New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-04-05
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blsck-haired Rodcheaver, the clear
I eyed Cardiff, who formerly was a prize
fighter. and looks it; MA in diff
ferent hat from the one she wore last
night, and the others of his party, the
crowd of probably 1000 stood and
cheered. Palms slammed on palms,
handkerchiefs waved, and there were
even shriu whistles. such as small PEN
rods train their teeth and tongues TO
perform.
Sunday lounged against the rail back
of the piano, and his face relaxed into
an engaging smile when he heard the
applause. He waved his hand to the
crowd, and by the action brought in
slant intimacy between himself and his
audience.
"Rodey," the musical director, was
introduced, first to the choir and then
to the audience. The most interesting
particular Of his dress was a corded
white silk waistcoat, trimmed with
black braid and fastened with cleaning
Jet buttons.
Sunday on Edge.
81 want you to realize ;hat these
HYMNS are real definite Gospel mes
saees. not simply songs he said 70
the choir I'm perfectly automatic
nassionIess manner that lacked puncn.
70 marked decree. II seemed as lt
bc had said the same thing so many
times before. And then he asked tor
q praver. while the thousands OF
heads we're bowed Sunday indicated
his intense nervousness. lie RUBBED
his hands together and slid them over
his face. then fixed his features stern
iv a lire formed between his brows.
This nervousness Of the man IS evil
don't cverv moment when he IL not
",yorking." He bites and gnaWs MS
rails. ne shifts from foot to root ne
stands with one Rnee on STOOL theh
puts The other on IT,
He reminds orc Of racehorst dsno-
ing under wraps, Wild Tor the barrier
TO 90 up. p.5.
Several hymns were sung Rode
HEAVIER led the big choir. swinging grace
fully from side TO side N the measure
and sometimes eXultantly stamina
his hymnbook against his hand 70
onphasize the strong notes. Every
now and then he would hold H. 9nd
p,ben he did this he stood with ms
hands half outstretched IN 'front.' OF MS
face and his fingers open. and orc shoe
two feet behind the other Inc pose
WAS something like "a man frightened
by a burglar.
A beam of sunshine struck the white
mage Of his hymnbook and flashed
from that into the eyes Of Sunday, who
sat nearby. Billy was peerinP out at
the audience. He jumped as the light
struck his eyes. A prayer by the Kew.
Wilson T. L. Beale and a short intro
ductiOn by George Arnold. who was so
instrumental in bringing Sunday here.
and the speaker was in his pulpit. lie
damned his left foot on a rail and
grabbed both sides Of the pulpit top.
The applause finally died down and
then he said:
ppm agrceably surprised by one
thing in Paterson. I'd been led to be-
lieve this j. cor sentative town. !
never saw so much ginger. vim, Ia
basco, pcpperino in a community be-
FORE
He Pleases Paterson.
That made Paterson glad, and the
part of the city packed inside the Tab
ernacle beamed.
"People always think Of Philadelphia
as the home Of william Penn and the
place Benjamin Franklin walked
around with loaf Of bread under his
arm. Now they think OF it as the place
where the greatest religious revival
was held. revival that stirred the
country. Now Paterson's in the eyes
of the country. There's a spirit Of
unity here. / never saw such plepara-
tions anywhere" he whipped out.
All the members OF his party lined
I'D on the platform between the pots
of colorful azaleas. and were presented
by Sunday, who said when he neared
the end of the introductions. land now.
like the wine of Canaan Of Galilee. I'm