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/ -„, x *\ . > ' z -MThi Mt- '• > ' <^rv IB - RY y jp! I it 19® IWi/?Ir 11 LO J* wl I thf< ~tt> 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- nt? V ' ® J I \ 11. . ■—. ■ 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. A . TACBV . ■ ... ... • ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ / Jr- ■■' J* •A 'WMw £ ' * ■ ' ' aHSH® a* .' -v' 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 (Continued on Page 5.) $1.50 59 YEAK. TIVE CENTS A COPY.