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The Golden Age
Published Every Thursday by The Golden Age
Publishing Company (Inc.)
OFFICES: AUSTELL BUILDING, ATLANTA, GA.
WILLIAMD. UPSHAW . . . . Editor
MRS. WILLIAMD. UPSHAW . Associate Editor
MRS. G. B. LINDSEY . . . Managing Editor
LEN G. BROUGHTON . . Pulpit Editor
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THE DEVIL—THE “PRINTER’S DEVIL.’’
If there ever was a “printer’s devil” (a
sure-enough one) turned loose in a print shop
he did business in our publishing
And He house last week.
Did On page 7 the week before ap-
“Devilish” peared a very readable story,
Work “The Autobiography of a Lie.”
Last That title was all right for the
Week. story it covered —but it was noth
ing less than horrible last week
when a printer who evidently worked in his
sleep failed to obey explicit instructions and
left that caption above a heart-story of appre
ciation written by Margaret Beverly Upshaw
about her treasured friend, Mrs. Lem Gil
reath, the gifted and consecrated new “Evan
gel” of the Georgia Woman’s Christian Tem
perance Union. Perhaps Mrs. Upshaw and
Mrs. Gilreath will live through it, but as for
the Editor himself, he is constrained to re
member the remark of Talmage when he said:
“I never swore an oath in my life, but there
are times when I don’t feel very devotional.”
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CROOKE WILL STRAIGHTEN OUT
FLORIDA.
Now, we just guess that the liquor crowd
in Florida will set up and take notice'. The
One of
The
Wisest
Whiskey
Fighters
In America
Will Scatter
The Florida
“Rummies.”
very strenuous part of the Texas battle.
Crooke proved himself to be mighty “Straight,”
and the way he did straighten out the towns
where he conducted campaigns was a sight to
behold. He managed the whirlwind cam
paigns of the dauntless George Stuart in such
splendid fashion that the people knew, from
Texarkana to El Paso, and from Orange to
Dellhardt, that there was “something doing.”
A gifted speaker himself and a well-poised,
clear-headed organizer and leader, Charles W.
Crooke is just the type of man to follow the
splendid work of Superintendent John Collins,
in the Florida campaign. Collins has yielded
to that paramount call in the true preacher’s
heart which makes him long for the pastorate,
but we are sure that he will give inspiring sup
port and counsel to the new Superintendent;
while the Woman’s Christian Temperance
Union, under the wide-awake leadership of
good news comes that Charles
Wesley Crooke, who did such val
iant work as Assistant Superin
tendent of the Anti-Saloon
League, in the recent Texas
campaign has been appointed
State Superintendent of the
League in Florida.
The Editor of The Golden Age
was in close touch with this mas
terly “Booze fighter,” during a
The Golden Age for November 14, 1912.
The election of Woodrow Wilson, the schol
ar-statesman, to the Presidency of the United
States, has been made so nearly
unanimous in the electoral college
by late returns and increasing ma
jorities, that Democracy stands in
wonder almost in awe at the vast
ness of responsibility which the
victory imposes.
And
We Are
One
With
Wilson
Millions of enthusiastic supporters have been
wearing from the first of the campaign for his
nomination a picture of the Jerseyized-Vir
ginia-Georgian, wreathed with the winsome al
literation, “Win With Wilson.” Little as you
think of it, the resonant alliteration in his own
name and that of the badge and banner worn
and waved by his friends, was one of the cur
rents in his favor that helped turn other cur
rents toward the stalwart victor. And now
they can use the past tense and say, “We Won
With Wilson” —while the wonderful unanim
ity with which all sections spoke, justifies the
other patriotic inspiration. We Are One, With
Wilson!
Why should the spot of a man’s birth, the
longitude of his bringing up or the latitude
of his present endeavors work as his help or
his hindrance concerning the Presidency of our
common country? The ban is lifted evermore
from a worthy son of the South who may just
ly aspire to the chief positon of leadership in
the gift of the American people.
Oscar Underwood, a Southern Congressman,
floor leader of the House, was actually voted
for with tenacity and honor for more than
forty ballots; Speaker Champ Clark, a semi-
Southerner, came very near winning the nom
ination —while Woodrow Wilson, to our think
ing, combining more elements of personal and
TENNESSEE’S GREAT MORAL VICTORY
Amid all the startling Democratic land
slides all over the nation —election results that
“Boozeocracy”
Shall Not
Reign In
the Fair
“Volunteer
State ’ ’
publican, Fusionist, Independent, Prohibition
ist and Gentleman, has been re-elected and
Malcolm R. Patterson, who has stood for years
as sponsor for liquor legislation, has been de
feated for the United States Senate.
