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The Golden Age
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as second-class matter
Those Mighty March Gatherings.
Think of it, ye who hunger and thirst after
mental and spiritual pabulum—think of Bishop
Kilgo and G. Campbell Morgan in
Bishop Atlanta for the first twenty days of
Kilgo March! There will be many other
and great preachers and teachers, but
Campbell these are the “acknowledged stars”
Morgan. —Bishop Kilgo, every day at the
great Wesley Memorial Conference
on Evangelism, March 3-12, and G. Campbell
Morgan, twice a day at Dr. Broughton’s fa
mous “Tabernacle Conference,” March 10-20.
Bishop John C. Kilgo, of North Carolina, is
a magnetic marvel in the pulpit, while Camp
bell Morgan, a Titan in intellect and logic, is
regarded as the greatest Bible expounder in
the world. For all preachers, teachers and
Christian workers who come those twenty days
will mean a “liberal education” and an ever
lasting inspiration.
William J. Ury an On Lofty Plane.
“Blessed by the Baracas!” Every Church,
Sunday School and community can say it
wherever this inspiring organ-
Charms ization of “young men for
Baracas on young men,” is in full flower.
“The Price of And one of the greatest bless-
A Soul.” ings of the year, which the
Baracas have brought to the
young men of Atlanta, was the masterful lec
ture of William J. Bryan on “The Price of a
Soul.”
Several thousand people went through a
rain to hear him on the night of February 14th,
and it was indeed a Valentine on a lofty plane.
The “Great Commoner” was in fine form
and out of a sermon-like subject he developed
a psalm of eloquence and a song of beauty
and blessing.
The temptations that beset and so often de
stroy those who are ambitious for money and
fame were handled as only the great American
can, while he showed with startling clearness
how, in the words of Tom F. Mcßeath—
“Once again within God’s temple do the
thieves divide their gold,
And for less than thirty pieces daily Christ '
the Lord is sold.” j
But, after all, it was “the man behind the 1
gun”—the man in the speech that kept you :
thrilled with the thought: “He is the thing
he is teaching—he is one man—one Christian
statesman who has not made merchandise of
his soul.”
Bryan on a lofty plane! He was just him
self—and that is always on a lofty plane.
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Prom 'Blairsbille.
Hello, friends!. We enjoy the weekly visits
of The Golden Age more than pen or tongue
can express. May it prosper as the years go
by. Sense and sentiment are wonderfully
blended in your editorials. Success.
MR. and MRS. J. N. LUNSFORD.
The Golden Age for February 23, 1911.
HARVARD *5 EVERLASTING SHAME
e are surprised at Harvard—we are
ashamed of Harvard! She has shown that
she loves new buildings and en-
A Wart dowment regardless of how
On Her Nose they come. For the sake of
And A his blood-stained gold, she has
Cancer On suffered a great new building
Her Face. on her historic campus to be
named for the “boss” brewer
and saloon defender of America.
There is no excuse for it—Harvard could
have lived without it. She has lowered her
ideals, blurred her beauty, dimmed her glory
and shocked universal decency by accepting in
marriage the hand of a man who, seeking
respectability for himself by the unholy alli
ance, branded his bride on their nuptial day
with a wart on her nose and a cancer on her
face.
“Adolphus Busch Hall” is the name of that
wart that will spread into an eating cancer.
Not without some patriotic impulses, it was
natural that the notorious brewer should wish
to do something ostensibly noble in the name
of his brethren from the Fatherland on the
Rhine, and the “Germanic Museum” is the
result.
Now, we have never been “cranky” on the
subject of “tainted money.”
We have thought with that quaint philoso
pher, Dr. J. B. Gambrell, that if a man who has
won his money by “tainted” methods would
just let it pass through our hands to some
worthy cause we would take the “taint” off.
The money itself is not tainted. It was
coined from the same mint that has at once
brought comfort to the living and honor to
the dead. It is folly, of course, to talk of
going through a public offering and purging it
from the coins that have sometimes been
touched with infamy or paid the price of
shame.
But connivance at tainted methods, collu
sion with the tainted promoter, CROWNING
THE TAINTED MAKER—that, THAT con
stitutes the social and moral crime!
