The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1922-05-13

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! Gertrude Fulton.
She is on the verge. God is going
to send the Jew back to Palestine to
! have a nation of his own for the first
! time, since the days of the sweet
singer. Prophecies are being fulfilled
| There are fond hearts to cherish
While the days are going by.
There are weary souls who perish
| While the days are going by.
II a smile we can renew
AS our journey we pursue,
Oh, the good We all may do,
While the days are going by.
There are real battles that are to
i be fought. l am not talking about a
gun. l am not talking about a bay
onet or a sword. Oh, but the fight
! against the influence that is damn
! ing mankind, and wrecking our boys
! and girls, and tearing their virtue
to shreds, and ripping out of their
minds and out Of their hearts, any
thought about God or His truth.
! And l will tell you, l am through
| preaching sermons on how to control
your temper. / don't believe a rap in
/ it. l am through. The modern Christ
ian hasn't any temper worth the snap
of your finger. Why? They will fly
into spasm over losing : collar but
ton under the bureau; and a woman
will have nervous prostration if you
step on the ruffle, or whatever it is,
don't know what it is. Well, listen,
and yet they will sit and smile I'M
] mr. ha fIy1 u hn
sixty thousand girls were ruined in
this country last year; that is five
thousand a month; a hundred and
seventy-eight every day a young life
damned every eight minutes, and they
will sit unmoved by the moral wreck
age that is going on all over our land |;
and they will spend their wrath on
little things and let the body polite
rot to hell. No sir!
! So let's join hands and hearts to-
night in an incorporating warfare
of determination against every form
of evil. o, will you join me and say,
Lead on, o King eternal
We follow, not with fears,
For gladness breaks like morning,
Where'er Thy face appears.
The cross is lifted Ger us,
j We journey in its light,
/ The crown awaits the conquest,
Lead on, o God Of might"
1 Lead onl Lead onl You talk about
a moral equivalent for law. Gosh,
you can develop more moral backbone
by fighting evils that threaten to
damn you and your neIehbors, than
you ever developed In all your life
until now! 1t is all around to show
your grit and coIors for God. The mod
ern man or woman today isn't dis
turbine element enough against the
forces of evil. We are too easyI Too
easy! I'd like to see people disturb.
ing elements with the forces of evil
A gentleman is satisfied with his
sins and the way he is living, and
there are modern devils that need our
attention-the devil Of drink, the devil
Of graft, the devil of commercial sick
ness, the devil of social exclusiveness
the devil of religious formality, the
devil of vice and the devil Of licen
tiousness. There are plenty of devils
that need our attention and that we
should line up for. A great man said
81 think it is part of a mans relig
ion to see his community well gov
erned."
Help Others
Do Right
/ So 1 think it is a part of his relig
| ion to live right to help other people
| to 90 right. So by the heroes of the
arena. by the martyrs of the early
! church; by the suffering of the GOV
| enanters, who dyed the hills and the
| heather with their blood; by the muir
| der of the Hugenots; by the murder
| Of the Armenians, until one million
| men, women and children have falleI
| yonder sir, under the sword of battle
and the shot and she'll of that blood,
Infamous, God-forsaken, iniquitouI
white-hvered crowd of thugs, thu
| Turks, until they lined the Armenian
up and they said to the men AMI
women: IF you will only say tina
Allah is God and Mohammed is proph
ct, you may CO." And they folded
their arms and said, Jesus Christ Il
I the Son of God" and bang! bang
bang! rang out the Turk guns until
million of them were slain.
II Oh, the avenging God sits on tn
Il throne, don't worry about him. H
may be a little slow according to you
schedule, but God will be there whel
+ it comes to the showdown.
II And by the six hundred thousan
drunkards slain each year; by tn
Jtwailing mother who is wringing he