The Washington times., 1920-10-26

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By Winston Churchill.
Author of .Richard CarveI.' "The
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OF Worldwide Popularity.
T us mother looked a little dis
tressed. "ReS. 1 wish you
wouldn't talk that way about
the church"
I'm sorry. mother" he said with
quick penitence. Mr.. Langnaids
a vestryman, you know, ana
they've only got him there because
he's the best corporation lawyer
in the city. He isn't exactly what
you'd call orthodox. He never
goes"
I'VE are indebted to Mr.. Lang
maid for Mr.. Holder" This was
one of Mr.. Warnings rare remarks
Eleanor Goodrich caught her
husbands eye, and smiled.
II wonder why it is" she said,
that we are so lukewarm about
church in these days. / don't mean
YOU. Lucy, or Laureston,' she add
ed to her sister, Mrs. Grey. You're
both exemplary" Lucy bowed IRON
tcalIy, But most people OF our
ages with whom we associate.
Martha Preston, for instance. we
were all brought up like the chill
dren of Jonathan Edwards
"Do you remember that awful
round and round feeling on Sun
day afternoons, Sally, and only the
wabbly Noah's Ark elephant TO
play with. right in this house,
instead OF that" There was
hump in the hall without, anu
shrieks of laughter. I'll never
forget the first time it occurred
to me-when / was reading par
win-that il the ark were as large
as Barnum's circus and the Natu-
raj History Museum put togetner'
IT couldn't have held a thousandth
of the species of the earth. IL
was blow
IT don't know what were COM
ing to-" exclaimed Mrs. Warins
gently. Altman.
81 didn't mean to be hlppanl'
mother" said Eleanor penitehtiy'
.btit I do believe the Christian re-
ligion has got to be presented IN
different way. and more Nl'"'
way, to appeal to a new genera
ton 7 am merely looking facts
in the face. -,
what is the Christian religion"
asked Sally's husband, George
bridges, who held a chair of his
tory in the local fourishing uni
yersity. 1--WE been trying to find
out all my life"
You couldn't be expected TO
know, George" said his wife. You
were brought up an Unitarian, and
went to Harvard"
Never mind. professor" said Phil
Goodrich, in a quizzical. anecton-
ate tone. Take the floor and tell
US what it isn't"
George Bridges smiled. He was u
striking contrast in type to his
sauare-cut and vigorous brother
in-law: very thin, with slightly
protruding eyes the color of the
faded blue glaze of ancient pottery,
and yet humorous.
I've had my chance, at any rate.
Sally made me go last Sunday and
hear Mr. Holder"
II can't see why you didn't like
him, George" Lucy cried. 81 think
he's splendid"
"Oh, like him." said Mr.. Bridges.
That's Just it!' exclaimed Flea
nor. II like him. i think he's sim
cere. And that first Sunday he
came. when I saw him get up in the
pulpit and wave that long arm of
his, all could think of was a
modern Savonarola. He looks one.
And then. when he began to preach,
Il was maddening. I felt all the
time that he could say something
helpful, II he only would. But he
did't II was all about the suff-
cheney OF grace-whatever that may
be. He didn't explain It. He didn't
give me one notion as to how to
cope little better with the
frightful complexities OF the mod