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THE SUNDAY CAMPAIGN.
(Continued from page 9) for the leg shows the theatre would go bankrupt. All are not bad. Who said they were? But a man runs no small risk try ing to see anything elevating in the theatre. Booth and Garrick, two of the greatest tragedians, would not allow their own children to go to the theatre. Macready, one of the famous English tragedians, would not allow his wife or children to see a play unless he had first read or seen it, and passed upon it, as to whether or not it was fit to see. Those were men who had some character to them and left honor and high stamp after them. An actress whose name I will not give said this: "After years on the stage I am con vinced that the theatrical business is the most corrupt in the world." It is corrupting educationally, com mercially and morally. It is upon the charred souls of women that moBt of the men who are a power in the theatrical world have climbed to their height. CARDS. You bow bridge whist and auction pitch and five hundred in the home and yx>u reap a crop of gamblers. If you've got any cards in your home you'd better throw them in the furnace when you get back there or else throw your Bibles in the furnace. The two won't mix. Oh, you needn't gasp! I am hand ing it to you straight! There's no use having Bibles around your house if you're going to make a Joke of His Word by playing bridge. Somebody says: "What difference between a game of cards and a game of checkers?" Well, just as much difference as there is between heaven and hell. Ever since the day that cards were invented to satisfy the whims of an idiotic king they have been the tools of the gambler. Many a boy is inveigled into & gambling room and listens to the roulette wheel, the faro bank and keno and listens to the ribaldry and the Jest and the blasphemy, and he is reminded of home. What a wonderful heritage to be queath to a boy! To have him go into a hell hole like that and have it re mind him of home! He will go down to the Judgment of God, and God will damn you as Bure as you breathe. Men who have been spending their funds and lives to ferret those things out tell us that nine-tenths of the gamblers are taught in their homes by their mothers, or 80 per cent of them first learned gambling in the homes of professing Christian people. When I talk to you about card play ing in your home, I am trying to pound through your head that every pack of cards is but another stepping stone to hell. x * * t I think the old painted hag or the broken down roue hanging around the tables at Monte Carlo or a down-and out card sharp bucking a crooked game in a gambling Joint at 3 o'clock in the morning a sight more respect able than the church people or the professed Christian who permits card playing in his home. The Chicago Civic Federation, which was forced into existence at the close of the World's Fair because after the fair was over Chicago was the Mecca for gamblers, found that out of thirty-two hundred gamblers nlne teuths had learned in their homes, and eight out of ten in the home of professing Christian people. I tell you it takes a woman with more than ordinary brass to stand up and defend these things. ? ? ? A man in Chicago in the Methodist church was going around the country visiting prisons and a woman came to him and said: "You are going to Auburn peniten tiary; will you take this and give it to my son?" She handed him a photograph with her name written on the bottom, with the words: "With love, mother." When he reached the prison he saw the young man and handed him the picture and said: "I saw your mother and she asked me to bring you this picture." He looked at it, and said: "That is mother. There are wrinkles in her face, not there the last time that I saw her." "Yes; your mother is aging fast." The young man said: "You take that picture back, and give it to my mother, and tell her I never want to see her. She taught me to play cards and I killed a man at a gambling table, and am serving fif teen years to pay for it. Now she has the audacity to send me her picture after she pushed me behind the prison barB." I say it may not injure you, but it is damning others. ? ? ? I have Just as much respect for the old gambler who will bet his last sou as for the women who will sit around in their homes and play cards for prizes. * ? ? A woman who will play bridge whist is no better than a man who will go out and play poker and the man who comes home with a pocket full of money won at a poker game is no worse than his wife who has been playing auction or five hundred all evening for a nice cut glass dish in which to keep the bouquets that are sent to her by her church-going friends. In a town where I was preaching they had all the parties to get them off their hands before I came. They had a big affair, and the prize was a $20 cut glass dish, and a woman work ed and sweated, and lied and cheated, and took progressions which she didn't win, and then she lost the dish by two points. She was short on Paul and long on Hoyle. She was sick in bed for two days. Now, listen! Her boy came in one morning and kissed her and said: "Here, ma. Here is a $20 gold piece. Take that and go down to the jeweler's and get a cut glass dish like that prize. I won this up at Richard son's last night." She said : "My boy! I take a $20 gold piecc that you won at gambling to buy a cut glass dish?" He told her that it was just the same to buy a prize with the $20 won at gambling as to win the prize. She said to me afterwards: "I was Just as low down as that man Richardson was, whom I bad looked at with horror." You are as low down as the gambler. "But,'' some woman says. "Mr. Sun day, I am teaching my boy to play cards so that when he grows up he won't want to play cards." I have heard that; but, say, why don't you Bend your daughter