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2 “THE EMPIRE STATE” IS NO MORE. We hailed with joy the recent birth of ‘The Empire State,” Hon. Jesse Mercer’s stalwart Jesse Mercer Deserved To Win. “The Empire State” has consolidated with Frost’s brilliant monthly magazine, “The Call of the South.” Mr. Frost is indeed fortunate in making such an acquisition, for Jesse Mercer’s con nection with his magazine will be a decided asset. Jesse Mercer is worthy to be governor of Georgia. He is a superb gentleman and one of the most trenchant writers in the South. HOGE’S GREAT WORK IN NORFOLK. During the editor’s recent visit to Norfolk, it was a source of great pride and thanks- giving to see the really great work being done by Rev. B. Lacy Hoge, the beloved pastor of Spurgeon Memorial church, and editor of the Sunday School Lessons isi The Gol den Age. Dr. Hoge is a recognized leader in every movement for the We Are Proud Os Our Sunday School Editor community’s betterment, and is es pecially strong as a wise, forceful fighter for civic righteousness and as an opponent of the politcal encroachments of Romanism. When he spoke sometime ago to “The Guardians of Liberty,” the Majestic Theatre was piled from pit to dome, and it was declared that fifteen hundred people failed to hear his ad dress on “Peter and the Pope.” Mrs. Hoge is essentially an ideal wife for a leader and their work at Spurgeon Memorial church is bring ing a great blessing to one of the largest congregations in Virginia. Paul and Timothy It is a singular coincidence that our Sunday school editor was bap tized by our pulpit editor when “Col. Hoge” was a lawyer in Roanoke, and the now world famous Dr. Broughton was pastor there. Thus there is a “cable of hearts” laid from Norfolk to London and from each point to Atlanta, and these spiritual magnets send the electric thrill of their uplifting influence through The Golden Age to eager thousands from week to week. God bless these great, unselfish preachers— Paul and Timothy—and give them more and more a platform of increasing power. NEW GLORY FOR THE OLD DOMINION. (Continued from page 1.) DUTY, regardless of political consequence— that is the hero-spirit that has marked every step of the way for this real bona fide young statesman —but mark my words, the grateful people of Virginia will take care of the con sequences. Too Funny Not to TelL The story goes, the liquor fellows say, that the Enabling Act, passed by a fluke, and that Mapp put the fluke on the map. The whiskey leaders formed a vote inex pertedly, thinking they had two of three ma jority. Mapp’s eagle eye was on every man. EDITORIAL PAGE Georgia weekly. It “did run well” for a time and was making a fine impression everywhere — but lo! as one of the “appurte nances appertaining” to war-time the announcement comes that THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF OCTOBER 1, 1914 The editor of The Golden Age, while up in Virginia the other day, ran across the follow ing searching letter which a Christian “Trav eling Man” wrote to Virginia’s governor on the question of the state-wide prohibition of the liquor traffic. Maybe it will help some body else besides a “local option” governor: On Train in Virginia, August 16, 1914. My Dear Governor Stuart: I want to congratulate you on the vigorous pro test you have made against the use of your pic ture and your position by the liquor leaders of the state. I was just preparing to write you my protest against your allowing such a shameful prostitu tion of your personal and official influence. I don’t blame you for bfeing “as mad as fire” about it. Now, if they were using the Governor of the State to help save Virginia homes and youth, it would be all right. That’s what you are supposed to stand so to use you to help perpetuate bar-rooms in the state in which you are looked up on as a leader of morals as well as politics, is nothing less than a tragedy. But, frankly, the trouble is, Governor, you have “laid yourself liable.” You ought not to be voting with the bar-room crowd, and deep down in your heart you know it. You worked against saloons in your own county years ago—you said during the campaign that you had “always voted dry,” and the people |of the state who love homes and boys better than they love saloons and poli tics, are unspeakably disappointed in you. You know that the state is the unit in the crea tion of the law— you know Virginia has the su preme right to say whether she shall be dominat ed by liquor-drinking, law-defying cities that flood