Judge — November 10, 1906 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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RICH! xive the heart relief, when at Our Father’s feet we kneel, and try to’ speak, the things we feel. To you it seemed a wiser way to have a book to help us pray and ‘know what we are going to say, than to approach our heavenly Friend with random words that may offend, and talk that has no aim nor end. auto You saw this clear, you said it plain ; it needs not to be said again. For why “Why, man alive! He's the argument rehearse? "Tis in the nutshell uf your verse. This proves what Ihave held for true, that poets know a thing or two. I'd rather have goot words from you than from some preachers ultra-blue. And now the Prayer- Hook has come through the worst its enemies could do, I'm glad the work the stampt on has cailed a friendly line from Lampton.—Cordially yours, A KENTUCKY QUES- Henry VAN Dyke. 4G ]S he rich enough to run over people in his rich enough to run over policemen TION, First Kentuckian" Our COULD STOP TILLMAN TALKING. pastor preached a strony SENATOR TILLMAN was recently talking in his usual vehement sermon on whiskey-drinking manner. The conversation threatened to be stormy. - A friend last sabbath. expostulated with the senator, saying it was « hardly a place for such Second Kentuckian— x discussion." + Was he for or against it *: Please don't talk so much,” said the warning voice. irritated Tillman, MYTHOLOGICAL. He ritas nat «Talk !" he shouted.“ T'il talk as much whenever and wherever se WVHA does he call bis please. 1 would like to see the man who can keep me from talking! new motor-car ?”" * The Scentaur.” 1 came a voice from the crowd, Tecan ‘Tillman turned and glared about him. ‘Then his eye caught the The JUDGE'S FAVORITES. MAY GRANT, WITH WEBER'S ALL-STAR COMPANY. So many stars, such blinding glare, WE ate happiest when critical situation was saved. No rest for tired eyes anywhere. we love the most; also The man: who Yet when you caper in the calcium spot, We don't mind whether we are tired or not yh went round and the speaker. He pretended to qua ad hurled the defiant «1 can!" was Dr. T.‘T. unhappiest Moore, Tillman's life-time dentist. DR. VAN DYKE, THE PRAYER-BOOK AND A POEM. Henry van Dyke, known not HEN Dr preacher and practicer of pr essive ideas, but also as a poet and the writer of some of the purest prose in the American language, prepared a prayer. hook for use in the Presbyterian churches, he was attacked vigorously in many quarters. Anent the jupce publis! the following bit of verse written by William J rother, try. Perhaps at first You'll think that canned prayers are the worst You ever heard ; but after while You'll advocate the later style F how you ever stond 1 you thought were Or better for you k The pprevic Verhaps yeu, in the pulpit, Consider them exactly right But think of those whe, in the pews, Woald listen to a string of news Sent heavenward, as if the Lord Knew nothing till He got the word On Sunday mornings fre Of earnest, staying preach as goud 5 ight Nobody knows, il its length 3° strength. times that He Oh, th: Until he *s Lis And grows Exhausts its ow Indeed, we've the Who listens to us ko Must feel that gre When However, Are furni ich the better way, It’s up to preachers everywhere ‘To drop the long and rambling prayer And try the best a Although the mossbacks call it A little later Mr. Lampton received the following quaintly-rhymed indorsement from the poetical, practi- cal ani progressive preacher Ava Princeton, N. J., October 4th, 1y06 Dear Brother Lampton—As I come from play work at home, | find upon my table here, your friendly verses full of cheer and welcome for the Book ef Prayer which yave the antis such a scare. They thought it was not ortho. dox and pelted it with verbal knocks, and tun floods of wrath and noise on'as if it were a can of p you, not being a divine. have taken quite anoth human and more reverent, to. an open-minded layman’ You gave a fair and honest lok to find the purpose book, and saw that it was meant, indeed, ty meet a Daman need—the want of wor t and brief NFORMAT.ON. Auroist —* Will the next road to the right take me to Squiggsvilie?” Pevestrian—"* Ya-as, | believe s0."” Autoist~"" That's the road that crosses the little white bridge ?”” Pepestr: Ya-as, | reckon it do.” Autoist —*School-house painted yellow ?” Pevestrian—"* Ya-as. | reckon it's yaller. Auroisr ell. about how far is it? PevestRiAN—"'! dunno, mister. I'm a stranger round hyar."” comicbooks.com