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The Golden Age
Published Every Thursday by The Golden Age
Publishing Company (Inc.)
OFFICES: AUSTELL BUILDING. ATLANTA. GA.
WILLIAM D. UPSHAW .... Editor
MRS. WILLIAMD. UPSHAW . Associate Editor
MRS. G. B. LINDSEY , . . Managing Editor
LEN G. BROUGHTON . . Pulpit Editor
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BISHOP McCOY FEARS ‘ PROMOTION.”
That, was a most wholesome warning which
Bishop McCoy gave to young preachers at the
North Georgia Conference last
week. Let the over-ambitious
preachers everywhere ponder well
his words of wisdom:
“I am satisfied that 90 per cent
of our young preachers are hurt
by too rapid promotion. I am
sure 1 was, and I will never re-
Thinks It
Hurts
Young
Preachers
to “Rise”
Too Fast.
cover from the injury through my whole life.
1 ought to have stayed in the ‘sticks’ a while
longer where I could study and be with my
books, instead of which I was sent to a city.”
Os course, the city churches clamor for the
best —and the country churches need'the best.
But in a small church and a quiet community
the right kind of young preacher can study
and grow better, so that when he finally reach
es a great city charge he will have religion and
ballast enough not to be puffed up with pride
and “play the fool.”
This writer remembers the oft-spoken words
of his father, now in heaven: “Rob a preacher
of his humility and you rob him of his power. ’ ’
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THE CUMMINGS’ HAVE COME.
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heart stood still —but only for one anxious mo
ment. He answered:
“1 will take five thousand now. In January
I hope to take some more. And I will gladly
commend the proposition to several friends
who have large means and large hearts. Send
fifty shares each to my six children, and the
balance to my wife and myself.”
The 103 d Psalm sang itself in my heart. I
looked to see if the furniture in the room was
all intact. It was. The room was not whirl
ing at all.
Another Cummings had come! And with him
that victory which had been the prayer-dream
of seven struggling years.
The auto flew along the road. I found my
self thinking all the way about the reflex bless
ing that would come to those fine boys and
girls—the privilege of selecting fifty names
each year to whom The Golden Age would go
with its truth and power every week.
And then I burst in upon George W. Hagan,
my great-hearted new friend, who himself had
just taken one hundred shares of stock —fifty
for his gallant son, “Sir Arthur,” who has
since been dashing me from point to point
among the pines of Southwest Georgia in my
campaign for enlarging Cyrene Institute.
George Hagan’s face was like the morning
when he learned the good news. “Glorious!”
he said, “I knew P. S. Cummings’ heart was
in the right place. Your fidelity is rewarded.
The Golden Age is already a great paper; but
we will put our arms about you and help you
make it greater still!”
And our thousands of readers who have
stood loyally by us through these seven years
of trial and triumph, will rejoice with us in
the rising sun of The Greater Golden Age—
yes, and thank God, wtih us that —the Cum
mings’ have come!
The Golden Age for December 5, 1912.
GOVERNOR BROWN’S OPPORTUNITY
A few weeks ago Gov. Joseph M. Brown, of
Georgia, won the plaudits of the state, asd
largely of the nation, by the
Let Him promptness and fidelity with
Guard which he sent troops to For-
the Peace syth county to protect both
and Good Name the guilty criminals who
of the State. had been arrested, and the
public peace that was in dire
danger. He did not go at it in a half-handed
way. He rolled up his sleeves like a governor
who meant business, and the honor and dig
nity of the state were bravely, grandly pre
served.
We do him hearty justice for his governor
like guardianship of the peace and good name
of the state. Now let him complete his good
work.
The Atlanta Georgian tells us in flaming head
lines that the liquor laws are being flagrantly
violated. Wholesale liquor houses in that al
ways defiant town Savannah, are flooding the
state with letters offering to ship Christmas
whiskey or any other kind at “so much per”
anywhere in the state. This, of course is a di
rect twofold violation of the state laws prohib
iting the sale of liquor, and also prohibiting the
shipment of liquor from one county to another.
Most of the towns in Georgia have been keep
ing these laws pretty well; but Savannah—
wicked, wanton Savannah—flagrantly defies
the state. “They say” the Governor’s hands
are tied —that he can not take the initiative in
the matter —but we wish to offer this sugges
tion : If Governor Brown will issue a proclama
tion to the effect that if the sheriffs, solicitors
and judges do not stop this palpable, notorious
violation of law, or find themselves trying
Hon. Claude Bennett’s Bouquet
To “shell down the corn” —the “editorial
corn” —few things please a busy editor better
than to know that a very prominent and a very
busy man, finds time to read his “stuff.” A
semi-business, semi-personal letter from Hon.
