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The Golden A%e
Published Ebery Thursday by the Golden Age Publishing
Company (Inc.)
OFFICES: AUSTELL ’BUILDING, 'ATLANTA, GA.
WILLI A M D. UPS HA W - ■ - - Editor
MRS. WILLIAM D. UPSHAM ■ Associate Edi or
MRS G. S. LINDSEY - ■ Managing Editor
LENG 'BROUGnTON - • - Pulpit Editor
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7iy "Mother's "Bible.
My mothers’ Bible! In itself ’tis dear,
But doubly dear it is because her hands
Once turned its pages, and my mother’s eyes
Perused its heavenly message; as I hold
The time-worn volume and unloose its clasps
What hallowed inemories wake and speak to me,
What blest associaton of the past
Rebind long broken ties, and hold my heart
Fast with their magic power!
Out of this book
My mother drew great riches for her soul,
And shared with other souls the precious store.
There, at this fountain of immortal Love,
Whence flows the river of Eternal Life,
She quenched her spirit’s thirst; here, when the gloom
Os some great sorrow overcast her life,
She found sweet solace in her favorite psalm,
And light in darkness; evermore the face
Os her Redeemer and her Saviour smiled
Upon her from the pages of this book,
And as He spake her heart was comforted;
And evermore, no matter how the stress
Os daily life, its tumult and its toil,
Its grief, its varying hours of joy and pain,
Would thrust itself upon her, she would find
Leisure to read this holiest of all books,
In meditation’s sacred silence thus
Walking with God, and Him the Crucified.
Though many a year has vanished since her hand
Lay last upon this book, and hand and heart
Have moldered into dust,” yet, somehow, still
Her spiritual presence seems most near,
When in my hands I hold this treasured book;
Out of its pages, as I turn them o’er,
My mother’s eyes seem gazing into mine,
And a sweet voice, that sounds like hers, I hear;
Therefore, not only for itself alone,
But for these thoughts and memories as well,
Do I esteem this venerable book,
And reverently press it to my heart.
—CHARLES W. HUBNER.
Dewy Rose, Ga.
The Golden Age, Atlanta, Ga.:
Dear Mr. Upshaw—lnc'osed please find $1.50
for The Golden Age, per your special summer
offer. I can not do without it. Every home in
Georgia ought to read The Golden Age.
I believe if every boy and girl could read
your paper, there would be a great moral
change in old Georgia in the next twelve
months.
May the good Lord help you to continue to
fight old Booze till he will not have a place to
put his jug in the borders of our great Com
monwealth. Yours for good,
J. R. BOOTH.
The Golden Age for October 6, 1910.
A FEARLESS STATESMAN
Really, fellow citizens, we do not Intend to get
out a William J. Bryan Edition of The Golden Age
every week or two; but when that
Bryan
Breaks
With His
“Liquorized”
Friend
of Years.
his paper is POWER IN THE
LIFE AND PURITY IN THE STATE?
Mr. Bryan’s latest act that adds luster to the name
and fame of his moral greatness is his refusal to
support his old Democratic friend and political ally
for twenty years, Mayor Dahlman, of Omaha, Neb.,
who is the party nominee for Governor.
The great Commoner’s letter, stating his position
in the matter is couched in conservative but defi
nite language, and when he touches the point of
breaking with the friend of years for “principle’s
sake,” he reveals that delicacy of feeling, refinement
of nature and loyalty of heart which are a part of
his very being.
After stating in his letter that he will return from
a campaign tour of several States in time to speak
in behalf of Mr. Hitchcock, the Democratic candi
date for Congress and the State ticket, he writes
these inspiring words:
“In speaking for the State ticket, however, I shall
not be able to present any arguments in favor of
the election of Mr. Dahlman. His position on the
liquor question makes that impossible. I regret this
exceedingly, for he has been a political and personal
friend for twenty years and it w’ould give me plea
sure to speak for him if I could endorse the policy
for which he stands, but he has chosen to make the
liquor question the paramount issue and makes his
appeal on that issue. In spite of the fact that the
last Democratic State Convention voted down a dec
laration against county option by a vote of G3B to
202, he says that he will veto a county option bill
if passed, and in spite of the fact that the State
MEMPHIS MUZZLING THE DEVIL
The reproach of Memphis seems about to be taken
away. That great Tennessee metropolis of the
Mississippi Valley has seemed ut-
Stamping terly forgetful of the Biblical tru-
Out Open-Eyed ism that “a good name is rather
“Blind Tigers.” to be chosen than great riches.”
