The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1921-12-19

tion than the ministers I'm Tulsa have
demonstrated throughout the sun
day campaign, the Reverend Sunday
tod his morning audience Sunday
The evangelist had been flaying
the ministerial profession He had
attacked those whose language and
thinking is on an intellectual plane
above that Of the average man and
woman To whom they talk
Some preachers he said. "slarve
their sheep to feed the giraffes on.
there are a lot of people who don't
approve OF revivals or OF rcvivalists
ana particularly Of me. There are
a lot Of fools In the world and some
Of them button their collars In front
and some Of them button them be-
mind but they've got no more right
to preach the gospel than / have.
even though | haven't a ph u. and
"a ID. ID. and "A PBN and y. w
after my name. It's the cvangclistic
campaign that keeps the divine fire
In the churches alive. But I'm not
talking about your preachers here
In Tulsa, understand. I've never
seen more loyal bunch OF preach
ers than you have here In Tulsa
ana IL any of 'em have a yellow
streak in EN- | haven't discovered
1t yet"
Tulsa Opened Its Doors.
hundreds OF people of Tulsa and
its cnvironS. said the evangelist. who
never darken the doors OF a church
have been to the meetings night
after night during these six weeks.
Never In all of his experiences Of
preaching, said Sunday, had he ever
seen a community that would open
10 4 L a
coordinate its energy for God in
such a way as bringing a great cam
paign to its midst, but that IL had
been richly blest
did you see The Tulsa World
this morning" Billy Sunday asked
of the audience at the afternoon
service. Did you see that picture
of the Pittsburgh baseball team OF
1855? They used to call that bunch
en- are dead now. SeVen-tenths Of
'em are dead, Nearly all Of 'om
dead now but your Uncle Fuller.
checked up on 'cm this morning
Did you see Jim Galvin2 old Jim
was our hest pitcher. lie could
pitch longer and stand up under It
better than anyone else old Jim
and Cy young, too--they could
stand up longer than anybody else
and be as good as new when the
game was over. All dead now but
two or three"
People were tremendously stirred
at the afternoon meeting. Sunday
played upon his audience as though
II were an instrument While folks
were wiping their eyes they would
be laughing, half tearfully and with
the smile partly ubscured by their
handkerchiefs. Nearly two hundred
came forward during the afternoon
meeting. The eyes Of some of the
men were wet one man with sill
very hair frankly cried. Women
stumbled as they walked up the
'sawdust aisle because they couldn't
see the way for tears. And the on
lockers felt tightening in their
thruats as two clear eyed little boys
came up the trail together. They
must have been about 10 years old
fine, manly looking boys. One of
them limped. lie led the way little
and held tight to the hand of his
companion. 1t happened that there
was no one else m the aisles Just
then and they came eagerly, their
faces serious but their eyes shining,
hand In hand.
The tabernacle was full, every seat
taken, for both afternoon and morn
ing services.
All the members of the Sunday
party are going home for Christmas.
Rodeheaver leaves Monday for his
home in Winona Lake. Ind: Mr.. and
mrs. William Asher Will spend their
Christmas in Winona also. and Bob
Matthews expects to spend his holi-
days with his brother In Chicago.
Miss Florence Kinney will be With
her mother in her home at Spring
field, Ohio, and Albert Peterson and
his brother will be with their home
folks in Iowa.
The Sunday campaign in Spartan
burg, $. c., opens the first Of Janu-
AIRY. From there sunday goes 10
Charleston, w. Va, then 10 Rich
mond, Ind. then TO Morristown,
Tenn, little town of about 5000
and with a rich farmer country
tributary to IT, and then to Hood
River. ore, where he spends his
summer on his ranch. In Norris
town, Sunday explained yesterday,
there is a big tobacco WAREHOUSE that
will meet the requirements of
campaign home. and there will be
tabernacle erected there.
Following the afternoon meeting
A. X. Webb, a venerable and white
haired gentleman whose gentle and
dignified presence has been
blessing to the meetings, night after
night and afternoon and afternoon,
prayed Men and women We're un-
ashamed of their tears. His old
voice vibrant and warm with the
emotion that seemed to carry his
words straight to the foot OF the
throne, broke as he prayed for the
little boy Billy Sunday, who has
grown to be a great and good man
and power for Thee. oh Lord.
The old gentleman is SO years old,
and lives with his daughter, Mrs.