The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1921-11-10
WOULD KNOCK TAR
OUT OF ACCUSERS

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he rests. just as when he works. ne
works. During the song service pre-
ceding his sermon No sits in his
chair or leans against the platform
over by Bob Matthews piano, the
spare muscular figure perfectly re-
laxed
Tho Reverend Sunday was In a
"once upon a time" mood last night.
He brought out one or two little ex-
porlences OF his and shared them
with his listeners who are also his
frlends--and they all wanted moro.
For instance, the incident OF Mary
Garden.
Told Mary 10 Learn Hymn.
Last year the Chicago Grand
Opera company was IN Cincinnati
while was holding a meeting there
said Mr.. Sunday. II said to her.
Mary, come up on tho platform and
sing a gospel hymn She said, Bill,
I'm ashamed TO admit IL. but / don't
know any I said, Mary. you ninny,
learn one. Don't you know that folks
out there don't really care about
your highfalutin' classic jazz junk
Don't you know know they Just pay
money to hear you because it's fash
knock 'em cold with a good old
fashioned gospel hymn And she
promised she'd learn one. Next timo
I see her I'm going to ask her II she
did"
Several people out in the audit
ence coughed, Sunday raped sharp
ly on the pulpit.
please help mo with the cough
ing, will your" he said tensely. He
was obviously struggling against
hoarseness and cough. He slapped
the pulpit, grinned, rocked joyously.
III you'll just help me. I'll shift into
high. step on'er, advance the spark
and I'll be all right. All right Let's
go!"
That's Billy Sunday. He rips out
a string of whitening, rasplng, blight
ing. scorching adJectives In his
qcathing denunciation OF a sin that
for all he knows-and as n student
OF human nature he knows--hlts
every blessed mothers son in front of
him. They are mentally curling up
in shame. Then he pulls forth some
Joyous quip, grins happily, is so OBJ
viously enjoying his little joke him
self that the crowd, still smarting
under. tho sting Of his newly awak-
encd cnosciences, smile with him.
That's Billy Sunday.
Tells OF Old Times.
Last night he told them about tho
time he played ball with Doug Fair
banks and was beaten. He told
them that Charlie Chaplin was a
pretty good old scout. He told them
that when he quit playing baseball
he could do 100 yards in 10 seconds
and that nobody had ever seen his
back for more than 10 yards yet.
He told them that he used to draw
$50 month-occasionally--at tho
Chicago " when he could have had
$1,000 for playing ball In the early
days when he knew that his job
was TO work directly for Jesus
Christ. And nobody called me a
CRATER then, either.
YOU'D better not call me graft
er, you low down, dirty skunk!"
shouted Billy Sunday. you come
up here and call me CRATER and I'll
| knock the tar out Of you'll"
Whizz! There was the sound as
of the rushing wind as Billy Sun
day careened across the platform
like a whirling dervish.
All these things he said and did.
But that wasn't what he was there
| for. He was there TO mako back
sliders sorry, and he did It.
"I think sometimes II might be a
good plan IL the typhoid fever OF
pneumonia or malaria or tho plague
would sweep a community at the
end OF revival and tako some OF
the folks while they're still in the