The morning call., 1893-03-25

his Struggling crowd together and parade
the streets with his brass band and shout
and sing until he is hOarSe, but so far as
hurting us is concerned it will have no more
effect than a gnat on bulls horn"
The War Cry's editor smiled at bis strik-
ing metaphor, and his glance ran about the
room In large, world-sweeping way.
people may try to behttle the Salvation
Army as much they please, and say
patronizing things to US and smile at us
when We are not looking, but this Is a great
organization. Imitation of its meth ods,
even in cheap-John way. shows that we
are recognized as something and somebody.
This is the great and only Salvation Army.
1t was the first thing of its kind, and has been
widely initiated MaybelPs army is only
one of 600 or 200 limitations, but they have
never amounted to anythlng-that Is. with
q single exception, the Army of the Church
of England, which has adopted many of
our features. including brass binds, uni
forms, flags and all the rest of the Tigma-
role. They even use concertnas."
The face of the editor of the War Cry
was now lit up with enthusiasm as he told
of the way in which the "sincerest form of
fattery" had been expressed for the meth
ods Of the Salvationists.
There has also been very marked imi-
tatiOn of our plan by the MethOdists Of
Canada, who also employed brass bands
and marched in the streets; but do not
think the idea is continued to any extent.
You see. they initiate us in a way, but
they do not get at the real secret Of the
army, which is w0rk-tO do good wherever
We can, whether il be in almshousc, hOspi-
trl. slums, or elsewhere. Our plans and
insignia are not copyrighted. Anybody can
initiate them who wants to, without fear of
any process of law, but there is 10 fear of
any of these imitators supplanting us. They
generally last but short time.
"Our army is growing very rapidly. I
may mention II as matter of news that by
April 1 we will have fifty stations esta6-
lished in The Pacific division. We already
have $50 officers"
"And how many members ?" was asked.
The captain rubbed his hand across his
forehead.
That can hardly say just at present.
But we're having census taken Of the reg
ular soldiers and others, and we will know
very soon just where we stand numerically
Il want to show you how we are printing
the War Cry now" he went on. Come
this way"
He led the reporter out of his office and
through some curtained-off apartments and
past little railings, over which beamed
pretty type writer girls. A japanese book
keeper sat at one desk and beautifully
banged and smiling sub-editor sat at an
other.
The editor paused before large pile of
new covers of the War Cry.
"I on see, we're gong to bind up this
issue in cOloTs. IT S zinc pr0ceSS-some-
thing new-and it works finely"
The front OF the cover was radiant with
red angels, red clouds, and in It's unfinished
state looked altogether redly attractive.
I'VE are going to print this color over
with Others that will give the cover a finish.
and think the result will be excellent"
Editor Milsaps' face glowed with the par
donable pride that he felt in the cover and
he fingered over it lovingly.
Then he led the way through the assem-
bly, hall. where a big sign announced the
future advent of Blanche Cox, the evan
geist OF the slums." and the visitor fol-
lowed him into the printing Office from
which the War Cry is now issued. 1t proved
to be hive of industry, and Editor Mllsaps
took evident satisfaction in showing off its
varied features, which included a large power
press, small job press. an array of impos
ing stones and type, cases and racks, at
which stood busy young men and young
women compositors.
A "planer proof" was Just being taken Of
the last forms of the War Cry, and for this
operation the editor was all ewes. he
grasped the proof eagerly and started hack
for his sanctum TO scan the print for those
errors which will creep into the highest and
holiest OF publications IL they are II OF seized
upon in the proper moment of the evolution
Of the printing process.
NO. we're not worrying about Maybell. /"
said the editor in farewell. I'VE have no
fear OF him or his army"