The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1916-03-24

BALTIMORE. - Inc DEVILS bOOIu-
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 18 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
first, having swooned.
Sunday had preached in the fore
noon to a mixed audience of $4,000,
when BIT persons trod the trail to
shake his hand His plea then was
for religious activity; he delivered it
with 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 a fagellation of
the social evil and its consequences;
a 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.
ssTo hell with the saloon and all its
infamy." he mathematical, and his
audience cheered until the tabernacle
was a-thundef; *the biggest fool on
Gods 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 It 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 a man with white
mutton-chop whiskers, and gravely
shook the hand of Sunday. Then
both the Oriental and his guide disap-
peared A man who also appeared to
be from the Orient, Judging by his
swarthy skin, coal-black eyes and gem
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 a man
with long white whiskers. younger
man hit the trail, went to him and
wept on his shoulder.
'Hallelujah! 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 shout Perspiration streamed
from his face, his hair was disheveled
and his collar a 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-
tured could understand best coined
"Sundayesdue" epigrams and hurled
them like shrapnel into the bulk of his
audience.
"There was time in my life." he
said, when man wouldn't have trust
ed me to hold a 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 II there are no peck
cts in your shrouds. you skinfints.' he