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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, London, Eng. Pulpit Editor
H. P. FITCH Field Editor
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WE HAVE MOVED.
For the convenience of our friends who wish
to call on us when they come to Atlanta, and
for the pleasure we always find in such visits
from our out-of-town friends, we announce
that The Golden Age office has been moved
from the Austell Building to the new Moore
Building, on Walton street, two blocks west
of the post office. Our offices occupy Apart
ment 13 —Woodrow Wilson’s lucky number.
Come to see us when you come io town.
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FAIR CARRABELLE IS SAVED.
But it was “by the skin of her teeth,” that
Carabelle-by-the-Sea was saved from bar
rooms.
The county outside being “wet,” very
“wet,” the town of Carrabelle, Fla., has had a
hard time trying to enforce the prohibition
law. This fact caused some former prohibition
ists to become discouraged and join the ranks
of the whiskey crowd.
Encouraged by the murmurings of the dis
satisfied, some men who believe in making
money even though it be “the price of blood,”
brought on an election, hoping Carrabelle
would again lift the black flag of the legal
ized saloon. It was generally predicted by
whiskey men and feared by prohibitionists,
that Carrabelle would go wrong, but bless you,
they came very near losing the whole county.
The Editor of The Golden Age had the honor
of opening the speaking campaign, while
Charles Wesley Crook, the fiery, forceful super
intendent of the Florida Anti-Saloon League,
gave the parting shots. E. R. L. Moore, the
brave soul who led the fight for the right,
writes as follows:
“Dear Brother Upshaw:
“Our town, by a tie vote, was yesterday
saved from the saloon. We were dry, and re
main so. Even Appalachicola voted for the
saloon only by 42 votes. How long will our
white citizenship allow the Negro to impose
upon them the bar-room and the other evils
that go with the saloon? This entire county
would have closed the saloon over five years
ago, if the negro voters had been willing.”
We believe that brilliant Frank Wideman’s
proposed bill to make it a crime to sell whis
key to a negro in Florida would throw their
support to prohibition and save the “Land of
Flowers” from her bar-room shame.
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PETTUS IS JUBILANT.
Hon. R. E. Pettus, President of the Alabama
Baptist Convention, and a stalwart champion
of everything that makes for good government,
felt so good over the passage of the Webb bill,
which stops the shipment of blind tiger liquor
into dry territory that he sent the Editor of
The Golden Age the following telegram:
“Huntsville, Ala., Feb. 11, 1913.
“Wm. D. Upshaw, Atlanta, Ga.:
“Congratulations! Reason, justice, human
ity, home, Heaven, included in passage of Webb
bill.
“R. E. PETTUS.”
The Golden Age for February 13, 1913.
THAT WASHINGTON MIRACLE
A miracle has happened in our nation’s capi
tal. Nay, it did not “happen”—for like the
miracles of the Bible, God was back
of that Washington miracle. When
the Sheppard-Kenyon-Webb bill,
preventing the shipment of “blind
tiger” liquor into prohibition states,
was introduced in Congress a lit
tle more than a year ago, even the
most ardent friends of the measure
Brewers
and
Distillers
Have
Drooping
Heads.
hardly hoped that the bill could be fought
through Congress under three or four years.
But wonder of wonders! The glorious news
comes just before we close our forms that the
protective prohibition measure has actually
passed both houses of Congress, and only awaits
the President’s signature.
Non-partisan friends of the measure in the
House of Representatives, finding that they
had an overwhelming majority, forced a rule
that put the bill immediately on its passage,
and after a debate which raged for three hours,
in which our own fearless and fiery Rodden
berry, of Georgia, was a conspicuous leader,
the Webb bill was passed with only sixty Con
gressmen voting against it. This did what
Congress knew it would do —it put the Senate
on its mettle, and before even the day set for
its consideration, the Senate took up the meas
ure, accepted the Webb bill as a substitute for
the pending Sheppard-Kenyon bill, and passed
it by a vote of nearly 3 to 1.
Our own Mrs. Mary Harris Armor, whose
eloquence has been heard all over America in
behalf of prohibition, and who has been in
Washington for several days working for the
passage of the bill, gives to the press this
I sometimes catch a flitting gleam
Os heights I long to reach —
I sometimes feel the swelling stream
Os thoughts beyond my speech.