It has been a pitiful commentary
on citizenship and a tragic travesty on the morality
of municipal government to see how anarchy has
reigned while the city’s leaders —licentious lovers of
liquor “liberty” and licenses have welcomed the out
lawed saloons to their bosoms and acknowledged
themselves the unblushing guardians of these gate
ways to hell. But the Memphis Devil has overleap
ed himself. The saloons have been so open, so
shameless, so devilish and defiant that a great Law
Enforcement League has been formed to save the
city from its horrible plunge into anarchy. S. Walter
Jones, attorney for the League, has prepared a
terrific bill of allegations against 126 saloons, with
separate bills against the Peabody and Gayosa Ho
tels, asking for the closing of all those places on
the ground that they are a nuisance. It has been
a good while since we have seen an arraignment
more to “the queen’s taste” than the epitome of
these blistering bills.
“Chief among the averments of the bills and the
main points upon which the lawsuits are based are
as follows: That saloons have screens, fixtures and
equipment just as before the prohibition law went
into effect; that they are becoming public nuisances
by their open, continuous and notorious sales of
liquor on week days and on Sunday; that there is
no attempt on the part of the saloon keeper to con
ceal bottles, fixtures and equipment; that signs of
‘bar,’ ‘saloon’ and others of similar import are dis
played both by painted and electric letters; that
these public resorts are resorts for drunkards, gamb
lers, prostitutes and loafers; that minors, both girls
peerless, fearless statesman just
keeps on doing notable heroic things
—deeds that are electrifying lessons
in vital leadership and moral hero
ism, what is an editor to do, espe
cially when a part of the motto of
Convention endorsed the 8:00 o’clock closing law,
by a vote of 71 to 63, he announces that he will
sign a bill repealing it if such a bill is passed. He
is making his appeal on non-partisan lines with the
liquor question as the sole issue. His courage is to
be commended. It is an honest way of making a
campaign, although it compels him to separate him
self from friends who do not agree with him and
to rely for speech-making upon those, Democrats and
Republicans, who take his view of the subject.
“Possibly it is just as well to have the issue
clearly presented so that it may be settled this year
instead of two years hence. Troublesome as the
question is now, it would be even more embarrassing
if presented in 1912, when we have a presidential
election on hand. If Mr. Dahlman is elected it will
be a declaration by the voters of the State against
county option and against the 8:00 o’clock closing
law. If he is defeated it will be a declaration in
favor of county option and in favor of 8:00 o’clock
closing law. In other words, the voters now have
an opportunity to decide whether the State shall
go backward or forward on the liquor question. To
present arguments in favor of going backward would
not only contradict what I have already said on the
subject, but would embarrass me in the fight that I
expect to make hereafter to save our party from
the odium of being the representative of the liquor
interests.”
Os course, Mayor Dahlman, like any other man
who is dominated by the whiskey idea and the
whiskey element, dees not take kindly to Mr.
Bryan’s anti-liquor position, and comes back at him
through the press with a defiant prophecy of liquor
ized victory. But we believe he is mistaken. It is
getting too late for a civilized State like Nebraska
to elect a man as Governor, the chief plank in whose
platform is saturated with liquor.
William J. Bryan is beginning in “dead earnest”
and with roseate prospects his campaign for the
nation-wide banishment of the saloon.
and boys, are sold liquor in violation of all the prohi
bition laws of the State; that in some of the saloons
gambling houses are maintained in connection with
the drinking rooms; that prostitutes, and oftentimes
society women, frequent these places to eat, drink,
and gamble; that the saloons are provided with
Federal licenses for liquor selling; that although the
Attorney General has produced sufficient evi
dence, the grand jury will not indict and on nu
merous occasions has made a joke of the efforts
to bring indictments against the illegal liquor sellers;
that officials in high station openly oppose the pro
hibition laws; that the policemen of Memphis know
of the illegal sales of liquor, that they drink at
the saloons gratis; that the liquor sellers do not
have a local license allowing them to sell liquor,
but that upon the payment of certain sums, are given
a receipt which allows them to sell in violation of
the laws; that Memphis, on account of this whole
sale violation of the laws, is becoming an undesirable
place in which to reside and conduct business, and
that this failure to observe the laws invites crimi
nals to come to the city in large numbers and
makes the city an unsafe place to live; finally that
liquor selling is getting to be a public nuisance and
a menace to the community, and that the only re
course and adequate remedy is by interposition of the
injunctive power of the court of equity, hence com
plainants pray for an injunction restraining defend
ants from running saloons.”
We knew it would come. Given full sway the sa
loons will ultimately hang themselves in any com
munity.
Every saloon in Memphis, Savannah, Mobile and
Montgomery and every other fragment of “dry”
territory, is a galling argument for prohibition. Every
blind tiger or open violation is but the devilish child
of some former legalized saloon. If the saloon had
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