Mexico weekly ledger., 1915-02-04
CALLED BLUFF OF
"ONE WHO KNEW"
Said Billy Sunday was a CRATER But
Had TO Back Water When
He Was Taken Up.
DIsTILLERER HAD THE GOODS
Some of The Sayings of the Base
Ball Evangelist at His Phil
adelphia Meeting.

Il see that big CRATER, Billy Sun
day, is in town." said a young
travelling mar a few weeks ago in
the lobby of a Des Moines hotel where
several we're sitting and smoking.
"Grafter," said a well dressed man
sitting next to him. "I1l give you
$1,000 to prove that statement"
"You'e one o fthe Sunday gang, l
can see that . was the reply Of the
Y. T. M.
as that So" came back the W. D.
M. Il happen to be a distiller. Here
is my card. If you can prove SUN
day is a CRATER l will give you $1,000
and | know a lot more in my bust
mes who will contribute like sums
The trouble is here on the square.
This story WIS told us by a witness.
Sunday is no CRATER and below we
publish a few Of his caIoric conversa-
tional %shrapnel fired from the plat
form Of his tabernacle in PhiIadel-
phia:
A law against whisky will prohib-
il as much as any law on the statute
books will prohibit, if you've got
honest officials to enforce it. Would
you advocate repeating all the laws
because they didn't prohibit. You
big jackass, the law against murder
doesn't prohibit, either, but we've
got it.
Multitudes of you people in the
church can't lead anybody to Jesus
Christ because you've never been to
Him yourself.
It's n of the signs of the degen-
GRAFTON Of our day, this lamentable
ignorance Of Gods word.
There are lots of people come out
of curiosity But / don't care
what brought you here. Jesus didn't
care a rap whether Zaccheus climbed
that tree out of curiosity or not, just
so He got him,
I'd as soon be pastor of a GEM
etery as some churches. Out there
they don't kick and growl over every
thing you do. You're a lot of dead
ones, too, only you don'tknow it."
If | didn't live the way l preach,
you can bet the whisky gang would
let you know about it in fifteen min
utes.
Subtract $4,000 from some men
and you've got nothing left but booze
and women.
Don't worry if there are no pock-
cts in your shroud. Your arms will
be SO stiff anyway that you couldn't
get your hands in EN-.
| say to you men Of Philadelphia,
virtue of womanhood is the rampant
wall of American civilization.
| defy any mar this side of hell to
show me any s~cintilla Of benefit that
ever came from hitting the booze.
Tote fair with God; don't give God
Almighty a nickel and spend tens Of
thousand ON your old carcass.
The mar who prays cannot pass a
saloon without asking: God, How
can | send that place to hell?"
Don't offer God just the coffee and
cake of religious sentiment.
Go from house to house. You bet
your life the politician knows who
lives in every house in the block.
The church ought to know as much,
too, but instead, you sit down, fold
your hands and mildew.
Be natural. If there is anything
God likes it is folks; not the cod
fishy, doggy aristocracy.
Something is going to happen
now Something's going to happen
here that will make all hell howl.
If you insult my wife, I'll scrap;
and if you insult my Jesus, by the
eternal God you can expect a fight.
I'll allow no man on earth or in
hell to attempt to strip Jesus Christ
of His divinity without a fight from
me.
If you are only right in your heart,
you can be ten miles off in your
theology and God will understand
you.
Theology may stand up and tell
you until it is black in the face that
it can, but all the water in the world
cannot save a sinner by being bap-
tized in it. It is the blood of Jesus
Chist that saves.
The politician doesn't care for your
soul. Vote for him today, and you
can go to hell tomorrow, for all he
cares.
There was a time when we thought
of the preacher as a sort of eccles-
iasical locomotive, who could puff
and snort and pull the whole bunch
through to glory.
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