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The Golden Age
Published Every Thursday by The Golden Age
Publishing Company (Inc.).
OFFICE: 13 MOORE BUILDING, ATLANTA, GA.
WILLIAM D. UPSHAW Editor
MRS. W’M. D. UPSHAW .... Associate Editor
MRS. G. B. LINDSEY Managing Editor
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PUBLISHERS' PRESS. PRINTERS
PROUD OF THOMASVILLE.
When a town of a shade less than ten thou
sand people, already supporting a splendid
Beautiful system of public schools, de-
South Georgia liberately and enthusiastically
City Votes votes a bond issue of $60,000
Bonds For for school improvements, we
New School count it an inspiring example
of enterprise and progress. That is what
Thomasville, Georgia, has done. The white
and colored schools will share the needed im
provements while a magnificent high school
building with an ample and greatly needed
city auditorium will be erected.
The town where an editor gets his wife
would naturally be crowned by that same edi
eor, but this editor is ready to declare that
even without that delectable, historic fact
Thomasville, Georgia, is one of the fairest,
finest cities of its size on the American conti
nent. As Jno. B. Nevin would say: “Honest
to goodness, we mean it this time.”
PROHIBITION AND THE GEORGIA
GOVERNORSHIP.
Whatever the liquorized fault-finders may
say beyond the bounds of Georgia every man
No Man inside the state who will confess the
Would truth will tell you that no candidate
Dare Ask for a state office would dare seek
Repeal election on a platform to repeal our
state prohibition law. One man sought it in
a recent gubernational campaign, and although
he was personally popular and had a large
campaign fund back of him he “didn’t get
to the first base.”.
We predict that no other man will try it
in this generation—or any other generation.
And what do we see now? Not only three
candidates out of the four declaratively for
more prohibition and better prohibition, but
even Hon. Randolph Anderson, whose candi
dacy suffers irreparably because he hails from
Savannah where he has failed to lead a pro
test against her nullification of the state pro
hibition law—even Randolph Anderson de
clares that he is not in favor of disturbing our
prohibition law which he regards as a “recog
nized fixture” in Georgia. The trouble with
Mr. Anderson’s position is this—he doesn’t go
far enough. He ought to say like Dr. L. G.
Hardman, the author of the Senate Prohibition
Bill that he believes in strengthening the pres
ent prohibition law so as to make it effective
in every county in the state.
While Judge Nat Harris is a vigorous pro
hibition fighter for years and Wm. J. Harris
who voted straight in his legislative career,
have not said much about it in their speeches
thus far, it is generally understood that they
are square against any concession whatever
(Continued o npage 5.)
THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF JULY 23, 1914
GEORGIA EDITORS AND LAGER BEER
(Georgia Papers Please Copy All of this
Editorial.)
Somebody must say it, and the Editor of
The Golden Age feels that he must speak this
earnest word of protest though
A Regrettable he should stand absolutely
Incident alone.
And A The splendid town of Com-
Painful merce entertained the Georgia
Indictment. editors royally without finding
it necessary to furnish alcoholic
drinks. But when we reached Tallulah Falls
(rather that beautiful place where the saps
used to fall) we found it very different.
It was mighty fine for the Georgia Power
and Electric Company to furnish the Georgia
editors a superb barbecue dinner and to other
wise entertain us by showing us all the won
ders of the water-power development through
which they are lighting many towns and turn
ing many wheels of machinery, and this edi
tor voiced his honest appreciation when called
on for a speech by President McCutcheon. But
in order to keep my conscience on top I did
say that “they have furnished some of us
more than we wanted.”
And that “more” was the lager beer which
seemed the only drinkable until some of us
asked for water, and later coffee was served.
We all knew, of course, that the beer was not
intended as an affront to the temperance views
of the majority of the editors—it was gener
ally felt that the officers of the Georgia Power
Company, being Northern men, did not know
that a dinner where lager beer was served was
a breach of proprieties to a state-wide company
of editors and their wives, sons and daughters,
and it does seem that somebody would have
thought of iced lemonade for those who didn’t
want an intoxicating beverage.