with liquor the counties that have voted to be free. The votes of a free people will retain bar rooms or banish bar-rooms. That is the question. He saw that two “wet” senators had not yet voted, and the vote would stand 17 to 19. In order to “move to reconsider” he changed his vote to “No.” Thinking they would have an other chance to placate the saloon leaders the two “wet” senators thought of their ‘Mry” constituents and suddenly drawled out “Aye.” Mapp saw his opportunity like a lightning’s flash and changed his vote back to “Aye” be fore the result was announced. The clerk called “A tie” and before anybody could “say Jack Robinson,” the president of the senate had broken the tie by voting “Aye,” and the bill was announced “Passed.” Consternation reigned supreme in the whis key ranks. They tried to move this and that, but there was “nothing doing”—the vote had been declared, and Mapp, with a halo of smiles around his head as big as a wagon wheel waved toward the floor leader of the opposi tion and said, “The fire is- out 1” Thus they say Senator Mapp voted three times on the same bill and every vote was legitimate. Anyway, it is universally agreed that the Hon. G. Walter Mapp, calm, cool and “collected,” is some floor leader. Strangely enough, Mapp says he does not like politics personally—and besides, it is an expensive luxury to a busy lawyer who finds time to be president of a couple of banks. But his people will make him go back to the sen- “A TRAVELING MAN” TO A GOVERNOR Which side are you on? What does your con science say? Good men make mistakes. You have made one— a mistake beyond all moral computation. If I were you, I wouldn’t run with a crowd and vote with a crowd of whiskey leaders who have no more respect for your wishes and for common decency than to use bar-room money to exploit the picture of Virginia’s Governor for the sake of boosting the bar-room cause. You know that this gang will corrupt all poli tics, garble any statistics, defame any character and buy any election to keep saloons on top. They say the saloon is not the issue. They lie when they say it —they know they lie, and you know they lie when they say it. God help you to shake loose from the grip of such a crowd. In their hearts they would think far more of you if you were to come out and repudiate them and their cause in toto —while the good people of the state, the praying mothers and fathers, would “sing the doxology” and rise up and call you blessed. If you will just come out and say that you have been honestly mistaken, but that, as you approach ed nearer and nearer election day you feel that, as a citizen, patriot and governor, you cannot af ford to march to the polls under the same black banner with every saloon-keeper, rum, gambler, bawdy-house owner and liquorized politician in the state, and that you cast all fear and former pride of opinion to the winds and take your place under the white banner that waves over home and youth and church of the Living God. Governor, if you will do this, it will guarantee the complete overthrow of saloon politics in the state you love. Your responsibility is awful. God help you to see and act like a true, brave man. Time and eternity are awaiting for your answer. A TRAVELING MAN AND A FATHER WHO PRAYS FOR YOU. ate long enough to fix up the new prohibition law and make it sweepingly effective. And, anyway, again, I have already begun to plan my lecture dates (Selah) so I can be in Rich mond a few years hence when G. Walter Mapp is inaugurated Governor—thus adding another gleam of “new glory for the Old Dominion.” “On to Washington!” will be a stronger slo gan than ever now in the ranks of the con quering prohibition patriots —for Virginia, “the mother of presidents,” victoriously ‘dry,’ will form a new citadel of vantage and power from which to storm Washington and drive the liquorized money-changers from the temple of pure Democracy. EHRLICH LEADS GREAT REVIVAL. Rev. Louis Jacob Ehrlich, the converted Hebrew, recently closed a gracious revival of eight days at Chamlee, (Ga.) Baptist Church, of which Rev. J. P. McConnell is the beloved pastor. There were about twenty-five conversions and the meeting closed at high tide with many enquiring the way of life. This gifted evangelist who is superinten dent of the Jewish Christian Mission in Atlanta, has decided to give himself almost wholly to evangelistic work. He can be addressed in care The Golden Age, Atlanta, Ga., and we are sure he will bring a blessing, under God, to the community where he may be called.