New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-04-05

saving the best for the last. And this
IS Ma"
MA" l. Tactful.
II WAS not only y new hat ma had
on. She wore a purple dress with
soft white chiffon waist. She smiled
Just as pleasantly as her husband at
the Patersonians.
81 don't know whether I'm more proud
Of my family in Winona Lake or my
family in Paterson she said very
tactfully. T'm sor' &c ike Tcpsy,'
she added, 81 haven't got any regular
Job. and Sunday broke in with an
aside, "'Ma's' a cleanup hitter, Ma
is
The audience thought he was going
10 begin his sermon on The Holy
Spirit" but instead he said:
Now, we're going 10 take up the col
lection. | expect some devil has started
the same old lie that they had to guar
antee me my expenses 10 come here.
It's a lie, want to nail that lie.
There's not a cent in il for me. It's
10 pay for the lights and the heat, and
the house as the ushers began to pick
up the convenient tin pans.
"ROdey" played one of his trombone
solos, and then he sang with Mrs. Ack-
ley "Sweeter as the Years Go By"
Sunday stood not two feet from them,
gazing intently at them az they sang.
lie biz his nails, and now and then
murmured something 20 himself. lie
wanted to get started.
The eyes Of the audience were rIv-
eted on him lie Is a nice looking, typ
zeal American. with sensitive. throbbing
temples, good eyes, a clean, high fore
head, a face snavcn over a heavy beard
and a arm, chin mouth and well kept,
even teeth. His slender athletic figure
was dressed in r gray dark suit, with
cutaway coat that showed his arched
back very clearly, and trousers with
knife-edged crease.
The sprlngy way ne stepped in his
patent leather shoes showed in what
fine physical trim the man is. Jack"
Cardiff said to-day: ITS his stomach
that let's him work like he does. He's
got the best set Of stomach muscles
ever saw out OF the prize ring
Sunday struck close, fairly in close,
into the text OF his sermon. Every now
and then he banged into it some of
the red, white and blue language that
has made him famous. He's like
George NJ Cohan in his vitality and in
his action. There's not a minute the
mans muscles are not leapng and
jumping. He started off at an easy
pace, like a prize fighter feeling his
way.
No Neutrality with Satan.
"If you don't want TO hear the truth
this is the poorest place in Paterson TO
come for the next two weeks. IL you
ant help in n fight you go to n police
you come here" he said.
"['m not neutral with the devil" he
went on. "Our President has asked vs.
TO be neutral, and Pm trying to be,
but it's a hard job. I'm like the Irish
man who went into restaurant.
What have you got?' he asked. We've
got lmburger cheese, hamburger steak
and French fried potatoes was the
reply. Good gracious; gimme an Irish
stew and some ham and eggs, said the
Irishman."
This was the first laugh Sunday got
out of his audience, four minutes after
he began.
"The doctrine Of future salvation is
dragged out Of the pit of hell." he
shouted. Some one near him was talk
irg i'm an undertone. Two can't do
the wind tanning at once; let me do
the talking, boys" he said rapidly in
a stage whisper, and ran along. ITS
dragged out Of the pit of hell. If a
mans going 20 have a chance, what's
the use of my wearing myself out?
whats the use Of building taber-
nacles ?"
He leaped into a description of Paul.
con the firing line as he put it,
pictured the Apostle as stoop shout
dered, dim eyed, gray haired and "bul-
let meat in Gods service" He fired one
adjective projectile after another.
crowding one atop the other, until
they piled up like the keys of crazy
typewriter This is one of his chief
methods-rapid speech and pro-