to live in a brothel so that she won't want to be a prostitute when she grows up? You are a fool and a jackass to talk that way. Your argument won't hold water three minutes. I don't care who you are, there is only one thing to do, and that is to go home and to throw away every card that you have into the furnace and get rid of the thing. You say, "It will never get me." All right, but it will get others. So you ought to refrain from gambling for the sake of other people whom your example might lead astray. Now, I'm not trying to cram any thing down your throats. I am ap pealing to your sense of reason and decency, and if you are not man or woman enough to listen I guess God Almighty doesn't need you. DANCING. I do not know of anything that is wrong for a church member to do, that is not equally wrong for those that are not church members to do. The only difference between the church member and the worldling is that the church members have prom ised to refrain and you have not. I tell you what I would do if I were in the church, and I was bound to dance and play cards ? I would leave the Church. I would not stay In it. Get out and then you can be re ferred to as an ex-church member who got divorced from Jesus Christ so that you could dance with the devil. ? ? ? The dancing Christian never was a soul winner. The dance is simply a hugging match set to music. The dance is a sexual love feast. This crusade against the dance is for everybody not merely for the preacher or the old man or woman, who couldn't dance if they wanted to, but for everybody interested in morals, whether in the Church or out of the Church. ? ? ? I say that It is unspirltual. Many a pastor is heartbroken, and is sighing for new fields because of the godless mob in the church. I had rather have twelve women filled with the Holy Ghost than a hun dred theatre gadders, wlna guzzlers and frivolous dancers. What under God's heaven do you amount to? The Church is honey combed with the rottenness of society. Somebody has got to come out and run the risk of incurring your dis pleasure. ? ? ? I am preaching morality here, and I'm not bothering about your opinion. If my position antagonizes you, all right; if I've got to displease God to please you, you know where you can head in. Whine around then, but you can't work your shell games on God. Girl! Listen! It is Immoral. Every good man and woman carries in his or her breast passions the same as bad men and women carry, and thus your breast becomes a tinder bo* and you ought to be careful where you go and what you do lest you ignite It and there be an explosion and wreck of your purity and manhood and womanhood. The dance is the dry rot of society. I say it is immoral. ? ? ? Supposing that you go to a dance to-night and then to-morrow you go around to some man's house when he la not there, that you might effective ly impress upon his wife the dance and ita necessary attendants and re quisites. You intend to give instruc tion, and you go in perfect innocence. You assume the same position and attitude with your arms about her that you would take on the ball room floor. The husband comes in the back door and sees you there with your arms about his wife, and bang! bang! goes the revolver, and you fall dead. You could not find a jury of mar ried men on Qod's dirt that would convict him. I would have just one vote ? and It would be: "Go home." You cannot get around the circum stances. Is not that true about the position? Any man knows it is, it does not do any harm to keep away and it may ruin your daughter to let her go. Do you go with your wife to the dance? You don't dance, and she is a flend. You stand there, and watch man after man as he claims her hand and puts his name on her list. Perhaps that fellow was her lover and you won her hand ? and you stand there and watch your wife folded In hla long, voluptuous, sensual embrace, their bodies swaying one against the other, their limbs twining and entwining, her head resting on his breast, they breathe the vitiated air beneath the glittering candelabra, and the Bpell of the music, and you stand there and tell me that there is no harm in It! You're too low down for me. ? ? ? Do you know that three-fourths of all the girls who are ruined owe their downfall to that very thing. Vou let a young man whose character would make a black mark on a piece of tar paper, who goes down the line every other night, hug and dance with your daughter, and see what happens. Are you a father? Are you a brother? Do you accompany your daughter or your sister to the ball room and see young fellows come up to her ? lecherous young bucks ? asking the hand of your daughter or your sister for a dance ? young bucks that you know live in sin, young fellows whose names are as' common upon the lips of the prostitute as upon the lips of your daughter. You stand there and see young fel lows come up and waltz with your daughter and tell me that there is no harm In it. You are too low down for me. Are you a mother? And do you chaperone your daughter and groom her, and shove her In front of every marriageable buck, and you accom pany her to the ball room and you stand there and look at her with your head cocked on one aide, and see a young fellow come up and wrap his arms around your daughter, and tell me that there is no harm in it? You must be made out of basswood or putty or marble. "But," said the woman, "you are too severe in your strictures regarding the dance. The positions have changed since you danced." Yes; I read that they had. i read the other day a report that said: "The devotee of the waltz ought to be satisfied with the latest position, entitled 'The Dream,' which brings the bodies in such close contact that a case knife could not pass between them." I read the other day that sitting out The Stewardship Committee's gOal~A Church Paper jn Every Home