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The Columbia Sentinel. Official Organ Harlem, Ga., and Columbia County. Published Every Friday at Harlem, Ga. Entered in Post Office at Harlem, Ga., as Second Class Matter. SUBSCRIPTION $2.00 PER YEAR ; when sent in dubs of f ve $7.50. RATES TO NEWSDEALERS—Three cents each, cash to accompany order. SAMPLE COPY RATES—$1.00 per hundred in bundles or wrapped in single packages and sent to seperate addresses. In lots of five hundred $4.00 or $7.50 per thousand. E. H. MILLER, Editor and Publisher. THOS. E. WATSON, Contributing Editor. ALICE LOUISE LYTLE, Managing Editor. Harlem, Georgia, May 9, 1919. The only difference between the bolshevik and the anarchist is: you spell them differently. * * * * It may be that the Scotch have still their “keen sense of humor.” We read “Daniels in Scot¬ land runs into a big stort,”—and thus the Scotch were saved a big talk. * * * * A big German army is necessary, a German statesman is assuring his people, and it isn’t.'hard to guess that there wont be any mad rush on the part of the Germas to enlist. * * * * It may make you sleep better to know that our Vice President is back on the job in Washington, and Mr. Tumulty may turn over the cablegrams etc to that representative the people chose. * * * * It would seem easier to "give the Italians what they demand—and what they probably believe is honestly theirs, than to keep the world in the state of turmoil that is now so near to panic. * * * * That the British have also had to get acquainted with the billion mark, is evidenced by the fact that “The British budget is $8,451,400,000.,” ac¬ cording to a cabled item in the newspapers. * * * * When proud commonwealths present battle¬ ships, named for them, with the usual array of silver, what will they do with the time-honored punch bowl? Save it to bathe the mascots in? * * * * This is the time of year when the Amatuer Gardener eats his owti radishes, that have averaged him twenty-five cents per each, and wonders why the farmer complains of the hard work on a farm. * * * * There is still hope that the “movies” may be kept decent. A New York Judge refused to license one of the picture plays that had been reported as objectionable, after a view of the picture in his court. At last Father is going to have the chance of his life to hold up rFiend Wife on her extravagant expenditures. Read the list of taxable things, un¬ der the head of “luxuries,” and sec where he breaks even. Honest now, isn’t this a good lime to make a thorough study of this bolshevik business? Just think of the menace hanging over us, when the letter carrier is made the- innocent deliverer of death into your home. * Tennessee has many things to be proud of. The latest is, one of the new battleships, named af¬ ter that noble State, has received, in the christen¬ ing, probably one of the last bottles of wine to be used for such a purpose. * * * * When we bar the gates of our Country to the riff-raff of Europe, Asia and Africa, it will no longer be possible for such outrages as are now happening. The “Yellow” peril was largely imag¬ inary, hut the peril of unrestricted immigration is upon us in every horrible form. New York is said to be living in a riot of crimo and immorality. And history agitin repeats itself: that city is the clearing house for every re¬ turning soldier, and it is a safe bet to say that every soldier is followed by at least three hangers on who mean to get what they can from him. Courts-martial will not be so popular, it would seem, after the investigation now being made, and the exposition of tyranny that has developed. Bodies of men need discipline, and lots of it, but when that’discipline is actuated by spite, it falls short of its intention, and needs to be curbed. How any man can look at the average woman in the cities, notice the outrageous waV in which they go into public, on the streets, partially dress¬ ed. and have have any wavering of opinion as to their fitness for the ballot-—or for any serious part in the affairs of State, ns a body,Is n hard thing to understand. The individual woman has done won¬ ders in the work necessary the past three years, but until she. in the concrete, will rise above the de¬ mands of “fashion.” she cannot expect to take part, on a level with man. in the big affairs of the Nation. And these lines are written bv a woman. THE COLUMBIA SENTINEL, HARLEM, GA. Burleson on this Side, Wilson on the Other. Taka it altogether, and veiwing the situation from every “angle,” we have been having a regular cat and monkey time. Of course, you remember what the parrot said, after the monk got through with her: she cast a melancholy look at the place where her tail feathers had formerly plumaged, and she sadly remarked —“Polly talks too