The Golden age. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1906-1915, April 22, 1915, Page 4, Image 4

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4 The Golden Age Pabished Every Thursday by The Golden Age __ Publishing Company (Inc.) OFFICE: 13 MOORE BUILDING, ATLANTA, GA. WILLIAM D. UPSHAW . ? ' ' " ' ? Editor WM. D. UPSHAW .... Associate Editor MBS. G. B. LINDSEY’ .... Managing Editor UN G. BROUGHTON, , Pulpit Editor Price $1.50 a Year In Cases sf Foreign Address, Fifty Sents Should Be Added to Cover Additional Postage. Bntered in the Postoffice in Atlanta, Ga., as Second-Class Matter. Atlanta, oa.: PUBLISHERS' PRESS. SPINTEWB SOME “WHITE” BASE BALL TALK. Because we think it will be worth a great deal to parents and preachers in shaping their Don’t Crush But Train “Young America’s ’ ’ Inclination. White, pastor of the Baptist Tab ernacle, Atlanta, about 'baseball. The sermon on “The Ethics of Outdoor Sports” appeared in fuil in The Golden Age of last week, but as baseball is the most popular of all these sports and considered by many ‘old people” as a sort of “craze” among our boys and young men, we feature especially what Dr. White says about baseball: “Baseball is the great American game,” he said. Shoulu it be encouraged? There is but one an swer. In itself it is harmless and helpful. There is no mingling of the sexes. There is the least possible risk of health. There is the fine sense of chance which makes it thrilling. It is scientific, and demands quick thinking and clean living. It is per fectly wholesome and ought to be encouraged. It is to America what the Olympic game was to Greece. It has come as a boon to the busy hard-working men and women of this strenuous day. It gives mental and physical rest in the open air and sun shine fresh from God’s finger; it quiets the brain and nerves of overworked, overwrought, overtaxed humanity. It saves men from the insane asylum and the suicide s grave. It prepares the appetite for a good supper and the body for a good night’s sleep. It is too valuable a recreation to be ignored and boycotted by good people.” Discussing the evils that so often accompany baseball Dr. White mentioned gambling and playing ball on Sunday. Gambling he declared ed should be stepped by a rigid enforcement of law, while Sunday ball-playing, he declared, must soon be outlawed by the enlightened con science of every Christian communitv. Let parents and pastors show their boys that they are interested in their sports; be a “fan” with them—be enthusiastic for their side; then you can teach them “Thus far and no further.” You can make them love clean sports and turn from the unclean as they would turn from a serpent’s hiss. Hurrah for the boys! Let us keep our hands on their hearts! WHEN A GOOD MAN DIES. We wonder sometimes if the world doesn’t forget how much it owes to a genuinely good And Rev. Henry Hardman Was A Good Man. who, in humility and unselfish love, is content attitude toward the boys in their homes and congregations who have red blood in their veins and want to play baseball, we repro duce on the editorial page a part of the utterances of Dr. J. L. man. We are not speaking now of the “crowned heads” among the world’s moral leaders, but of the plain, earnest, God-fearing man who has never walked the palm-strewn highway to be crowned a king of men—the man THE GOLDEN AGE Florida Senate Outrages Decency and Democracy Decency and Democracy were outraged by the Florida Senate last week. The House had A Battle Os Liquor Did The Devilish Deed. question in which there is state-wide interest; and this, too, in face of a petition of nearly a Hundred Thousand Florida freemen calling for a vote. This shows that liquor leaders are liars (plain talk, but there is no other name for it) when they say they believe in the “prin ciples of Democracy,” and that they are “op posed to prohibition because it is not Demo cratic.” Democracy means the rule of the people, and yet the liquor politicians refuse to allow all It is a great thing for any city to have such a preacher-citizen within its borders as J. Bernard Phillips of Chattanoo- B. Phillips Is Doing Things In Chattanooga. in that gay old town has found out that the Pastor of the Baptist Tabernacle is “on the map.” The Police Commissioner allows all sorts of stores open on Sunday in Open violation of the law. We saw something like a dozen of them open within a radius of two or three blocks around the church where Phillips is pastor. And the fearless Tabernacle pastor has been “crying aloud and sparring not” against these defiant desecrations. During the recent municipal campaign in Chattanooga where the lines were sharply drawn between the loose, wide-open crowd and the friends of law-enforcement this great preacher-citizen made his church the storm-cen ter of interest and activity. He led the fight that culminated in the rousing public meetings to do his unheralded part in making that great substratum of righteousness that holds the world together. Such a man was Henry E. Hardman of Com merce, Georgia, preacher and patriot, who died last week. The fact that Rev. Henry Hardman was a brother of Hon. L. G. Hardman, the Christian physician, constructive legislator and farmer statesman, who will doubtless be the next Governor of Georgia, naturally brought him into greater prominence than his modest manner would have won him, but Henry Hard man cared not for place and station nor cov eted the applause. The mantle of his honored preacher-father fell upon him, and while reared amid the environment of plenty—an oppor tunity that would have caused many a man to become commercialized, this good man kept to the text, “This one thing I do.” He believed God had called him to preach the gospel of Christ his Redeemer, and he overwhelmingly passed the bill submitting a constitutional pro hibition amendment to a vote of of the people. But the Senate reversed the House by one vote, thus refusing to allow the people to vote on a A Stalwart Preacher-Citizen ga. He has been in that notable city a. year but in that short jime the lawless liquor element the people ol the state to vote on the ques tion. It has developed that one Senator who had promised to vote for the Blitch Submission bill and who did vote for it at first, was so drunk on “ Jagsonville” liquor that he yelled out in maudlin fashion and changed his vote; thus outraging decency as well as democracy and keeping saloons in the saddle by one devilish battle of liquor. God pity the men—the so-called decent men, who voted on the side of this drunk senator and his battle of Jacksonville “booze.” There is something mentally or morally wrong about any man who will deliberately line up on the side of saloons, breweries and distilleries. Poor, beautiful “Land of Flowers!” May God yet mock her betrayers and speed the dry of her redemption. ill which George Stuart and the editor of The Golden Age spoke three times each on Sunday before the election. While Chattanooga was “too far gone” to expect an immediate victory for the forces of righteousness, it is very clear that the campaign did untold good in giving tonic and tone to the community conscience. With a continuation of such defiant devilment as the Police Commissioners of Chattanooga has been perpetrating on a mighty fine town—a town that deserves better treatment and a bet ter reputation, the best people of Chattanooga will soon be awakened to their danger. Such wholesome campaigns as Phillips has led in, supported by almost the entire ministry of the city, the Inter Church Federation of Business Men and the plucky, fearless Chattanooga News —a great, clean paper that does not sell the white virtue of its space to the bar-room in terests of the community and the nation—will finally—pray God, speedily, clean up the town and make Chattanooga as great for civic right eousness as it is for beauty of situation, and commercial prowess. Meantime, let all the pas tors be preacher-citizens and the victory will sooner come. rightly counted it the highest call on earth. Henry Hardman loved the lowly and rejoiced to do his work among them. For many years pastor of the Madison Street Baptist Church in the cotton mill community where his dis tinguished brother was president, he was close to humanity and tenderly loved by those who had been so richly blessed by his humble, beau tiful ministry. What the world owes to such a life as that of Henry Hardman can hardly be measured in time nor revealed in Eternity. Look at your label and send your renewal subscription to THE GOLDEN AGE April 22, 1915