The Boston Globe from Boston, Massachusetts on May 18, 1924 · 76
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THE BOSTON SUNDAY GLOBE MAY 18, 192$ "JUNIOR FROM WYOMING" Mrs John B. Kendrick, Now President of the Ladies of the Senate, About the Busiest of .Washington's Official Set Born on a Ranch, She "Grew Up in the Saddle' HI If ANOTHER COUNTESS, HER ROMANCE SHATTERED, COMES HOME TO FATHER Counts Count For Very Little These Days On the Riviera, Which Is All Cluttered Up With Nobility And Efven Royalty, and Where the Hotels Make Out Their Bills in Dollars MRS JOHN B. KENDRICK By May me Ober Peak WASHINGTON, D C One of the busiest women in official Washington is Mrs John B. Kendrick, wife of the Junior Senator from Wyoming, who is very much occupied himself just now as a member of the Public Lands Committee investigating the Naval oil leases. But even so, it is not as difficult to get an interview with the busy Senator aB with the Senator's bnsy wife. Mrs Kendrick, accompanied by her daughter, has just sailed for Europe for two months' relaxation. She is tired and needs a rest. To the feminine contingent outside of Washington this would mean rest from social demands, as they seem to have an idea that beyond paying a few hundred official calls the Congressional women do nothing but go to functions. And when they get a picture of any one of them dolrig useful things, such as they do at home, they think it is purely a political pose. As Mrs Kendrick's daughter la a debutante, she probably does more frivoling than she otherwise would. But while this delightful task con sumes much of her time when awake, it la hardly the reason Mrs Kendrick ets up at 7 In the morning. The real reason for this is that Mrs Kendrick has so much to do that she has to begin the day at this hour in order to get through. But the luncheons are merely informal, get-together meetings. The 95 members (wives or acting hostesses of the Senators) seat themselves wherever they like instead of by seniority, and are afforded an opportunity to know each other bette? at this close range than they could after years of superficial calling. On the candle-lit crushes "at home," when they wear their best frocks and smiles, they don't know the names of half the people they shake hands with. Here. In order to identify them, each member wears around her neck a card. with name and State printed legibly on it, and tied with Governmental tape. Every week a new committee of nine is appointed to bring the simple basket lunch, cold meat, salad, cake and coffee. The table la set in the marble room by waiters from the Senate cafe. During the war the Ladies resolved themselves into a Red Cross sewing circle, but ordinarily there Is no serious objective, the luncheons being devoted to chatty, nonpolltical discussions of "current events." ji(PP& b9he : Us iisfe When Countess Ludwig Salm von Hoegstraten stepped off a liner yesterday in New York in company with her father, Col H. H. Rogers, the millionaire oil king, the finishing touch was added to another famous international romance which has interested society in the capitals of Europe and the United States. Five mbnths ago last Jan 8, to be exact the slender young American heiress was married to the famous Austrian sporting nobleman at City Hall, New York, and now she is back in her native land, disillusionized with Europe and European noblemen. Of course, she does not say that for publication, but that is all one can infer from the facts. Millicent Rogers, when she disobeyed her father last Winter and eloped with the big Austrian, was 19 years old. Count Salm that is the name he goes by as his friends shorten it with familiarity to "Salm" is, well not less than 40. Why not be charitable? For he was a famous figure in European sporting circles before war broke out, and represented his country in the Davis Cup tennis matches in the United States in the last great international sporting event before war broke out in July, 1914. COUNT LUDWIG SALM Husband's Active Partner The writer, arriving: for an informal Interview at 9:30 a m found Mrs Kendrick already very busy. On her lovely hair, prematurely gray, rested an electric blue flowered toque matching the color of her eyes. Mrs Kendrick bounding up every few minutes to re spond to insistent telephone calls, to take notes, or give directions, Impressed the writer as being a veritable dynamo of energy and executive ability. In a recent story a statement was made that Mrs Kendrick was "the business manager of her husband." One only has to know the Wyoming stock-grower who Jumped from his saddle to a seat in the State Senate and thence to the United States Senate via the Gubernatorial route, and who made his fight for reelection on the Tea Pot Dome Issue, to realize how difficult It would be for any woman to "manage" either his business or hlml Mrs Kendrick, however, is her husband's active partner. Besides writing his private letters, she keeps his books and pays many of the ranch bills. As the Kendrick ranch the -. w. is one of the largest and moat successful range ranches In the West, this Is no small job. Privilege to be a Pioneer In presiding over this group of Interesting women, whose lives have led them over such widely divergent trails to the Nation's Capital, Mrs Kendrick must often hark back to the quiet years on their Western ranch, when her nearest neighbors were 10 or 20 miles away, and the railroad 125. When there was more time for a 60-mlle ride on horseback than for half that distance In her motor today. When buffalo were as thick as cattle on the ranges and, slaughtered and brought back on the running gear of the wagon, was more enjoyed than the "best out" of her Washington butcher. Mrs Kendrick was born, bred and wed on a ranch, and considers it one of her greatest privileges to have been a "pioneer." As Eula Wuifjen, she met John B. Kendrick when she was 7 years old and he was working on her father's ranch. The Wulfjens owned ranches In both Wyoming and Texas. They divided their time between them, and also spent some of the Winter months in Creeley, Colo, where the children went to school. The young ranchman and Eula Wuifjen were married when she was Just 13. They went immediately to Wyoming, and, In 1897, purchased from the firm who owned It, for whom young Kendrick had formerly worked, the O. W. Ranch. Here Mrs Kendrick sayB she completed her education. She had a god library and also a ipiano, and was able to keep up her music and teach her two children Rosa-Maye, who afterwards graduated from Goucher College, and Manville, who graduated from Exeter, Harvard and later took a special course in agriculture at Ames Col lege. He is now working on his father's ranch. idge's autograph "To the Junior from Wyoming from the Freshman from Mas sachusetts." On inquiring, Mrs Kendrick explained that on the occasion when Mrs Cool-idge, as the Vice President's wife, presided for the first time over the ladles of the Senate, Mrs Kendrick introduced herself to the newcomer by saying: "I'm Mrs Kendrick, the Junior from Wyoming." Quick as a flash came from Mrs Cool-idge: 'And I'm Mrs Coolldge, the Freshman from Massachusetts!" It's a far cry from New England to Wyoming, but when East meets West In such women as Mrs Coolidge and Mrs Kendrick the difference in boundary and party lines Is wiped out. Seeing things at Nigh" By HEYWOOD BROUN Scrap Books Would Make Best Sellers Mrs Kendrick also keeps another set of books quite different and more Interesting. She keeps a series of diaries and scrao books of Indexed clippings which ehe began while living in Chey enne If' years ago, during Mr ken drick's term as Governor. The clippings, with running comment on the blank pages opposite, concern among other things the World War and eucb -important happenings as Mrs Kendrick wished to Impress on her memory. 6he has an interesting list of lllustrous visitors (with autographed photographs of many), accounts of their reception in which the Legislative branch and she took part, and also the most complete list and description of casualties that can be found outside the War Department. In her "Line a Day" diaries are recorded outstanding events In her own sphere of activity. As Mrs Kendrick is note for her piquant observations, one Is led to believe that they contain a clever picture of Washington, and if she ever cared to enlarge and write her memoirs It would be among the best sellers. Besides her "desk work," Mrs Kendrick has other absorbing Interests. She la a member of the board of governors and founder of the Woman's Natifcai Democratic Club the first so-. ial itlcal club for women established at tiRcapltal. She is also the acting president of the Ladies of the Senate and hostess of the luncheons of the club held In the Senate office building every TusrtMtt jjiow President of Senate Ladles Formerly vice president, she auto-frSMba'ffy Itteceeded Mrs Coolidge, president aft tlHSelub, when her husband stepped from the Senate into the White MgVSf Anihl Mistress of the White House eotiriries attending these luncheons, Mrr ISerolrlck would find herself UKfaftt) UB4eHpditior of ranking the VHM)a4Mitt tsbe usual order of procedure werajved, ,"0 Miles From a Postofflce Both of the Kendrick children i were born on the ranch and literally grew up in the saddle. Mrs Kendrick, who Is an expert horsewoman, taught them to ride when they were 8 years old. As these were the days when Indians roamed freely over the ranges of Wyoming territory and there were frequent Indian uprisings, Mrs Kendrick had some anxious moments. But ordinarily life on the ranch was full of Joy, and there was so much to do