d d much." That’s the way it is with Burleson and Wil¬ son: Albert Sidney talks too much over here, and Woodpile W. talk»jtoo much over there. So long as Burleson was treading on no big¬ ger things than The Jeffersonian, The Masses, Bull , and similar small fry, his sailing was of the smoothest description, and he gloried in his might: but when he reached out and grabbed Mackay’s Telegraph Company, and followed this up by smiting the New York World a blow under the belt, he came to grief. Moreover, he undertook to fight the meek and lowly telephone girls at the same time! A man who has no better sense than to accum¬ ulate combats like that, deserves to get just what Burleson got. As to Woodpile Wilson, it takes him longer to make peace than it took our soldiers to win the war. And why? Because he talks so d d much. That’s all there is to it. He is so immoderate¬ ly fond of listening to his own phrase-making, that he has just about driven half the world crazy. Between Burleson talk and Wilson talk, faithfully published in the menial daily papers, we have no rest; and we have almost forgotten to ask what was done with the last $100,000,000, which a menial Congress gave to our narrow-head¬ ed Schoolmaster. Burleson saw fit to suddenly discover that the in-coming Republican Congress would be opposed to his seizure of Mackay’s Telegraphs and Cables: why did he half ruin this rival to the Western Union, before he felt the pulse of the next Con¬ gress ? What, does he now know about the Congress¬ men elected last November, that he could not have learned before inflicting almost irreparable dam¬ ages upon the competitor of the Western Union? To a man not totally blind, it looks very much as though the seizure of those cables, after the armistice, arid while Wilson was preparing his grandiose European promenade, was intended to prevent the free circulation of news. Wilson didn’t want Europe to hear from America, and he didn’t want America to hear from Europe. His ravenous appetite for “pitiless publicity," is mere academic phrase-making, like nine-tenths of his other deliverances to the public. Who knows what has been going on at Paris? Nobody, excepting the half-dozen men who locked themselves within a room, to exemplify “open covenants of peace openly arrived at.” Who has delayed peace? Wilson has, bv his interminable talk, and his effort to please the Pope by robbing Italy of that for which a million Italians died. The eleventh-hour man in this case not only wants to be the equal of those whose labor started at sun up, but he arrogates to himself the right to issue orders to all the others. Is it any wonder that Europe is becoming em¬ bittered against us? Did I not predict this very state of affairs, when Wilson first went over? It seemed to me as plain then, as it does now, that his intrusion of his dogmatic schoolteacher personality at the Peace Conference was a calami¬ tous error. He did not belong there, and he should not have gone. Had he left the negotiations to our Premier, as the other nations did, we would long ago have had peace, the unrest of the world would have quieted down, business would have resumed its normal condition, the armies would have been dis¬ banded, the ruinous expenses of governments would have been reduced within rational limits, and “mankind” would have gone back to its ac¬ customed routine. As it is, Wilson has taken up so much time parading himself , courting royal attentions, seek¬ ing, ovations, delivering transcendental orations and. running for the office of President of the League of Nations, that we feel like inquiring WHO WON THE WAR? We have suddenly eased up on Germany: the menial papers are wonderfully lenient to Austria; Bulgaria has gone into a bombproof; the treach¬ erous King of Greece is treated like a brother, while the King of Italy is publicly slapped in the face. And the Italians went into the War two years before Messrs. Wilson and Balfour had that long, secret conference in the East Room of the Washington White House. Mr. Burleson acted wisely when he retreated from a position which was untenable: Mr. Wilson might serve this country well, if he did likewise. Wilson’s alleged firmness and his much-eulo¬ gized “jaw” had to give way to Japan: China was sacrificed and the Japs got what they demanded. Why is Italy made to remember that the Pope hates her with intense bitterness, and wants his own outlet to the seat THE SENTINEL WILL BE SENT TO ANY ADDRESS FOR ONE YEAR FOR $2. 8 MONTHS $1.50,6 MONTHS $1. 