The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1916-03-23

Baltimore. - The Devils Boom
erang Up-to-Date, or Hot Cakes Off
the Griddle," the sermon to hear which
10000 men and youths sat through two
services at the Billy Sunday taber-
nacle Sunday, 900 of that number hit
ting the sawdust trail, was too much
for IS members of the congregation,
and these went to the hospital. Seven
Of them-three in the afternoon and
four at night-were carried out feet
drst, having swooned.
Sunday had preached in the fore
noon to a mixed audience of 5000,
when 317 persons trod the trail to
shake his hand. His plea then was
tor religious activity; he delivered it
With a Quietness that was unusual, for
his collar was dry when he CONCLUDED.
He was saving up his energy for the
mems meetings.
Picture Makes Them Vince.
In no preceding sermon here had
the evangelist plumbed his vocabulary
Of sin-denouncing words to the extent
that he did in that delivered TO the
men. In theme it was flagellation of
the social evil and its consequences;
series of word pictures of diseases
and degradation flowing from vice
which made thousands of men vince;
an arraignment of the liquor traffic
and of alcohol drinking couched in
sentences that fairly scared.
ITO hell with the saloon and all its
infamy," he mathematical, and his
audience cheered until the tabernacle
was a-thunder; the biggest fool on
God's dirt is the man who drinks alco-
hol, and the biggest liar this side of
hell is the man who tells him whiskey
and beer are good for him"
But the sermon, even if 1t did make
the audience of afternoon and even
ing vince, made an obvious impress
sion and the trail-hitters seemed de-
cidedly in earnest. Some of them
wept openly.
Old men hit the trail, young men,
little boys in knickerbockers and
youths in their first long trousers.
One Chinaman, with an inscrutable
expression on his face, was piloted up
the sawdust aisle by man with white
mutton-chop whiskers, and gravely
shook the hand of Sunday. Then
both the Oriental and his guide disap-
! A yr-hA n1S cd n.
be from the Orient, judging by his
swarthy skin, coal-black eyes and gen
eral manner of being out of place in
that gathering of Americans, brought
his little boy to the platform. Both
had hit the trail.
On the steps of the platform, to the
right of the press box, stood man
with long white whiskers. A younger
man hit the trail, went to him and
wept on his shoulder.
"Hallelujahl Praised be the Lord
shouted the aged man, his eyes
| streaming.
| He Throws Himself About.
In delivering his sermon in the
evening Sunday appeared more like
the man as he is known best to the
United States than he had since his
! first week in Baltimore. In contrast
with his manner in the morning, he
INDUCED in gestures of the most
erratic kind, sprang upon his pulpit
threw himself once upon the platform
to illustrate baseball story, waved
his arms, sprang about like boxer
and raised his voice again and again
to a shout Precipitation streamed
from his face, his hair was disheveled
and his collar moist rag when he
was halfway through.
He spoke in the language of the
street, discussed diseases and vice in
the vocabulary which the most uncul
tursd could understand best, coined
"SundayesQue' epigrams and hurled
them like shrapnel into the bulk Of his
audience.
There was time in my life," he
said, when a man wouldn't have trust
ed me to hold yellow dog Is minutes
but that was nearly 20 years ago"
The audience laughed, but he check
ed the laughter to tell Of the death OF
Commodore Vanderbilt.
Don't worry if there are no peck
cts in your shrouds, you skinfints," he