The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-03-27
Sunday Courtsi,ips and Ice Cream.


there will be no need Of rcformers, and
that they will become extinct. No
other class In the community could be
so i'll spared. Little as they suspect
it, their real mission in the world is
to reform the dullness Of life, and to
lose them would be like turning off
the flow Of humor at the faucet.
The last of these unconscious con-
trlbutors to the gaycty of nations is
the National Sabbath Alliance, VINO
boldly grapplcd last week with two Of
the crying evils of the day, which
they declare to be the perncious Gus
tom OF having ice cream for Sunday
dinner and paying visits cn The Sab
bath. Both of these practices were
condemned in the most unsparing lam
gnagc, and members were urged to
unite in a crusade against the wicked
ice cream freezer, and for the suppress
sion Of the Sunday night beau.
Now whether eating ice cream on
Sunday IS sin OF not depends alto
gcthcr on The ice cream itself There
is no doubt that blue, skinned milk.
boarding house ice cream, that looks
like poor paste and tastes like luke
warm glue, is IA sacrclpious imitation
Of a good thing, and deserves to be
suppressed 1t is, however, dcsper-
atcly dcccitful and provocative of
pains and profanity, and ccflins have
been filled aud souls lost thereby.
On the other hand, ice cream that is
the result of Il happy blending of ice
and rich cream aud sugar. and deli
cate essences, induces feeling of
peace and contcntment and brothcrly
love to the world to spread itself over
the partakcr, and is an humble instru-
mcnt for righteousness working in our
midst.
Before the cohorts of the Sabbath
Alliance attack the ice cream freezer
they should read the fact that nobody
ever arose from proper dinner, that
begun with consomme and ended with
an ice, and went forth to do hurt to
their fellow creatures It is the hun
cry who are Anarchists, not the we'll
fed. When it comes to crime, the ice
cream freezr can always prove an alibi.
The matter Of cutting ice cream off
the Sunday menu, however. is COM
paratively unimportant We can al
ways have Nesselrode pudding instead.
1t is the project for suppressing the
Sunday beau that calls for protest.
Even reformers may 20 too far, and
this is the solar plexus blow at NJ matri-
mony that is not to be tolerated.
From time immemorial Sunday night
has been sacred to the courting beau
the man who meant business, and was
genuinely in love for keeps. Frivo.
lous aud firtatious young men drop in
on all nights of the week, and their at
tentions are taken for what they are
worth-a mere pleasant passing Of the
sime-but just as soon as man de-
velops steady Sunday night ten
dency, a girl begins to try to decide
in her own mind whether she will
have church wedding or be married
at home in the back parlor under
floral horseshoe.
Nobody can explain it, but every
woman knows that Sunday night is the
psychological moment when a man
proposes, if he is ever going to do it.
There's the nice, long stroll from
church for one thing, with moonlight
effects that simply bristle with senti.
mental opportunities. Or, more DO
tent still, the quiet hour at home, with
drawn curtains, the fire fickering low
In the crate and the girl at the piano
singing, "Blest Be the Tie that
Binds" and old hymns that make q man
feel suddenly homesick and like he
wanted somebody to love him.
The man that doesn't mean to Don
the question then and there had better
grab his hat and run. for he will never
be in greater danger until he stands at
the foot of the altar.
Shall our girls, in these strenuous
matrimonial times, be reformed out OF
such golden opportunities to catch a
husband as are offered by the Sunday
night call? Perish the thought! Man
was not made for the Sabbath, but the
Sabbath was made for man. and Sua-
day evening was especially devised
for courtship.
Nor need the National Sabbath ALI
ance look upon the Sunday beau as
an unmixed evil. It gives the girl
such beautiful opportunity to teach
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