3 MONTHS 50C., Oil IN CLUBS OF FIVE $7.50. A Catholic Cardinal's Belief in "Relics." (continued from page one.) away from the East to the West; that the Huns of Attila burnt it; and that it was miraculously restored to Rome: how, then, can you be surprised when an ignorant Catholic woman of New York believes that her son was kept out of the fighting by the personal intervention of the Virgin? The Catholic church has cart-loads of the pieces of this true Cross. They say it is due to “miraculous multiplica¬ tion,” and they cite the precedent of the loaves and fishes. (You have to get up soon in the morning, if you expect to head off Catholic explanations.) Strange to say, the devout mother of Constan¬ tine failed to find the Crown of Thorns: she may have thought that thorns do not last as long as wood does. On page 195, Vol. I. of the Venetian History, drawn from the standard work of Sismondi, we learn that the Crusaders of the Middle Ages found this sacred relic, and that the Christian Emperor Baldwin, of Jerusalem, pawned it for a loan of $35,000, in our money. The pious Baldwin being unable to redeem the Crown, it was sold by the Venetians to the King of France, some 1259 years after it had been placed upon the head of Christ. We are told than an angel appeared to a priest, in a dream, and told him where to find the relic. Saint Louis, King of France, caused the Crown to be carried in great state to Paris, and he enshrined it there in a splendid chapel. What has become of it? Cardinal Newman says that “portions of the crown of thorns are kept at Paris.” The truth is, that the more intelligent Catho¬ lics hav® lost confidence in the cross and the crown, and no pilgrim processions of the devotees now periodically visit these relics, to pay them reverence. In the second volume of the Venetian history —page 91—we are told that the Mohammedans possessed, at Constantinople, the seamless vesture of Christ. Where did they find it, when, and how? By what marks was it identified? Nobody knows: nobody ever did know. This relic is that to which Cardinal Newman referred as the Holy Coat of Treves—and no one can tell how it got from Constantinople to Treves. There is a book entitled “Extraordinary Pop¬ ular Delusions,” which gives an account of how the Crusaders discovered the lance which pierced i he side of Christ. The Apostle St. Andrew “appeared” to a priest, transported him through the air into the city of Antioch, and into the principal church (mosque) of the Saracens; where he, the apostle, went down into the earth, and showed the priest where the lance had lain buried for more than 1200 years! When the Crusaders captured the city, the priest led the Count of Toulouse to the spot, and,' sure enough! there was the holy lance. In the book already named, there is a chapter on relics; and, after referring to those which I have mentioned, it states that the Crusaders brought back with them from the Holy Land the tears of Christ, and of Mary, and of Peter! The priests vouched for the genuineness of these little phials of water, and the people rap¬ turously believed! What can you expect of people who believe that painted Madonnas roll their eyes, and that priests convert a morsel of bread into the actual body of Jesus Christ? What can you expect of. people who pretend to believe that God had a human mother? The author of “Extraordinary Popular Delus¬ ions” says: “After the tears, the next most precious relics wero drops of the blood of Jesus , and the milk of tfhc Virgin Mary." In the wonderful book of Sir Thomas Browne, “Religio Medici:” wo are told that the Crusading Emperor Baldwin of Jerusalem was heavily in debt to the Genovese for assistance rendered to the Crusaders, and that Baldwin settled the bill by sending to Genoa “ the ashes of John the Baptist." (See page 59, Religio Medici, American edition of Ticknor and Fields.) Sir Thomas Brown was one of the most learn¬ ed men of the 17th century: when lie cites Scrip¬ ture or history he never blunders. We have seen how the Emperor Baldwin soaked the Venetians for $35,000 on the crown of thorns which Cardinal Newman believed tb still be in Paris: in this other instance we see the valiant Baldwin using the ashes of John the Baptist as legal tender, in payment to Genoa for the use of the ships and supplies which carried the Crusaders across the seas to the Holy Land. (We are not informed as to how the Genovese merchants regarded this settlement, nor what re¬ marks they made about the Emperor Baldwin.) In Dr. Eager’s work, “Romanism in its Home,” page 53, lie states that the European Cath¬ olics; at one time, claimed to possess thirteen heads of John the Baptist: consequently, the ashes with which Baldwin paid off the Genovese were incom¬ plete, and I fear that the valiant Baldwin was an accomplished debt-dodger. Dr. Eager says that the Italian priests claim¬ ed to possess the very finger which, at the bidding of Christ, the doubting Thomas thrust into the wound made by the lance. Possessing both the lance and the finger, we may feel thankful that the