New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-07
SUNDAYS BASE HITS
FAIL WITH GANGMEN
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been won for him ss FAR as the dele
gates from the Bowery were con-
cerned.
We went TO the Tabernacle, two
tough men from this "hell-speedlng
city" as "Billy" Sunday calls It, and l.
~ wonder what he'd think II ne
knew we were here" whispered 'Nlgger
Mike" in q moment Of selt-consclous-
ness. ..
81 bet he'd bawl US out" said Jack.
The shed covering whole oiocX as
snugly as hat, was Jammed WIN
twenty thousand people-faces in yell
low glamour under the electric hghts'
They looked like the faces OF thOse
willing to be terrified by dire prophe-
cies of future punishment, or 70 De
converted or confirmed IN their a.
ready completed conversion. We got
seats on the platform close to the
pulpit. -, -
"Sav. this Is gettin' pretty close TO
the fireworks, believe me- Jack SAID
Look at the crowd"
There's a million Of um," Niger
Mike" agreed.
The countenances Of these two men
were not like those about them. Jacks
was swarthy, large featured, square
iawed. His hands were thick MS
fingers stubby and his nails short as
il they had been cut across the MD
die. His eyes, black and broodlng,
were quick to fash with anger-as
saw later in the evening when a man
iostled him. "Nigger Mike" was also
swarthy. and the source Of his mex
name was plain in his thick bps ana
fat nose. -.
Pressing around them was the ulti-
mate contrast They were the gehtle
faced women of the choir-"chorus
Girls" Jack" called them, with entire
respect. Some were women with rlch
furs and contralto voices; some were
girls. nunlike and demure; all beto-
kened bissful ignorance Of the rough
things of the world. Among them were
two tough men from the East Side,
carving the scars Of fights. -,
"'He that winneth souls is wise,
SUNDAYS rasping voice, reading ms
text, cut into the murmur that hlled
the Tabernacle. Silent attention set
tied upon the multitude: THAT means
YOU show good sense when you try to
please the Lord"
Every word was sent out with kick
and a gesture. Now he was writing TO
wind himself up, now his arm went in
the long sweep OF pitching ball. ,
"Jack" nudred me. Good, that's
rigbt" he said. Look at him-see him
co TO il, He acts the same as when
he played baseball. See him KICK ms
foot as if his spikes was full o DIRT!
Say, he's q corker
digger Mike" shook his head.
Hes either a crackpot or faker,'
he muttered. Look at the way he
jumps around"
Sundays first spasm OF gesticulation
passed. He settled for few moments
into discourse that required nothing
more than restless pacing. lie talked
of sin and idleness.
Here's a proof that God wrote the
Bible, not man." Sunday said. Inc
Bible tells all about mans blackes'
sins. II man wrote it he'd never put
that down. II man wrote the Bible ne
would never have told you Moan got
drunk or that Solomon had old Brigham
Young backed off the board for wives
This was a sally that got laughter.
Hes got a wonderful line OF talk
"Jack" said "He's got the goods-he
do wonderful in New York"
sympathy is the loveliest trait IN
the world" the evangelist went on
sweeping into one Of his poetic periods
"Y6H need sympathy. II wipes the
tears away. II melts icebergs.
He drew pictures, held his audience
70 the climax Of each picture. Each
time he got his applause. ,
THAT guys there!" exclaimed Jack.
Owe heard Bryan and Glynn, and
Whitman and T. r. He's in a class
with all of them"
Then came some Of Sundays rough
talk "And he said TO her, The man
YOU'RE living with now amt your nus
band, and you've got six others! lie
was telling q Bible story in his own
Listen TO that! Amt that rawl
Niger Mike" croaked. "Givin' that
ont before all these women and chill
drenl II me or you done that wed
set a year for usin' rotten Language IN
Hes got TO talk that way TO get 1t
across--he's wonderful" said JACK. >,
BY this time Sunday was in fuil
swing once more as combined gym
mast and orator. ,
Look at the way he goes to It, "
"Jack" said with delight. The atha-
letics Of his kid days is dom him a
lot OF gODQ now ne ; WI Mn no.
than A laborer with a pick and shovel
some boy, believe me-"
mike" SHOOK his head. Instead
a-preachin' the Bible" he said, "he
does not'in but run and jump around
and give people a lot funny jokes
Look at i'm! Instead havin' them
look serious he's got 'em shoutin and
laugnir' all the time. He'd make a
better comedian than preacher OF the
Jaw, you got i'm wrong, Mike, you,
got i'm wrong-listen TO im, JACK
said hoarsely. His eyes were shining.
I would not have been surprised 10 see
them reflect the CLEAN OF fervor.
The change came as suddenly as that
70 one woman in the crowd. She stood
M with a throaty shout, Praise be. to
Cod" She flung her hands above her
head and tainted. 49,, a..
Sundays tension was high at the
moment. lie was offended that a WON
an being carried out should defect at
tention.