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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, London, Eng. Pulpit Editor
H. P. FITCH Field Editor
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GENIUS AT OUR DOORS.
Wonder why it was ever necessary for Dr.
Russell H. Connell to prepare his famous lec
ture, “Acres of Dia-
An Actual monds?” It is no reflec-
Poem on tion on the foreefulness of
“The Tennessee.” that unique deliverance
that the more than four
thousand times it has been spoken from the
platform have not yet converted the world from
its blind folly. We are wont to turn from the
glittering jewels at our doors and look, not only
over the diamonds of opportunity at our feet,
but far away to the literary Transvaal of the
world for gems of thought and expression that
are worthy of love and life.
Some weeks ago, at a staff meeting of the
brilliant makers of that great Southern daily,
The Chattanooga News, Lon Warner, the city
editor, himself a poet-philosopher of positive
power, regaled his colleagues with the reading
of “a poem somebody had sent in about The
Tennessee.” Now Chattanoogans love the Ten
nessee River, that encircles the historic city in
its beautiful, dimpling arms, and everybody was
ready to listen —yea, and everybody was wide
eyed and enthusiastic when the poem had been
read.
“Is it fit to publish?” asked the wiley War
ner.
“Sure!” “A hundred times over!” “Who
on earth wrote it?” “The finest we ever
heard!” Thus the different members of the
staff made reply.
“Why, it is the brain-child of one of your
own number, Wm. H. Richardson,’’ came the
genial city editor’s answer.
Our own honest opinion is that if Kipling had
written it of “The Tay” or “The Thames,” or
had been sojourning on Lookout Mountain and
had written it on “The Tennessee” itself, it
would have been cabled across the ocean and
sold for a fabulous price. Why not crown the
gifted young Carolinian on the soil of his
adopted Tennessee?
Read his real poem and withhold not the
palm:
THE TENNESSEE.
(By William H. Richardson.)
From the Appalachians springing,
Leaping, bounding, dancing, singing;
First a mountain stream, descending,
Flowing swiftly, curving, bending;
Seeking broader habitation,
Onward to its destination
Flows the lovely Tennessee.
Gath’ring strength with every motion,
Onward toward the mighty ocean,
Through lone valleys, dark and dreary,
Never sleeping, never weary,
To the landscape adding beauty,
Flows the mighty Tennessee.
Always mindful of its duty,
Chanting gently as it chases
On through rough and stony places,
Wooing other streams with laughter
Till they yield and follow after,
Bearing commerce on its waters,
Flows the grand old Tennessee.
Working for earth’s sons and daughters,
The Golden Age for February 20, 1913.
VINCENT ASTOR STARTING WELL
It is good news that comes concerning Vin
cent Astor. The newspapers tell how he went
to Governor Sulzer, of New
“Tell Me York, and said: “I want
How To Be you to advise me about how
A Useful Man.” to be a useful man? I want
to make my life and the stew
ardship of my wealth mean most to humanity.”
That is good—very good! “Because thou
has asked wisdom I will bless thee.” Thus the
answer came to a young ruler of old.
The announcement is made that Mr. Astor
has chosen Agriculture as one of the mediums
through which he will try to be useful, dedicat
ing the Astor farm, at Rhinecliff, to scientific
agricultural experiments for the instruction and
inspiration of the farmers of the country.
Governor Sulzer has appointed Mr. Astor to
head the New York delegation to the Interna-
The Golden Age has reached the
“Scriptural Seven,” in its calendar of
years. We rejoice to believe it will be
the best of all. Having acquired The Re
ligious Forum, then one year old, on Feb
ruary 22nd, 1906, The Golden Age had a
patriotic birth.
Writing for “The Sunny South,” “The
Constitution,’’ and other papers during
the seven years he spent on bed, the
founder of The Golden Age caught then
the vision of a great Southern weekly for
the HOME and the CITIZEN fascinating
to youth and fearless in its sane but defin-
It is a great thing for any community to have
a mayor who means business and does business
for the moral good of the town.
