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The Golden Age
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WILLIAM D. UPSHAW Editor
MRS. WILLIAM D. UPSHAW Associate Editor
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TABERNACLE CALLS LINCOLN
M’CONNELL.
The announcement that the Tabernacle
Baptist church, Dr. Broughton’s former famous
charge in Atlanta, has extended
All Eyes on an enthusiastic call to Rev. Lin-
Greatest coin McConnell to be permanent
Evangelist pastor, has created a nation-wide
of Middle interest in the religious world.
West Indeed, the interest and expect-
ancy extend across the seas, for
wherever Len G. Broughton and his great At
lanta work have become known, the friends of
“the Kingdom*’ are deeply interested in his
successor.
Lincoln McConnell, a native of Tennessee,
an alumnus of historic Maryville College, a
scion of sturdy Presbyterian stock and a Bap
tist for three years by the processes of un
welcome conviction, is regarded as the great
est evangelist and platform lecturer and Chau
tauqua leader of the Middle West. Although
he has made his home on his farms at Thomas
ton, Georgia, for the last two years since mov
ing from Kansas City on account of Mrs. Mc-
Connell’s health, his special field of operation
has continued in the West and North, where he
has spoken to more lyceum and Chautauqua
audiences, led more campaigns for civic right
eousness and conducted more stalwart stump
digging revivals than any other leader in the
last decade.
A sort of cross between Sam Jones and Len
G. Broughton, but thoroughly original—a plat
form law unto himself ,and in many respects
as powerful as either, Lincoln McConnell is
essentially a preacher for the masses—a mas
ter of wit, a past-master in withering invec
tive and a positive torrent of convincing logic,
we predict that if he accepts The Tabernacle
call (God grant he will!), the old-time Brough
tonian crowds will pack that great auditorium
on Sunday nights and “The Tabernacle,” the
birthplace of so much that has been inspiring
in the religious and civic life of Atlanta and
the South—will become again the glorious
storm center of moral monuments and spirit
ual and benevolent activities.
Frankly, we do not believe there is another
man in America who, under God, can meet
the Tabernacle opportunity like Lincoln Mc-
Connell.
DON’T FORGET TO REMEMBER
THAT THE GOLDEN AGE IS THE ONLY PAPER IN AMERICA PUBLISHING A SERMON EVERY WEEK FROM DR. LEN
G. BROUGHTON’S LONDON PULPIT. THAT ALONE IS WORTH MANY TIMES THE SUBSCRIPTION PRICE—SI.SO. REWEM.
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NOW—AND TELL PLUCKY BOYS AND GIRLS EVERYWHERE TO WRITE US FOR A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY TO GO TO
COLLEGE. COME ON!
The Golden Age for May 22, 1913.
UNIVERSITY SENIORS BANISH LIQUOR
Hats off to the senior class of the University
of Georgia! They have bravely broken away
from the old and hurtful cus-
Their Banquet tom of having intoxicating
To be Dry drinkables at their graduating
and Professors banquets. The vote was un-
Rejoice animous, and be it said to the
everlasting credit of the uni
versity professors that there is general rejoic
ing in the whole camp!
This is lots of good news in one day and
It was Henry Alford Porter of Louisville
who said it, and in that expression the true
orator’s ruling passion was reveal-
The True ed. He had spoken at the South-
Orator’s ern Baptist Convention at St.
Ruling Louis on “The Judson Centennial
Passion. Fund. ’ ’ His speech of twenty min
utes, like all of the “little giants”
speechs, had been characterized by a trinity of
charms —wit, wisdom and magic eloquence.
And when the editor of The Golden Age took
him by the hand and gave an honest, enthu
siastic commendation, the famous and beloved
young pastor of Walnut Street church said
with a smile: “I hope it helped.” There
was humanity—there was passion in the
words.
Quick as a flash the words were written
The following telegram to the editor of The
Golden Age has a striking news value —plus
several car loads of moral and civic inspiration:
Ft. Worth, Tex., May 8, 1913.
Wm. D. Upshaw, Editor Golden Age,
Atlanta, Ga.
Because of the great interest of the brother
hood in the First Baptist Church, Ft. Worth,
am sending you this word. Just one year ago,
our pastor, Rev. J. Frank Norris, was vindi
cated at the courthouse. Since that time the
entire city hall gang that started the prosecu
tion on the pastor have been put out —a clean
sweep of both county and city officials. Indict
ments have been returned against some of
them and prospects good for others to follows
It promises to be a Lieutenant Becker affair.
The pastor opened on the crowd two years ago.
The strong rich whiskey element in the church
was put out and no man who votes for the sa
loon can belong to our chucrh. The result of
the fight and victory is a continuous revival.
Six hundred new members have joined the
church in the last twelve months. Overflow
crowds every Sunday. Great new church
building will soon be finished and will be the
largest auditorium in the city.
CHAS. 0. COOK,
Secretary.
“I HOPE IT HELPED”
FRANK NORRIS IS YET ALIVE
we are far gladder to record it and indorse
it than we were to make editorial reference
recently to the membership of the university
professors in the Cloverhurst locker club.
The other good news comes that all the uni
versity contingent joined in the petition which
drove the “liquor-locker” out of the Clover
hurst Club.
We crown them all with our plaudits and
rejoice in the accumulating signs that the
kingdom is coming” at Athens.
down, because the writer knew they ought to
live. Indeed, every young man and old with
ambition to be a speaker ought to wear, those
words or the spirit of them in his heart of
hearts —for, though an ambitious orator speak
like an archangel, though he pile phrases into
pyramids of beauty like Tom Marshall or jug
gle with words like the blighting Brand, his
lingual output will be but “sounding brass
or a tinkling cymbal” unless it be shot through
and through with the passion to stir hearts
toward unselfish good —to help the hearer to
the highest and the best
“I hope it helped!” Certainly, little wiz
zard of thought and speech, and may God make
the passion and purpose back of those words
the fire that shall burn on the altar of a thou
sand new orators’ hearts.
The above message was forwarded to the
editor on a lecture tour out west in order that
it might receive his personal attention. First
hand information received from Ft. Worth
people who attended the Southern Baptist
Convention throws new light on the Ft. Worth
situation, investing it with interest both pic
turesque and heroic.
While some good people are yet divided as
to the wisdom of Frank Norris’ course, the fact
remains that since the pastor was charged with
burning his church and home, he has continued
to 1 ‘do business at the same old stand.” The
Ft. Worth Record, which, under the brilliant
editorial management of Clarence Ousley, the
anti-prohibition leader, refused to give even
church notices about Frank Norris, is now pub
lishing his sermons. A recent issue told of an
overflowing crowd at the temporary Taber
nacle where the First Baptist Church is wor
shiping, and two young preachers told the edi
tor of The Golden Age that the story of over
six hundred additions in one year was not ex
aggerated, and that there are conversions and
baptisms at almost every service. Meantime,
Frank Norris keeps on firing “hot shot” into
the camps of liquor, gambling, graft and greed.
The Ft. Worth situation is tremendously in
teresting.