do not produce the More Light on Roman Catholi¬ cism from the Inside. It isn’t very often that we are able to get real, bona-fide information of the Roman Catholia priesthood, from a priest who has quit the church, and has fearlessly expressed himself. Usually, when a priest shows signs of getting restless; when he begins to question—not only him¬ self, but his fellow priests, the church gets suspi¬ cious and the next address of the too-inquisitive priest is either an insane asylum or a monastery, or the grave yard. That Roman Catholicism doesn’t like to be too closely questioned or investigated, is evidenced by the way in which the Roman Catholic bishop of Savannah—Kiely, has side-stepped the Veasey Inspection Law. This Law provided that nil institutions,— Roman, Protestant, Baptist or of any name what¬ ever, in which men, women or children were held, were to be invent"«*od. Did any of the other denominations object? Not even at the risk of finding the orphans with pink-eye and lice; not even at the fear ol finding the old men or the old women in these “Homes” illy fed or illy clad, did any of the de¬ nominations rebel. But Rome does things differently. With her “Ignorance is the mother of devotion,” and a lot of Protestants would be more devoted if they con tinued to be ignorant of the inner workings of Roman Catholicism, than they would be if they were told the truth, as many grand juries would find it, on a tour of investigation through the Roman Catholic orphanages, .Houses of the Good Shepherd and the convents. It is, therefore, of more than usual interest to learn that a young man named H. P. Fey, who was until recently “Father” Fey, is now connected with a strong anti-Catholic paper—“The Twis City Reporter,” published in Minneapolis, Min¬ nesota, and is giving weekly his views of the church from which he found nothing of religion, nothing of comfort, and nothing but deceit. Send to the office of the paper in Minneapolis, Minn., and ask for a recent issue. E. H. M. Roman soldier. His escape was certainly as miraculous as the finding of his lance. The illustrious Mr. Addison published a book of Travels in Italy—17th century—and it shared the fate of Charles Dickens’ “Notes on Italy,” in that the Pope forbade Catholics to read it. On page 37, Addison writes, that he saw at Vendome, in France what the pi’iests showed to him as “a tear that our Savior shed over Lazarus, and which was gathered up by an Angel who put it in a little crystal vial, and made a present of it to Mary Magdalene.” (Addison’s travels cover the years 1701, 1702, and 1703.) “Jesus wept” said the little boy who snooped the shortest verse for his Sabbath recital, and the next little boy (who had made the same selection) could do nothing more than to verify the state¬ ment by saying, “He sure did.” But neither one of these little boys knew that an Angel caught the tears and gave them to Mary Magdalene. Even Cardinal Newman seems to have been ignorant of the miraculous preservation of these tears. Dr. Eager includes among the venerated Catholic relics the veil of the Virgin Mary, and Cardinal Newman published to the world his im¬ plicit belief in it. Dr. Eager also mentions such adored relics as the reed and sponge used at the Crucifixion, the water-pots of the Cana marriage-feast, and some of the wine! Dr. Eager says that a priest, at Rome, showed to him the chain with which Peter had been bound in Jerusalem, and also the chain which they be¬ lieve Nero fastened him with in Rome. As to the nails driven into Christ’s hands and feet, the Roman church formerly exhibited forty of them, not counting the one in the Iron Crown, nor those out of which Constantine made his hel¬ met, nor those whioh he converted into a curb and bit for his horse. In a small bottle, the priests formerly showed to believers a portion of the darkness which spread over Egypt, and feathers from 'the wing of :ta arch-angel. At. Rome, and at any hour of the day, the tourist can see drivelling idiots on their knees making their slow, painful way up the Holy Stairs—the identical steps that were in Pilate ’3 palace when Christ faced his accusers. IIow did this marble stairway leave Jeru¬ salem and land in Rome? Who identified it? When did it arrive in the Vatican? Nobody knows: nobody ever did know. It isn’t the fault of the New York newspapers, if many otherwise ignorant, have not now a splen¬ did working idea of how to make a bomb. Photo¬ graphs, diagrams, chemical analysis and all, have been painstakingly given. And it doesn’t seem to dawn on the heads of these newspapers that many a private grudge will be paid, if possible, by many whom will now “take a chance” at bomb making, and sending. ■ \ WANTED—A young peacock. Price must be reasonable. S., care of The Columbia Sentinel.