But this personal protest is written, not so
much as a criticism of the power company,
which intended to be hospitable and who fur
nished us a delightful dinner otherwise, but as
a reluctant, painful indictment of the editors
themselves, who seemed eager enough to drink
that lager beer, and, alas! of the women who
drank it.
I know that there is a foolish notion that
lager beer is a necessity to digest a barbecue
dinner, but there is not a word of that so, for
I have been eating barbecue dinners all my
life and I have seen thousands get along all
right with water and lemonade.
But this is the thing that hurts, the man—
or the woman who drinks one glass of beer
“CAPITAL, LABOR AND CHRIST.”
Rarely, if ever before in this country, have
such meetings of good fellowship between cap-
Meetings
Os Great
Fellowship
In Atlanta
House and the last two in the
Baptist Tabernacle, the attendance has been
most gratifying and the interest reciprocal, re
sponsive, enthusiastic. The large number of
strikers from the Fulton Bag and Cotton Mills
has added tragic interest to the meetings.
Up in the gallery one man said in answer to
John J. Eagan’s declaration that the spirit of
Christ would settle every problem: “We have
been waiting 1900 years for Christ to settle it,
ital and labor been held as the
three recent mass meetings in At
lanta under the auspices of the
Men and Religion Forward Move
ment. First in the Grand Opera
will drink another and another
They did it on this occasion, and
men and women left that beer bar
rel partly intoxicated. One of
these women was a mother! What
The Thing
That
Hurts.
shame!
It is a sad story to tell, but it seemed that
fully half of these “leaders of the people”^—
men and women whose example, as well as pre
cept should properly guide the boys and girls
of the communities in which they live, forgot
the responsibility and welcomed this brain
befogging beverage. Yes, and then the exam
ple of these seasoned drinkers (for there are
a few Georgia editors who drink it every time
they get a chance) many others followed and
some young men—alas! some beautiful girls
of tender years were led to take their “first
drink. ’ ’
God save them from the next!
Now, I well know that from some of my broth
er editors will go up the ready-made cry: 1 i Up
shaw is extreme.”
I am just against it—that’s all! With per
sonal friendship for all, but without apology
to any man of high or low degree—without
apology to any editor or set of editors I put
myself on record before the people of Georgia
as being uncompromisingly opposed to the use
of intoxicating drinks of any kind, and I cer
tainly believe that Georgia editors who preach
the doctrine of building homes and safe-guard
ing youth ought to practice what they preach.
I believe furthermore that the Georgia Week
ly Press Association ought to pass a resolution
at its next session at Eastman registering their
disapproval of any member’s drinking any
kind of intoxicants on our outing trips, and
making it a part of our organic law that all
communites entertaining us from now till the
Judgement Day, refrain from offering intoxi
cating drinks which may lead the young among
us to habits that debauch and damn.
“If this be treason, make the most of it,”
but this one thing I know—the parents of
Georgia know I am right—and “this one thing
I do”—if this were my last utterance with
tongue or pen, I would declare that the edi
tors of the papers that go into our homes ought
not to be a beer-guzzling set of men and
women.
May God save the youth of Georgia and all
other states from such a cancerous debauch
ing example! Yours for the safe-guarding
of youth, WILLIAM D. UPSHAW.
and we will have to take hold and settle it
ourselves.”
This brought fervent, telling responses from
speakers in the free-for-all discussion, and the
question is answered in full in a powerful “Men
and Religion Bulletin” which we publish in
our next issue.
It is written by that remarkable combination
of lawyer and Christian evangel, Marion Jack
son, and is a sample of the thrilling, trans
forming messages of Bible truth applied to
practical ( /ery-day problems of humanity
which are appearing from day to day and week
to week in the Atlanta papers.
More and more we thank God for such
Christian business men as are backing this
great movement with their money, their time
and ther love.