that there was little time to thlrk of danger. There were from 30 to 40 ranch hands, and besides having to run her own house Mrs Kendrick had to run the ranch house. She had to be wife, mother, housekeeper, seamstress, teacher, secretary and doctor anything emergency called for. Until a few years ago there Was no mail route nearer than 60 miles. All their household goods and supplies had lo be hauled by wagon across the plains. Such conveniences as automobiles and telephones were not in vogue, and radios and airplanes had never been dreamed of. So that one had to depend entirely upon one's own resources and Ingenuity when baffling conditions arose. In 1909, Just before Mr Kendrick was elected to the State Senate, the Ken-dricks movd to Sheridan and built a home there. They named it "Trail End," because it represented the end of a trail that began with the cattle trail Mr Kendrick had traveled. He was serving as Governor when, in 1917, he resigned to take his seat In the United States Senate. Since that time, the O. W. and Trail End have had to nourish under the distant supervision of the Kendrtcks. In Washington they maintain a home In an apartment house on Meridian Fill, where one finds quite a bit of Western "atmosphere" in the Remington paintings in the library, and In the vivid water colors of the Western ranges. There are also charming paintings of both the O. W. and Trail End. Mrs Kendrick has an especially Interesting collection of autographed photographs, framed in silver, of past and present Presidents and their wives. The writer was attracted by Mrs Cool- NEW YORK, May 17-Two fine plays with a healthy purpose in common met a dramatically contrasting fate last week. "Catskill Dutch," by Roscoe W. Brink, was closed by public indifference after a little less than a full week's run, and "Hell Bent for Heaven," by Hatcher Hughes, which had survived the ordeal by special matinee and had grown to full estate in a regular run at the Frasee Theatre, was awarded the Pulitzer Prize. We cannot complain that these disparate rewards were ill-considered. "Hell Bent far Heaven" was not merely a good play, but it was also an interesting one, sympathetically .put on and gorgeously acted. "Catskill Dutch" was a good play, interesting only In momenta, and, It seemed to us, not very well cast. And there was one other difference between them, which we will get to a little later, which would not sway us personally from Mr Brink to Mr Hughes but which, we Imagine, does account for the fact that the public was more ready for the satH from the Blue Ridge than it was for the one from the Catskills. But the two plays were much more remarkable for their similarity than for their difference, because the two of them taken together did bring into the thea tre a tendency that we are wholly In fa vor of. We mean, that tendency to houseclean the question of religious be havlor. It Is an old question with the satirists A few stout rebels here and there with Anatole France and his "Thais" at their head have been lone voiceB In the wil derness crying for a long time that much that passed for piety was any thing but. These lone voces have been increas ing lately. If they are now lifted in the theatre, nobody could ask for a surer sign that they are a mighty chorus outside of it. Before "Thais" was let into the theatre, it was twisted about so that it said precisely what M France did not mean. But these two plays of the American mountains were not twisted by anybody. They made a flank attack on spurious religiosity, and nobody could mistake them. They said, in effect, that It was time we all refused to be taken In by the delusions of orthodoxy, however sincere they might be. They said, further, that however perilous a thing It might be to assail the thing which had the look and the name of religious fervor. they would do It and take the conse quences. The consequences for Hatcher Hughes were much better, probably, than he expected. Those for Mr Brink were certainly worse. But then, "Hell Bent for Heaven" was far the better play of the two. And the approach It made to Its contention was along a better trodden path. Mr Hughes said, In effect, that when a scared, marred, underfed young man Invented an overweening God for himself. It was Just as well for all those around him to look out for themselves. He spoke to a world which remembered that It was a withered arm In Potsdam which first was lifted to the chant of "Meinself und Gott." And he spoke to those who were as restive as he was that lately in our public life the most aggressive pieties had come from those who could make the least show of a true religion. Where Mr Brink ran too far ahead of his time was In bringing in the family for a bit or scrubbing. There was. In fact, one small scene in his play which put the good old-fashioned