Roscoe The secular papers tell that Hon.
Luke, of Roscoe Luke, the new mayor of
Thomasville, Thomasville, Ga., has scared the
Paralyzes law-breakers nearly to death by
Offenders. the output of his first court.
Twenty-three scalps adorned the
warrior’s belt at the end of his first sitting.
In that sunny, salubrious clime perhaps it is
not surprising that nine of this number were
charged with what Dr. B. D. Gray’s old darkey
called ‘ ‘ fragrancy. ’ ’
No idlers on the street corners of that fair
city among the pines, for idleness is the breed
er of crime!
“For the next two years the laws of this
town must be enforced,” he declared; “small
fines will not suffice. And when the heavy
fines are not promptly paid, put chains and
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FOR HIS MARRIED CHILDREN
One of our most faithful and enthusiastic
charter subscribers to The Golden Age is Mr.
V. B. Tucker, Ecru, Miss.
Not content with enriching his own mental
pabulum with the paper every week, he some
time ago sent a check to pay for having The
Golden Age sent to five young preachers, and
now he encloses a check for $3.00, saying:
Send The Golden Age to Frank L. Tucker
and Mrs. Annie Lee Graddy, both at Ecru,
Miss. These are my children who recently
married and I want to start them off right. Ev
ery home ought to have its wholesome inspira
tion every week. I love The Golden Age, its
Editor and all your great work.
God bless you and prosper you and The Gold
en Age, and make you more and more useful.
V. B. TUCKER.
We Are Seven Years Old
A MAYOR WORTH WHILE
tional Institute of Agriculture to be held in
Rome, Italy, next May.
How much better to see this young scion, of
millions moving to make himself a productive
citizen instead of joining the ranks of that
gilded crew of financial and social parasites
whom Arthur L. Hardy has called “Snobocra
ey!”
It will be remembered that in an editorial con
cerning Vincent Astor’s reaching his majority,
we expressed, in these columns, the ardent hope
that the young man, standing on his pedestal of
millions, with the eyes of the world upon him,
would “make goe-i;’*"
We rejoice that he is starting so well.
God bless Vincent Astor, and help him to
dedicate not only his great wealth, but his
heart—himself —all his promising young life,
to God and humanity.
ite battles for Christian citizenship, and
he began to cherish the dream of the time
when he might be editor of such a publica
tion, with an unchallenged field in the
South.
Struggling “thro mist and film and
clod” these first seven years, have been a
season of planning and planting.
Such unsought testimonies as appear on
this page this week show that The Golden
Age has made a place for itself. “The
light is on the mountain tops,” and we
shall not rest the heart or stay the hands
until The Golden Age enters every week
at least one hundred thousand homes!
shackles on the disturbers of the peace and
put them on the streets.”
When these words spread over the city con
sternation reigned in the camps of the law
less.
And we predict that such vigorous measures
in the beginning will soon make the Mayor’s
Court, in Thomasville, a lonesome and peace
ful matinee.
And, if “blind tigers” dare to lift their
slimy, devilish heads, we’ll venture that Mayor
Luke will fix ’em, white or black, so they can
sing that good old song:
“I wore ’dem balls and chains so long
Dey made my ankles so’ ”
Come on, Mayor Luke! We are proud of
your beginning. May your courage never fal
ter, and the fair name of your beautiful city
be spotless in reputation and spotless in glorious
fact!
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“VERY SUPERIOR READING.”
Mrs. E. A. Matthews, wife of the honored
Mayor of Clanton, Chilton county, Alabama, in
renewing her subscription to The Golden Age,
says in a letter to the Editor:
“I enjoy your paper very much. I consider
it very superior reading. I wish you and your
work all the good that our Heavenly Father
sees best to bestow on you.
“May He bless you every day in just the
way that is best for you, for yours, and His
cause.
“I am sending renewal. Send me the premium
Testament if you have them yet, on hand. If
not, all right. I only wish to place it in the
hands of some one who will read it. We will
be glad to have you visit Clanton again. We
will give you a hearty welcome.”