I sometimes soar on fancy’s wing
Or climb on golden staff
To where the silent muses sing
And worldly crowns are chaff.
GREA T LA YMEN’S BANQUET
Harry A. Etheridge, the great-hearted Chris
tian lawyer in Atlanta, ought to be a very hap-
Rousing
Success
In Atlanta.
and it moved. Dr. Julien S. Rodgers, the Exe
cutive Secretary, who knows how to do things,
and does them, took his stand by the side of
Harry Etheridge, and working together day
in and day out, the deed was done.
The services at the different Churches on
Sunday, and at Wesley Memorial on Monday,
weie crowned with a mammoth closing ban
cruet, where nearly seven hundred sturdy
Christian men were exquisitely served by three
hundred of Atlanta’s fairest and finest Chris
tian women.
It was a sensible banquet. The supper, or
dinner, or both, began at 6:30 sharp, and be
fore 7:30 Harry Etheridge, as presiding genius,
had the speaking under way, and at 9:30 the
people were going home like sensible folks
ought to —and there were no drinkables at that
banquet that gave unsteady steps and pro
longed that home-going till 14 o’clock in the
morning. Col. Etheridge introduced the Editor
of The Golden Age as an “offering” to a chat-
py man—and he is! Determined
to bring the National Laymen’s
Convention for Georgia to Atlanta
this year, regardless of cost to
himself, he “got under the thing”
MY VISION
By WILLIAM D. UPSHAW.
wholesome bit of jubilation and warning:
“Georgians and all prohibitionists must not
expect too much of this measure. It simply
makes possible a stricter enforcement of our
own laws against the illegal sale of liquor. If
we haven’t got the grace, grit and gumption
to enforce those laws, the bill passed today will
not be of much use to us.
“But I am so filled with joy and could sing
‘Glory Hallelujah,’ for it is the first time Con
gress has helped us to restrict the sale of liquor.
We are going to keep up the fight until this
whole nation is under temperance laws, and
liquor is barred from interstate commerce.”
The Editor of The Golden Age sent to The
Washington Star, the following message, while
the bill was pending:
“The Star, Washington, D. C.:
“Tell the U. S. Senate and all Washington
that the law-abiding people of Georgia, the
pioneer prohibition state of the South, are eag
erly hoping that the Senate will match the
wisdom and patriotism of Congress in helping
our nation to wash its hands of governmental
complicity in the liquorized debauchery of pro
hibition territory.
“It is a travesty on the meaning of govern
ment for ‘Uncle Sam’ to shut his eyes while
law-breaking liquor sellers run rough-shod over
a state from which bar-rooms have been ban
ished by the votes of militant freemen.
“A man need not be a prohibitionist himself,
but simply a patriot and a gentleman, to be in
favor of protecting from the shame and crime
of the liquor business, sober, law-abiding peo
ple who have bravely voted to be free.
“WILLIAM D. UPSHAW.”
I sometimes tread the stellar plain
Above earth’s jarring din,
And catch, I ween, the heavenly strain
Os notes ne’er marred by sin—
And at such time I cry: “A voice!
A voice to speak the spell
That others with me may rejoice
In thoughts too deep to tell.”
tering crowd just to get them ready for the
real speaking to begin.
The first real speaker was Mr. W. E. Dough
ty, Educational Secretary of New York. It
was a powerful portrayal of the tragic call of
the world’s spiritual needs.
The second real speaker was Dr. E. M. Po
teat, President of Furman University, and the
enthusiastic thousand who heard it would re
sent any attempt to describe what J. Campbell
White declared to be the most all-compelling
message on “Stewardship” he had ever heard.
There was insistent demand on the part of
those around us for it to be published in The
Golden Age, and we have asked Dr. Poteat to
furnish us a copy.
The last real speaker was J. Campbell White
himself, and his panoramic picture of the
tragedy of paganism as he had seen it for ten
years in India, and of the ability of the Chris
tian world to evangelize these Christless mil
lions in this generation— if we only will—pro
foundly stirred the eager throng, and many
men declared a new purpose to go into active
partnership with God.
We verily believe it was the most far-reach
ing hour which the Christian business men of
Atlanta ever saw.