope and without God
in the world.” And that benign, matchless Hebrew
said to the woman at the well: “Saltation is of the
Jews/'
dedicated wholly to the work for the
Jews by a Jew.
Rev. Julius Magath, a highly cul
tured and deeply consecrated Chris
tian Jew, who was for a number of
years a member of the faculty of
The Golden Age for August 11, 1910.
AND LAGER REER
Somebody ought to condemn it —to fail would be
cowardice —we mean the beer-drinking feature of the
Lawmakers
and Their Host
Set Hurtful
Example.
But how can we, and keep conscience on top?
The facts are simple and undisputed. At the an
nual barbecue given by Hon. John Marshall Slaton to
the Georgia Lawmakers, “the House and Senate con
curring,” lager beer was furnished by the actual
barrel, and flowed like water “down the red lane” of
many legislators.
“Oh, but it was only a picnic, and everybody was
out for a good time. Nobody meant any harm by it.”
, That is the objection to this objection.
Yes —but they DID harm by it.
There were a good many thick tongues and there
was a good deal of revelry of the bacchanalian
type; and no man who drank that beer and followed
in the manifestations of its influence will dare to say
that he would wish his son of a dozen tender years
to be present and follow his father’s example.
“Puritanical interference with the personal liberty
of respectable gentlemen at a private function” an
swers the objector to this question.
Private? Not very. The Georgia Legislature is a
mighty public affair. The eyes of all the State —and
other States —are upon it, and the hurtful influence
of a beer-drinking barbecue strikes deeper and goes
wider than the participants imagine.
“But Jack Slaton is such a royal fellow —every-
body loves him —he knew the legislators expected it,
and he only meant to be a big-hearted entertainer,”
says the impatient objector to this objection, as he
raises his hand in deprecating gesture.
Alas! and that’s the pity of it. They had been led
by previous example to expect it. And it was expec
tation on the part of all, and inclination on the part
of many, of the “swigging” lawmakers that was grat
ified by the former Speaker of the House and the
present President of the Senate.
There is not a word in this protest about Jack
Slaton per se. An old schoolmate of whom we have
always been personally fond, we have rejoiced in his
spotless political record. An elegant gentleman, a
princely entertainer, a stainless legislator and an
unquestioned statesman, he wields an influence over
his fellow-legislators and constituents that is at once
a sacred call and a measureless opportunity to any
man. And we declare it frankly and sadly—that the
President of the Senate of Georgia could have given
this barbecue and others that have gone before it
for the entertainment of the lawmakers of the State
without tapping a barrel or even a bottle of beer.
It could have been done —it should have been done.
The progressive, hospitable people of Americus,
Ga., recently banqueted the Georgia Editors without
the sparkle of champagne or a single flagon of flow
ing wine. And there were no thick tongues, no un
steady steps, no unseemly revelry there.
Not beer, says our convivial objector, who drank
of the Cold Spring beer —not beer, but “near beer.”
It is to laugh! Who will honestly make that
claim? Was it not the “genuine article,” whose man
ufacture and sale were forbidden by the very legisla
ture over which the present President of the Senate
presided? Yes, and whose purchase in, or importa
tion into the State tends to the nullification of our
statutes and the trampling of our laws.
Honor bright—does not that whole beer-furnishing,
beer-drinking feature of these legislative barbecues
tend to make the participating legislators weak-kneed
and inert concerning the enactment and enforcement
of real, effective prohibition laws?
Let no man make the charge of ‘‘extremist” here
with the gratuitous pronouncement that “such ex-
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recent Slaton Barbecue to the
Georgia Legislature. We know it
will prove very unpopular to say
this, and the temptation is strong,
for the sake of being “agreeable”
and “harmonious,” to let it pass.
treme, Puritanical views hinder the growth of pro
hibition sentiment.”
One thing is true—it is right to turn a barbecue
picnic into a beer-guzzling tournament or it is not.
Which side do you take? Another thing is true
who will gainsay it? —the shame of Georgia at home
and abroad concerning the enforcement of her pro
hibition laws will not soon be lifted by the influence
of such beer-drinking barbecues among her law
makers!
“Oh, hush, you goose you!” our objector cries;
“don’t you know that every legislator who drank of
that beer, like every juror ‘who ate of the beef,’ will
bring in a verdict against you? Don’t you know that
the critics will criticise you, and possibly some
‘cussers’ will ‘cuss’ you? These things are custo
mary among the social leaders and lawmakers of our
land, and it is useless to ‘butt’ your head against a
rock wall.”
Or a keg of beer, either? Very well. But present
comments and consequences are not the personal
consideration of the writer —it is the matter of ulti
mate result on the custom. It is the custom we are
fighting. And every legislator who wants to set a
wholesome example for the youth of the country he
represents and the State he claims to honor ought
likewise to fight a custom which will plunge into a
disorderly life every boy who walks in the footprints
of his own legislator.
Gentlemen of the Legislature (the beer-drinking
ones, we mean), our quarrel is more with you than
with your big-hearted entertainer. Dear, genial,
magnetic Jack —he was only doing what he knew
you wanted him to do. What a fine example if you
had let the lager beer go untouched! It would have
been a safer and saner platform for your re-election
and for the youth of your State to stand on than all
the speeches you have made and all the votes you
have cast this year beneath the dome of Georgia’s
capitol.
All right about the cooling lemonade and the bar
becued beef and pig—all right about the exuberant
picnic spirit—all right about the enter-
Barbecues tainment of your friends and a day of
Are Fine — recreation —all right, maybe, about the
But Beer “cakewalk” perpetrated by legislative
Is Bad. celebrities, the rollicking songs, the
burlesque speeches and the merry
heart that doeth good like a medicine” —all “just for
fun” —this was festive, fine and fitting—but all wrong
the blear-eyed “boozing” of “persimmon beer” by the
Witenagemote of the State, the men who, whether
they are fit to be or not, can not escape the responsi
bility and the obligation of moral leadership before
the eyes of the YOUTH of Georgia.
The trouble is—the pity is that so many men who
become elevated into positions of prominence, either
by money or political preferment, seem to get the
idea that their prominence purchases for them im
munity from both responsibility and criticism in
social demeanor and private morals, when, as a mat
ter of fact, the very reverse is true. There is a good
old BOOK that says: “Os him to whom much is
given, much will be required.”
Good-bye, gentlemen of the Legislature and county
officers of Fulton. Remember, this charge is not
wholesale. It only applies to those
“Not My to whom it applies.
Curry Comb, As dear old Sam Jones used to
Bud, But Your say: “It’s not my curry comb, Bud,
Sore Back. but your sore back.” And if any of
you “get mad” and come back at
this Editor, who cherishes many warm personal
friends in your honorable body, everybody will know
that your back is sore.
All right, gentlemen—let’s have plenty more
merry barbecues, but, for the sake of the boys and
girls of Georgia today, tomorrow and in “tomorrow’s
tomorrow,” LET’S LEAVE OFF THE LAGER
BEER