family life In such a scarifying flare that we will not be surprised to discover It soon on the banners of the Women's partj Bad Place for Counts Last year he returned to this country as sleek and debonair as ever. The movies, so we were told, were his goal. Whether he ever filmed or whether he remained outside the circle of the charmed camera Is hard to say. At any rate, he was received in New York, where his manners and good looks were sufficient to tame the young heiress of the Standard Oil King. Married in January against the wish of the girl's parents, they left for a honeymoon on the Riviera without a paternal blessing, but with a full checkbook. Unfortunately, they went to the French Riviera. The Riviera Is a bad place just now for Counts. In fact, ever since the war the Count business has been decidedly poor. On the dulllbh strip. n the brokers would say. For what with increased operating costs due to depreciated currencies, and large overhead expenses, due to decreased popularity of royalty all over the world, the average Count was In bad at home. So in common with about three-n'tlis of the royalty of Europe, both (list class and bush league, most of the Counts migrated to the French Riviera, where the sun shines all day long and life is Just one sweet song. cut off, as the report had it, from the parental pocketbook, began to be watched with more interest than was usually given to a mere Count. How long would they last? Rumors came thick and fast. A story floated over to the effect that the Count had sold his Memoirs to a New York publisher for J10.000. That rumor started at Cannes, traveled up to Nice and Monte Carlo, and in two days was back again, as hearty as even. Except that the ten thousand had grown in 48 hours to a hundred thousand. Whatever the sum was true, or untrue the Count and his bride stayed on at the fashion able hotel. And their life was not an Inexpensive one, either. ill ll Drug on the Riviera Market Counts, Earls, Barons and Generals are as common along the shores of the Mediterranean as overdue trains on the New Haven Railroad. The concierge at the Grand Hotel at Cannes this Win-ter was a former Russian General who commanded an army corps on the German front and was decorated with 32 decorations for service In the field. A former Baron at the court of the Czar was washing bottles in the Cafe de Paris at Monte Carlo for 10 francs (60 cents) a day. The fact is, royalty was a drug on the Riviera market. That is what Count Salm was up against. He might have been a 32d de gree Count, with his 1924 dues In the Counts' Union of Vienna all paid, and the receipt tucked away In his hip pocket. But on the Riviera he was Just another one of those Counts! Nor did the fact that he rented the most luxurious and expensive suite in the most luxurious and expensive hotel in Cannes, which is without question of a doubt the most luxurious and expensive town in ail France, serve to attract more than passing notice. Indeed, had he been the son of an oil Senator from the Southwest he would have made much more stir. And been much more noticeable among the royalty who thronged the corridors of this particular hotel as servants, as guests, as mere humble spectators at the clash of events that unfolded themselves. Just the Same in Dollars Now to stay at this particular hotel costs money. Do not imagine that because the franc falls things necessarily become cheap. That Is what the steam ship companies tell you In those pamphlets and folders entitled, "How to See Europe on $148.50." For as the franc falls, so do prices rise. You may not know what you are paying from day to day in francs, but you can be sure what it will amount to In good American dollars, because it will al ways bo the same. And It will be the same to a nickel that you will pay this Summer in New York during the Democratic convention. Consequently, the advent of the Salms, Hig Crowded Day They rose, or rather they threw back the heavy steel shutters which divided them from the soft Riviera sunshine, at about 10 a m. The peaks of the Es terels across the way were beginning to glisten In the reflection of the sun on the waters of the Bay of La Napoule, and the fishermen who had been up six hours were landing on the beach in front of the hotel with their morning's catch as the Count poked his noble nose out of the window. At 11, immaculately attired, he would descend with the Countess for a cock tail. Usually she wore a small tan hat pulled well down over the ears, and a valuable leapord skin coat which looked is though it might be a legacy from the days when she was Miss Rogers, A saunter on the Croisette, the fash ionable promenade of Cannes which stretches for several miles along the water front, and then luncheon at the Casino or some smart cafe on the sea. At 2:30, the Count, usually accompanied