The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1921-11-27

tity was discovered later by the au-
thorities A short time ago Gard
ner escaped from the federal prison
on McNeirs Island, near Tacoma,
Washington.
Ing faces, l look into them during
the rush hours.
| was brought up In the country.
The music Of my childhood was not
the whirling, rafting, pushing, Jam
m'ng thronss and wheels OF mum
berless vehicles. Oh, the music OF
my childhood was the grooming OF
the so.th winds through the
branches OF the elm and the oak and
the sycamore that stood In the door
yard. My landscape when I was a
boy, wasn't brick and mortar and
asphalt pavements. No. but the
fields Of yellow wheat and corn,
billowing m the summer breezes.
My playground, when was a boy.
wasn't the hot pavement. lodging
motor cars and motor trucks. my
friends, oh. IL wasn't a fire escape
In a back alley, IL was the shady
bank OF the old mill dam where the
pond lilies blossomed and they
floatei dreamlly on the still waters
where the blue dragon flies fllNtered
above the creek birds warbled from
the Branches and / seemed to know
their names, and they seemed to
know me.
And the cotton-tailed rabbits
bounding and hiding, my frienGs.
You know the thorn bush in the
glass. the whip~poor-wil singing his
lonesome song way over in sleepy
hollow
Why, In one office building here 7
am told that there are hundreds of
girls at work-that's enough to
make a whole town In Iowa. where
lived. Gosh, but we've got lots ~
cracking good towns there. haven't
got but q few hundred people. a
courthouse. four or five churches
and schools, but nobody goes to bed
hungry.
Hundreds OF girls. going to he the
mothers of the next generation.
"oh. what are you doing for themT'
| cry In your facess | cry In your
those that toll? What are you do
ing, churches?"
ls It possible that you have for
gotten God with your rich vest
ments and all that? Is that the
reason that people stop going 10
church. and their preache,., preach
to varnish and stained glass?
Is that the reason? WHY arc
they coming to this tabernacle ?
Why do you crowd down here COM
ing by thousands and ten thou
sands? / will tell you. The peo-
pie are hungry for the gospel or Je-
sus Christ, the pure. unadulterated
gospel, without friils and letters
I Pa Yd ha1 ,ft.ty -
them ice cream puffs and moyan-
naise dressing too much. They want
the solid nourishing food of the
Word of God
Oh, / know what they want.
knowl l have been looking into the
faces OF thousands upon thousands
that have pressed down to take me
! by the hand, thousands upon thou
sands that have not, sir, and will
/ tell you how l. have sized this great
big beating, throbbing metropolis
sir They are dying for simply
this, hungry for better things. long
ing for times when they'd wake up
and find the way they have live
has been n mirage and dream and
they are hungry to have Jesus
Christ throw his arms around them
and kiss them.
Like MS u Father.
So l am glad TO say TO you folks
/ What He did for this poor fellow
three thousand years ago, He will
do for us tonight. In the tabernacle
here. II | didn't believe It. I'd quit
tpreachinE, sir. He's promised ia
/ help us long ago, | can tell you, no
matter what your trouble, no mat
ter how black, no matter how you
/ have lived, sir. oh. He will come
quick, He will come sure II you Will
! do what the poor man did--cry
! Don't you remember how easy n
was to get your mother to come
and help you when you were a little
/ boy or when you were a little girl
and II she was baking bread or trim.
l ming a hat or dress, scrubbing the
[ floor, no matter what she was doing
/ IL she heard your cry, she stopped
and ran TO see what the trouble
/ was. Like as a father pitieth his
children. so the Lord pitlath them
that fear him"
SO the Lord will help us IL we will
do His Will.
SAY, Papa, do you care it GO
with you?" asked little girl OF her
I father who kept the boats up on the
with you2" as he started for the lit.
]
, his nets.
He said. Yes. come on, honey
and she bounded in.
| And away they went and the
waves were a little heavy and the
wind contrary, and the clouds be-
ginning to gather, and finally they
| hovered as dense as a mantle over
them, and the storm broke in all
/ its fury, and they we've driven miles
and miles out and oh. a darkness
settled over the sea.
And ever and anon, the mother
| in the gathering night, would stand
in the doorway with her, hands ia
her eyes peering out at the shore
and waters. Then shed say. Il
wonder where they are"
/ And darkness came on, and about
Is O'Clock or little later. she
took the jump and started up the
well-worn stairway to the attic. and
the son was sitting there and he