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VOLUTIL SIX
NUMSEK SIX
TWO TEXANS
Dr. George C. 'Rankin, Terrific Old Methodist "Warhorse”, and Dr. J. H. Gambrell, Stallvart "Baptist Supt Anti-Saloon
League, Leading State-lvide Tight Against Saloons in "Lone Star” State.
F THERE is any danger in
the organic combination of
“Methodist fire and Bap
tist water,” when directed
against one fighting, fugi
tive foe, then His Satanic
Majesty, John Barleycorn,
might as well get ready to
jump into the. Gulf of Mex-
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ico; for Dr. George C. Rankin, the vig
orous, versatile editor of both the Tex
as Christian Advocate and Home and
State, the powerful organ of the fed
erated prohibition forces in Texas —
is hitched up to one side of the “water
wagon”—while on the other side of
the wagon “tongue,” using both
tongue and pen, is Dr. J. 11. Gambrell,
long a Baptist leader in the South, —
and the way these two “old grays” do
pull together is a sight to behold. And
though streaked with gray, they are
as fierce and fiery as ‘‘Texas ponies.”
Dr. Rankin gives a double-barreled
broadside into the saloon forces every
week in his two papers, and goes out
and speaks between times as a sort of
recreation and variation, while Dr.
Gambrell, as superintendent of the
Anti-Saloon League, edits the special
campaign department in Home and
State, directing the affairs of the
League during the week and turning
his eloquent tongue loose on Sunday.
And thus, side by side, Rankin and
Gambrell write and fight and walk and
talk, but believe me —they never balk!
Rankin Is “Rantankerous.”
That’s what the whiskeyites call
him. And if I were in their place
(thank the Lord, I'm not!) I guess I
would do the same. The saloons are
more afraid of him than they are of
their daddy, the Devil. The fact is the
saloons in Texas are of that peculiar-
Iv defiant brand especially well-pleas
ing to their Devilish Daddy—only he
don’t like the spell of “weak trembles”
which his dirty darlings are experienc
ing right now before the impending
terrific charge, led by the firm of
“Rankin, Gambrell and ‘Peepul.’ ”
A school mate of Georgia’s beloved
son, United States Senator A. S. Clay,
at Hiawassee College, in Tennessee,
George C. Rankin, soon went to Tex
as to “grow up with the country.” He
has grown, and made Texas grow. For
HELLO THERE, MEMPHIS!—Page Four
ATLANTA, GA. MARCH 30, 1911.
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DR. J. H. GAMBRELL,
Superintendent Anti-Saloon League.
more than twenty years the name of
George C. Rankin in Texas has been
the synonym of all that is fearless and
forceful as a proclaimer and defender
of virile, vigorous Christianity and
civic righteousness. He smites the
Devil “hip and thigh,” Tinging pitch
forks from his blistering pen and coals
of fire from his blazing tongue.
When it was the writer’s privilege
to make the opening speech of the
Submission Campaign at Bush Temple
in Dallas in January, 1908, it was an
inspiration to have this brave “old
war horse” on the stage with such
prominent whiskey fighters as Dr. B.
F. Riley, Dr. j. B. Cranfill, Arthur
Jones, J. A. Maples and Mrs. Zahner,
and to hear him review the conquering
progress of the battle against saloons
as he has witnessed it in Texas. And
recently when Dr. Rankin was asked to
give The Golden Age a word on the
campaign which is to end in a fearful
battle of ballots on July 22d, he sent
the following characteristic message,
ending with the Rankin slogan which
makes all Texas smile and fight—
“On With the Battle!”
“1 he battle has been ordered in
Texas and we are forming our lines
for action. On the 21st day of April,
the day that celebrates the famous vic
tory won by old Sam Houston on the
field of San Jacinto, we are planning
for several great State-wide rallies in
addition to having one in every coun
ty site in Texas. The thunder will rat
tle simultaneously on that date, and
from that time forward until the 22d
of July, the Lone Star State will be
a storm-center. Os course, we expect
the fight of our lives. There will be
no element of child’s play in it. It will
be a royal conflict- —one in which men
of stalwart thought will engage. We
are not expecting a walk-over. Which
ever side wins the other will realize
that there has been a monster scrap
in progress. But we have a good
fighting chance. We have won already
165 of the biggest counties in the
State, and we have partially won six
ty-two of the remainder. In them
liquor is only sold in one or two places.
There are only 21 totally wet counties
in Texas. The effort of the enemy will
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