by his brother. Count Otto, would proceed across the street to a tennis cfub, where with the aid of the professional he would unllmber for the benefit of his wife and a few interested spectators. At 4:30 he would change, and the Party would adjourn for tea and dancing at the Ambassadeurs, the chic restaurant of Cannes. Dinner at his hotel a( 8 was usually followed by a whirl In the baccarat room at the Casino until 1 or 2 in the morning. COUNTESS SALM Back Home, Where She Was Known as Millicent Rogers found Salm sitting disconsolately by the side of a court at a large club where a tournament was taking place. He was ail ready to play; In fact, he was a living picture of the man who was all dressed up and no place to go. Still an Enemy AUen , Now before the war the athletic Count had been still is, probably the tennis champion of Austria. And today. despite his six feet and his 190 pounds and his 40 odd years, he can still move fast on occasions. So be produced his racquets and announced his intention of entering the various tennis tourna ments. He did more than that: he actually entered. But the French, who have no obdec Hons to taking the money of ex-enemy subjects, refuse to meet them upon the battlefield of sport. In other words, they declined to accept his entry. Followed a week of cables and tele grams. Wires went to Vienna, to Paris to London, to New York. The Count's high-powered racing car tore up and down the dusty streets of Cannes. He saw every one In authority, the Mayor the president of the Chamber of Com merce, the Prefet of the Alps Maritimes, finally, word came back from the offices of the French Tennis Federation in Paris. Entries from former enemy subjects were not to be accepted as in dividuals in French tournaments. But- note the distinction the Austrlans would be allowed to compete in the Davis Cup as a team. Some days later an acquaintance Taiting1 to Become a Team "What are you doing, Salm?" his friends asked. The Count looked up disconsolately. " 'Vaitlng to become a team," he replied. Salm was and is the captain of the Austrian Davis Cup team, and one of the mainstays of that country's forces upon the courts. Frequently he used to play in partnership with his brother against the leading players on the coast, for though he could not play in tournaments there was nothing to prevent him indulging in a friendly game. Usually his wife would be seated on the side line watching, and often Bcenes such as the following would occur: Often In the middle of a match a ball would Just drop over the net, which required! considerable chasing. Once when this happened the husband of the fair American girl left his thin and active brother to recover it, the while he urged his partner on with a terrific: "R-r-r-r-r-run !" But the exhortation did not have the desired effect. The elongated Count Otto stopped short in the middle of a stride. 'Stupeedl What do you yell like that at me for?" "Ach, but you must r-r-r-r-run ven de ball chust drop ofer " 'Aber, Ludvig, I vas r-r-r-runnlng and you yell" 'Aber, Otto, I hellup you, I gif you de push, de de de " Count Ludwig paused for lack of a word to describe his efforts to assist his brother. Unfortunately that gentleman did not appreciate the vocal assistance rendered. mi ty uiNiUY Mirrc . a i a i t mm x.mm. r j m. m k l - FIGHTING TO THE LAST Has Gone to the Repair Shop, He Says Struct Down by Old Malady in Sixth Week of His Campaign in Memphis. BILLY SUNDAY AND MRS SUNDAY Tens of thousands of New Englanders who sat at the feet of Billy Sunday during his tremendous revival in Boston 10 years ago had completely lost sight of him until a dispatch came out of the Southland last week announcing that his health had broken. Never before him in history had a religious event caused such a sensation in the community, filled newspapers with so many columns or brought so many thousands pouring into church services as did that ten weeks' campaign centering around the wooden tabernacle on the Huntington-av circus grounds. Boston was pretty nearly the high point of Mr. Sunday's evangelistic career. New York and one or two other large cities followed, but pretty soon Mr. Sunday had dropped from the front page big news class ; and often in recent years one heard the question, "What ever became of Billy Sunday?" He has been staging his campaigns of recent years in smaller cities, frequently in the South. "2 :rf - Otto and Ladwig "Aber, Ludvig, how many times I haf tolt you nefer to please yell at me. "Ach, that man-n, he does not understand" "Aber, Ludvig," "Aber, Otto" Here business of hands waving in midair on both sides, until at last, after much ejaculation in German and English, Count Otto retires to the sidelines and puts on his coat and sweater, calling the meanwhile upon his opponents, the spectators and the haav-ens