Claude N. Bennett —founder of the Congress
ional Information Bureau, and one of the most
widely known men in the nation, sprinkles
such generous radiance down among some busi
ness details, that we give his delightful letter
in full:
Mr. Will D. Upshaw,
The Golden Age, Atlanta, Ga.
Dear Will: My sister got in the habit of read
ing The Golden Age while it was going to my
mother in Thomson the past summer. Now
that the paper has been changed back to Wash
ington, my sister says that she misses it very
much. Therefore, to prevent this void in Thom
son, I beg that you will send The Golden Age
to my sister, Mrs. C. H. Ellington, Thomson,
Ga. Send her also the Southern Ruralist and
Johnson’s Fact Book—all in accordance with
your fascinating ad. Also please renew The
Golden Age for my mother for another year.
If your premium offer applies to renewals, you
had as well send my mother the other things,
too. —Mrs. E. P. Bennett, The Brighton, Wash
ington, I). C.
I enclose check for three dollars which I
understand covers all the cost involved.
My mother reads The Golden Age with great
care and greater pleasure and I Confess —per-
haps I should say, boast—that I read it too,
or at least read at it enough to understand
what is in it —and that is saying much from
the life of a busy man in Washington.
With kind remembrances to Mrs. Upshaw
and best wishes to you both,
Very sincerely yours,
CLAUDE N. BENNETT.
Editorial P. S.: Whereupon—we offer the
frank, free advice to other political “crowned
mighty hard to stop it, he will declare martial
law in every such town —or, if he will quietly
send for the sheriffs, solicitors and judges and
tell them “what’s what” in the premises, there
will be “something doing,” and that mighty
quick.
We verily believe a circuit judge has a right
to close a defiant liquor house in prohibition
territory as a public nuisance._ Gov. Brown had
some wholesome words to say recently about
“sheriffs without backbone.”
He was talking about mob law then. Why
not say the same thing about the mob-like vio
lation of our liquor laws?
Gov. Brown will hardly be Governor of Geor
gia again—let him rise up and do his “live,
level best” just one time and encourage the en
forcement of the prohibition laws of the state.
Let him say something and do something that
will show where his heart is in the matter. Let
him do this for the sake of the thousands of
prohibitionists who believed in him, and with
out whose vote he could not have been elected.
Let him do it for the sake of the supremacy of
the conscience of the Christian man we believe
Georgia’s governor to be. Let him do it for
the sake of Georgia, the pioneer prohibition
state of the South, whose good name is be
clouded by the liquorized defiance of the laws
which the Governor of the state has sworn to
uphold.
Joseph M. Brown owes full allegiance to the
constitution of Georgia, but he owes more than
this —the moral weight of his active influence
to the cause of God and sobriety, peace and
good government. This is Gov. Brown’s oppor
tunity !
heads” in the nation—that it would be a
mighty fine thing for them to follow Claude
Bennett’s example and relieve the tedium of
the political grind by reading the inspiring
pages of The Golden Age every week.
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A GRAND OLD WOMAN GONE!
The death of Mrs. H. B. Summers of Dublin,
Ga., removes from earth’s activities one of the
She “Went
to Heaven
By Fire.”
fourteen to sixty-five—and a half century thus
spent in the conscientious training of youth
gave her a concept of the worth of child-life
and the meaning of Christian education which
few women of our day knew how to hold. The
further fact that this rare “hand-maiden of
God” came from the far north and lived and
taught in the South in the dark days preced
ing, during and after the Civil War gave her
a breadth of national sympathy which one of
provincial birth and residence could not ap
preciate. She was a link of love between the
sections and a beautiful benediction to the
patriotic, civic, social and religious life of her
community and section.
That such a woman in her eighty-fourth year
should be called from earth by tire—meeting
death from the flames that caught her cloth
ing around the fireside, is indeed a tragic
contemplation. But her triumphant faith —a
faith that never staggered “on the brink of
any earthly woe,” would have said to our pain
ful, passionate questionings: “Be still! The
Judge of all the earth will do right.” Where
comprehension stops I let Faith take hold.”
Giving not only her conspicuous talents, but
her money and her love to the education of
worthy young people, she ileaves footprints
which the stream of time cannot efface.
most notable women of Georgia.
Mrs. Summers was a native of
Maine, and came to Georgia away
back in the fifties. She was a
teacher from the time she was
