Sunday Washington globe., 1902-04-13
Deacon Sims, InrooatIon

alta recent meeting Of exDansionists on
Mount Washington. Pittsburg, John Sims.
known as Deacon took advantage Of an
opportunity extended to him in the way Of
Joke II was suggested by some one that
the Deacon" open the meeting with an in
vocation No sooner had the suggestion
been made than John Sims, being an anti.
expansionist, was on his feet and responded.
Before he had finished oue-third the
audience left the meeting, and the remain
ing ones were so chilled that the meeting
proved failure The following is the in
vocation;
20 Lord God, born in the Jehovistic age.
reborn in the Oriental age, and largely wor.
shipped in this, the modern age, we wish
to make few suggestions for your con-
sideratiOu, and then have you transfer the
same 10 the Filipiuos Tell the Filipinos
they do not know what they are missing by
not wanting to become citizens of this grand
country Of ouis. There isn't anything like
it under the sun. Tell them to send dele
CATION over here to see us in this beautiful
Christian land Of the free land Of churches
pointing skYward and 100000 licensed
saloons and 'speak-easies' bibles and guns:
houses Of prayer and licensed houses Of
prostitution; millionaires and paupers;
clergymen and thieves; deacons and liars,
Christians and cut-throats politicians and
poverty; trusts and tramps money and
misery homes and hunger; virtue and vice
20 Lord God-born IN the Jehovistic age,
reborn in the Oriental age, and largely wor-
shipped IN this, the iron or modern age
Thou who knowest everything yet knowest
nothing, will you be so kind as to transfer
also to the Filipinos that here, In our land
of the free a bible can be bought for rs
cents and bad drink of whisky for & cents:
where we have men in Congress with three
wives, and a number in the penitentiaries
for having two where we make canned beef
out Of horses and sick cows and corpses
out Of our soldier boys; where we put man
in Jail for stealing goose from off the COM
mon and a man in the United States
Senate for stealing the common from
the goose where we have a con-
gTess of 400 men to make laws and a court
Of nine men to set them aside; where good
whisky makes bad men and bad men make
good whisky; where newspapers are paid
for suppressing the truth and made rich for
telling lie; yea this Christian land, where
preachers are paid $4,000 year to dodge
the devil and tickle the ear of the wealthy
and the politician where trusts hold yon
up and poverty holds you down; where the
girl who goes wrong is made an outcast and
her male friend-the prodigal-is made a
gentlemen and invited into society; where
men vote for thing one day and 'cuss' it
1914 days; where we have prayers on the
floors Of our Capitol buildings and whisky
in the cellars; where we spend $4,000 to
bury Congressman and $40 to bury an
honest workingman who is poor yea, verify,
in this land where to be vrtuous is to be
lonesome, and to be honest is to be called a
crank; where churches make Christians and
honest men make in6dels where we pay
$4,000 for dog and IS cents dozen to a
poor woman for making shirts; where in
four of our large cities 5000 of our young
ladies pay SIS a week for board and are COM
PEELED to work back of counters for E4
week; where in New York City alone
$1,000 women are making livings for their
husbands. Yea, Lord God. have the Files
come to us; we have more guns, more
whisky and more Bibles than we can make
proper use Of; we can give them a dose Of
our religion, and on that a dose Of he'll.
Also impress them that over here, ia our
land Of the free,
They will 6nd where starving virtue battles
with beastly lust,
And novels where famishing children
wrangle like wolves o'er crust.
Yes over here where labor pleads at the feet
of greed
Land Of the free, where mankind is forced
to crime by need
Tell the Files we have church spires
kissing the arching skies,
While the starving beggar covers on their
marble steps and dies.
Our land where few gather millions, while
millions cry for bread;
Where palaces rise to the shuddering skies,
where famine heaps up her dead
Where platform creeds are mockers where
man has betrayed his trust.
Where woman, to live, her soul must sell
Amen, Lord God, nothing's wrong in
hell