Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-11-27

get around II by any logic Ii is APP
pointed unto man once to die. And the
Bible says. But after death. Judgment
so YOU have got TO admit that that's
true. too; that you stand ready for it
when you leave the world.
But what arc some fellows doing 10
get ready for the judgment. Well, 1
find there are some who are living only
for money. Oh, there are fellows whose
entire idea OF life is one long-continued,
busy tangle from morning till night.
The gambler sells his soul for money.
the saloon keeper sells his soul for
money-oh, the girl will sell her virtue
for money, and the burglar will crack
your safe to steal what he didn't have
the manhood or the grit or ambition to
earn. and the get-rich-quick fellow will
float fake mining stock to pick your
pockets of money because the dirty dog
could not earn IL himself; or some fell
low will forge a note to draw money
out of the bank because he can't make
good under his own name. And so !:
girl. I say. will sell her wOmanhood and
try and Justify her sins on the grounds
of her needs,
DO you mean TO say that any man )
needs are tautamount with any of those
things? DO you mean to say the graft
dcatien of his desires are tantamount to
the moral law? DO you mean to say
that because he wants a suit of clothes
that that's tantamount to sticking a gun
under your nose?
The Bible hasn't one word TO say
against success. The Bible applauds
success The Bible has no quarrel with
success. The Bible says that the man that
doesn't provide for his family Is worse
than an infidel. There is nothing
against success at all in the Bible-not
a word.
According to our standard of gold and
silver. as 1 told you, Abraham was
worth a billion and a half dollars: and
David was worth nearly three billions.
and Solomon was worth over five bill
lions of dollars. almost the amount that
we raised for the war loan that was
subscribed.
And. therefore, il YOU want TO live in
order to give of your surplus of accu-
help good, worthy institutions and or
ganizations, hope to God that you will
mutations to make the world better and
all die worth a million piece.
But if you want to live TO get all
you can and can all you get, and never
mind how you get it, hope to God you
will die in the poorhouse.
We have got a lot of guys in this
country that stand around on corners
cuss and damn and whittle and spit
and condemn everybody that's got a
dollar, whether the man that has the
money is a scallawag or not; and |
notice that all these guys that knock
the fellow that's got the money would
take every cent the fellows got II
he'd give il to them.
Do YOU think that that fellow is 60
ing out and work and SWEAT and toll
and labor and then hand his money
over to you? You lazy loon, not on
your tin-type. Not on your tin-type.
Not on your life!
And so we live for money. and yet
If you owned the world you'd be mighty
glad IL you could only have standing
room in heaven when you die.
They say that when Commodore Van
derbilt, head of the Vanderbilt family,
who laid he foundation for that
colossal fortune, was a young man he
pole6 q yawl from New York to Staten
Island, and picked up the pennies Of
those who wanted transportation.
John Jacob Astor went out west and
bought skins from the Indians, brought
the skins back home and sold them and
then invested the money in Manhattan
real estate. He had brain and a head
long enough to see that New York was
going to become the metropolis of this
country If not of the whole world. And
that's why the Astor fortune amounts
to so much today, because John Jacob
Astor had a long head on him, and he
laid the foundation for it, walking over
the mountains and sleeping in snow
drifts. and all that sort of thing.
Commodore Vanderbilt made his mon
ey polling the yawI from New York to
Staten Island. When he died he was
said to be worth 5000. 100000. He once
sent for a friend of mine who was pas
tor of a church-he told a friend of
mine, who told me-and he said: Il
wish you'd sing for me-"
He said: What will / sing"
He asked him to sing that song he'd
heard his mother sing: Come. We
sinners, weak and wounded, poor and
needy. sick and troubled" .
And The old commodore tossed his
head from side to side and said: Yes.
/ am needy" and he rolled his eyes
upon the ceiling where hung the paint
ings worth their weight in gold.
The next day one man in Wall street
said to another: "Have you heard the
news this morning"
What news?"
Commodore Vanderbilt is dead"
How much did he leave?'
He left il ALL"
Diamond Jim Brady died not long ago
In New York He was Familiarity known
to the theater-going crowd. He had dia-
monds by the peck. they say, worth mill
lions. Don't you suppose he'd have
given ii all IL he could have staid
little bit longer? Don't you suppose
he'd have given il all. Certainly he
would, my friends,
Did you ever think as the he2rse
passed by that it won't be long till
you are taking a ride in that black
plumed hack, and did you ever think in
your search for gold that "A dead mans
hand can't one dollar save. but you
leave it all when YOU go to the grave?"
So don't worry about your money.
There will be no pockets in your
shroud. Your arms will be SO stiff you
couldn't get them in there anyway. So
don't worry about that. Don't stop for
anything l may say today. If your
idea is to accumulate money, and if you
are going to lie or steal or cheat or use
crooked methods to get 1T; if you are