And if Harvard has not crowned a TAINT
ED MONEY-MAKER in naming one of its
principal building in honor of a man whose
only distinction has come from the money he
has made in debauching humanity, buying
law-makers and defying' our government —then
ethics have lost their meaning and the Devil
is an Angel of Light.
e disclaim anything especially personal
or bitter toward Mr. Busch, in this arraign
ment. In this particular instance Harvard is
the guiltier of the two. If we were in the
brewer’s place we would want to do as he
has done. (We would want our name linked
to something better than a brewery). He was
doubtless “raised ’ that way, but it was the
duty of a great rudder of civilization like Har
vard University to teach the Big Brewer and
all America that his “raising” has been bad!!!
Going the rounds of the press we find the
following powerful words that burn and blis
ter —words whose anonymous author ought to
be sought out and “decorated” by Mr. Car
negie, as one of the editorial heroes of the
year. Hear him:
“Never in the history of polluted bid
ding for respectable approbation has there
been erected a more magnificent monu
ment to the pitiless outraging of the weak
than will be this splendid Beer Hall.
“To its own cost will it stand a monu
ment. * 1
“But where is he who shall declare him
self able to compute the cost? <
“Will not its furnishings represent the i
energy of broken-spirited women toiling 1
over washtubs because the wage-earner
habitually patronized a beer saloon? ;
“Will not its fittings represent the him- 1
ger of crying children whose fathers pass
ed the bread shop for the beer saloon?
“Will not its decorations represent the
exposure of thousands of little feet, bare
to the cold because a thousand fathers
turned their wage into the beer saloon in
stead of the shoe store?
“Will not the bricks in the wall repre
sent the cost of dive melees, drunken
fights, bloody murders, police patrols, hur
rying ambulances, emergency wards, oper
ating tables, and unmarked graves in pot
ters fields?
Harvard stands at the head of the education
al system which, yielding to the intelligent
persistence of the Woman’s Chris-
Endow tian Temperance Union, began
A Chair some two decades ago to teach our
On public school boys and girls the evil
Blind „ effects of alcoholics on the human
Tigers.” system—a course of basic instruc
tion that is slowly but surely eating
away the foundations of the Big Brewer’s
throne. And yet —let humanity stagger at the
spectacle—Harvard, the inspiration of youth
and the maker of men, throws its clinging
arms around the Big Brewer whose influence
has UNMADE more men and homes than
any other man of his day and generation, and
shouts aloud with slobbering caresses: “O,
bonnie, boasting, bloated, blighting BREWER,
the hearts and homes that thou hast ruined
may turn thy picture to the wall, and desolate
wives and mothers shudder at the mention of
thy name, but as long as Harvard lives, Busch,
thy name and fame shall be treasured and se
cure !”
To be right consistent Harvard ought to en
courage the ‘‘famous” brewer whom she thus
absolves and crowns, to endow a “CHAIR ON
BLIND TIGERS,” teaching “Young Ameri
cans how to evade the law in decent counties
and sovereign states where beer and liquor sa
loons have been legally banished. Another ap
propriate founding would be the “CHAIR OF
LEGISLATIVE DEFILEMENT,” whose
beer-bloated lecturer would tell, either with
fog-horn voice or in “speak-easy” tones how
councilmen and legislators have been “fixed” by
the copious application of BOODLE and
BOOZE! And still, O Harvard, yet another
new founding should be the “DEPARTMENT
OF LYING STATISTICS,” in which students
aie taught the art of gathering and dispensing
garbled, conscienceless, slanderous stories
about prohibition places and people, slaughter
ing the reputation of either as an assassin
would stab in the dark—even as honest, fear
less men have been called “carpet-baggers” for
helping to win moral battles in other states
than their own. For all of these debaucheries,
chaiacter assassinations” and misrepresenta
tions the national associations of brewers and
whiskey, dealers stand, and Adolphus Busch,
Harvard’s newly embalmed benefactor, abets
and supports these shameful things. And Har
vard knows all this! But, lured by “gold with
its yellow glare,” she cringes and fawns before
the Busch-made pyramid of beer kegs and liq
uor barrels and has not the heroic stamina to
say: “NO, Adolphus Busch, your name is the
sj nonym in America of human debauchery and
sorrow, and Harvard University respectfully
but vehemently declines to lend the glory of
her name to relieve the odium of yours.”
And hear it, people, if this pitiful, indefen
sible act of Harvard reveals that loftiness of
ideals and that masculinity” of manhood pro
duced by the Elliot type of “new religion,” then
more than ever we pray for that “old-time,”
orthodox faith that teaches something definite
in religion, something safe in ideals and some
thing stalwart in Christian character.
May the hypnotized trustees arise in their
awakened might and remove the cancer from
historic Harvard’s face!
