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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.
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April 22, 1915