Former Governor Benton McMillan was de
feated for Governor, not because he was un
worthy—he was doubtless the strongest man,
personally, whom the Democrats could have
put out; but it was another case of “Tray in
bad company.”
The Democratic party in Tennessee has dim
med its glory and tainted its illustrious his
tory for several years in the “Volunteer
State” by championing the cause of the liquor
interests.
Many honest, clean men in the party have
made the fatal mistake to allow the magnetic
but mischievous Patterson to dominate the
party councils and they have tried to poultice
their sacred party conscience with the idea
that Memphis, Nashville and Chattanooga are
so bad and “wide open” that the balance of
the faithful President, Miss Minnie E. Neal,
will be ready at all times to uphold his hands
toward the victory that must soon come.
Mark our words —Crooke will soon straight
en out the dark and crooked places in that
beautiful, but liquorized, “Land of Flowers.”
the state might as well quit fighting and sur
render to the Wicked Trio!
“WON WITH WILSON"
make nearly all Southerners
feel “mighty fine,” we make
no apology to any living man,
nor to the shades of our Demo
cratic ancestors for being
jubilant over so-called Demo
cratic defeat in Tennessee.
Governor Ben W. Hooper, Re-
progressive strength than any other American
in sight (we thought and said this before the
Baltimore convention, and we know it now)
is a son of the South to the manner born; and
during all the rising reign of his masterful
powers and his lofty character in a Northern
clime, he has kept inviolate the sturdy ideals
of the militant South—ideals that have given
warmth to his heart and magic to his name, as
Woodrow Wilson has illustrated the loftiest
type of American citizenship.
"We are brothers—we feel it—sons of the
North and South, of the East and West, and
we never knew how to feel it before.
Most of all, we thank God for this remark
able national recognition of a spotless Christian
statesman like Woodrow Wilson —a man
whose last words before the ballots fell were
these: “God grant we shall be worthy to pre
vail.”
The meaning to ambitious American youth
can never be measured.
The Editor of this paper being in Macon on
the night of the election, sent to President
elect Wilson the following telegram:
President Woodrow Wilson,
Princeton, N. J.
I count it not provincial, but genuinely pa
triotic to be enthusiastic over the fact that a
former Georgian will fill the Executive Chair
of my country, and that a one-time Georgia
girl will reign as the modest Queen of the
White House.
Best of all, I feel that your election will be
a wholesome intellectual stimulus to “Young
America,” and a moral tonic to the nation.
WILLIAM D. UPSHAW,
Editor of The Golden Age.
Atlanta, Ga.
Nay verily! Thousands of decent prohibi
tion Democrats showed their independent man
hood by voting for Ben W. Hooper—not be
cause he is a Republican, but because he is a
Prohibitionized gentleman—a Christian states
man who is opposed to the liquor business in
every form. Now let the Tennessee legisla
ture rise up quickly and do what Gov. Hooper
asked the last legislature to do —give the Gov
ernor the right to put county or municipal of
ficers out of business who refuse to enforce
the prohibition law.
Let Democracy cease to be “Boozeocracy”
—let her clean her garments in Tennessee and
everywhere if she expects those who love the
Home above the Saloon to walk again under
her triumphant standard.
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MURPHY—“THE TOWN BEAUTIFUL.”
(Continued from Page 1.)
Rev. Frank Angier Clarke, of Johns Hopkins
and Crozer, who brings scholarship, reputation
and consecration to his work of enlisting and
uplifting mountain boys and girls.
Miss Nannie Ruth Clark is Lady Principal,
Misses Georgie Carroll and Oma Cheek of
Meredith College, are at the helm, respectively,
of the intermediate and music departments.
A Wide-Awake “Booster.”
One of the most wide-awake “boosters” I
have met in a long time is Wm. Mercer Fain,
secretary of the Murphy Board of Trade. He
talks by day and dreams by night about the
great Murphy that is, the Greater Murphy that
is to be. He just “grows red in the face” when
he begins to talk of the thirty miles of maca
dam road which the township is building, and
how Murphy, the center of the great hard
wood industries of all that mountain section,
is destined in the near future to grow to that
municipal prowess which natural advantages
and enterprising citizenship combine to insure.