The daily Alaskan., 1917-05-11
SUNDAYS SERMON
 A PATRIOTIC ONE
"W0 Are UnfurIi1g Old Glory
 For Cause of Justice. "
WILL TAKE NO MONEY NOW

Ing Work Among United States Sol-
 dlers-Some Descriptive Adiectivos.
 He stood-a tense, erect fgure-stark in the electric lights beneath the great curving sounding board. One foot was on his chair. The other was on the top of the pulpit in front of him. His cIinched hands were upraised, as though they grasped destruction. His voice was hoarse and excited, like fighting terriers.
 German militarism is doomed" Billy Sunday shouted in his great tabernacle in New York. Tt is doomed, and the great guns of the United States are going to help dig it's grave" ... He whirled and leaped to the floor of the platform like cat, picked up some thing from the carpet and jumped back to the uncertain footing of pulpit and chair with the same feline grace. But now he held something in his hands, something that murmured like distant thunder as be swung it back and forth with the old ball players heave, some thing scarlet and silver and blue. It was the flag.
 I've are unfurling it now for the cause of justicew Sunday shouted, a tense grin in bis sweat streaked face. "It has never flown for anything else"
 Roar Hides Words.
 And then a great roar swelled up' plotting out the words that followed. Twenty thousand men and women rose to their feet. Behind the lean black figure, still swinging the standard back and forth, two pianos crashed out My Country, Iris of Thee" In a second the song had spread through the crowd. Every one was singing.
 At the end of the verse Homer A. Rodeheaver the suave, the easy Of 1 speech, held up his hand. "We will sing the Battle Hymn" Sundays mu- sic director announced and picked up the trombone that has made him fa- nous at a score of reviyals.
 "Mine eyes have seen the glory Of the coming of the Lord"
 The mighty marching song filed the tabernacle to the highest of the unvar- nished rafters. Men cOughed and blinked away tears and tried to go on. It was more of a prayer than a hymn. The taut figure of Sunday continued to whirl the flag about his head until the last tremendous note had died away. Then he relaxed, leaped down to the floor and mOpped his face.
 "That's aIl," he said, with a weary ] grin.
 That is the picture that the Rev. William A. Sunday stamped for all time upon the memories of 10000 per sons. That was the magnificent climax 1 of the first day of the mightlest cam- i paign that be has ever undertaken.
 Gods Grenader."
 Gods grenadier," he called himself -one of the AImighty's army who is set in the forefront of the battle to break the ranks of the foe for those that follow. But 1t was not as bomb thrower that he went to New York.
 It is not as a merCenary that Sunday, i the fighter, has gone to New York. He has taken up the conflict in the great est city of the nation for the love of the cause that he leads. Not one penny of the thousands that he will receive in his three months service will ever find its way into his pockets.
 All of the customary gift offering given upon the last day of his stay will go, after his employees have been paid, to the Red Cross and the '. NJ. c. As doing work among the United States soldiers. He will take nothing for the ] hardest work of his life.
 This is the reply that Gods grena- dier" gave to those who have sneered at him and have said, struggling their shoulders, Sunday is only in it for what he gets" This time Sunday is in it up to his strong, pugnacious chin, and as a volunteer. T won't have that gang spit on me again and then try to rub it in !" he shouted.
 Ten minutes after he had begun his first sermon he had trained all his bat teries upon the forces of evil in New York city. He peppered them with a machine gun fire of adjectives-"vtle, iniQuitOus, low down, grOveling, worth less, damnable, rotten, hellish, corrupt, miserable" was only one salYo that he directed upon them.
 He blasted the weasel eyed, butter and milk, white livered, whisky soaked gang" with shock after shock of in- yective and sarcasm. And with his at- tack he broke through the thin shell Of reserve that New Workers had brought to the tabernacle. Ten minutes after the beginning of his sermon they were cheering with him. Before he finished they were yelling for him.
 As usual, his hottest offensive was dt- rected against that worst crowd this side of the peniteniary; that black hearted gang of scoundrels-the liquor dealers" His attack upon them was the climax of his afternoon sermon.
 Come on, you blackguards V he yelp- ed. "Come ont I defy youW
 He fought an imaginary foe across 4bo s+o0a as hard pnd fast pa nVeP