above to witness that his brotber is indeed a fool and that he always misbehaves in this manner. While Count Ludwig: stands foolishly In mldeourt explaining to his wife, his friends, to all and sundry that his intentions were of the best, and that he was merely trying to assist his thin brother. At last, arter considerable teasing on an sides, especially on the part of the sisler-in-law. Count ctttr. moves slowly his coat, then his sweat er, lanes UD nis rao.niw nni t.t . -I ..KM EilCIO umorousiy into the court. But he must be adjudged right in the dispute, so he appeals to his opponents; out i vas right, vas I not. It U uiiuussiuie 10 piay ven such noiaps mis is too much for the Datin nr (jount J-iUdwlg. Ach, haf I not a thousand tim tolt you I try to helluD "But it is ou who are stunfd yell at me like a servant." Special Dispatch to the Globe MEMPHIS, May 17 Billy Sunday has gone into, the repair shop for a spell, to use his words, as he boarded the Panama Limited here fthe other night for Rochester, Minn. The evangelist was struck down In the line of duty with his goal in full view, his seven weeks' campaign in Memphis entering the sixth week. He is now seeking to pick up the, threads of health which snapped under 30 years of battling beneath the banner of the Cross. It is the first time in all his career that he has had to lay down his armor, nor did he do so without a valiant fight, which won the admiration of those who watched him in his manly struggle to stay on the firing line. Billy Sunday had been a sick man for two weeks before he was compelled to leave the campaign. A deep-seated malady which had been slowly creeping upon him for a year or more struck with a menacing warning four days before he gave up. His last two sermons were preached while his temperature stood around 102. He would not yield. There was work to do, a foe to be fought, a prize of infinite worth in his sight to be won. His condition has been greatly aggravated by the serious injury which "Ma" Sunday suffered in an automobile accident two weeks ago. He gave up many hours of sleep and rest to be at her bedside. classes and carried the message Inte afl the schools, which, in this section hart been opened to her. Albert Peterson came and won a high place in the affec tions of the South; "Pete" was alwaji his name after the first meeting. Pete sang, played the piano, sold song book?, led prayer meetings, conducted Biblu classes, looked after the Tabernaclt, and gave Billy a rubdown after eaca night sermon. Mr Peterson was th only one of the party to accompany Mr Sunday to Rochester. "I'm going to see the Boss througi,', he said. to Left to Right Count Otto Salm, Madame Sheftel, William J. Wessel, Madame Petroff, Count Ludwig Salm, So Romance jOles Now it Is Count LudwU's turn w- does not miss the chance. "Ach, I cannot play vit dia fn-, He talk to me like a coachmann!" And he now retires to the sidelln vcY, he dons his coat, sweater and muffW amid cheers from the spectators. follow more pleadings from his wlf. with Otto this time standing foolishly in court, his racquet dangling in nis hand. At last, after the mands of his wife, the muffler comfs err, the coat Is slowly removed, the sweater is dispensed with, and Count Ludwig returns to the court for the end of a perfect day. All ls serene again. But scenes of this sort kill romance. and apparently thov hava um,..-i romance of the daughter of the American millionaire. The temperamental Count has been left behind in Europe to fight his battles alone, and the fair American girl under paternal protection ls once more on American soil. Once again an International romance has bloomed, blossomed and faded. The castle of the Salms in Vienna is without its chatelaine, the lord of the manor is alone in his majesty in the former capital of the Hapsburgs. And, If present Indications are worth anything at all, he is likely to be alone for some time to come. Sonth Was Fertile Soil The campaign in Memphis was one of a series which the evangelist had been conducting In the Southeast and mid-South during tho last four years. He began in Lynchburg and Roanoke, Va, and swung through Bristol, Johnson City and Knoxville, Tenn, Charleston and Columbia. S C, Charlotte. N C, and Shreveport, La. He cam to Memphl from Shreveport April 6. Only three days of rest intervened between these two campaigns. He had planned series at Nashville this Fall and one at Little Rock early next year. The evangelist found the heart of th South beating in unison with his mes sage. The South Is the home of funda mentallsm, a seemingly Impregnable outpost of the faith that clings to heaven and hell, God and the devil, the Bible as the Infallible word of God Jesus Christ as the only begotten Son of God. literally conceived by the Holy Ghost and born of the Virgin Mary. All the "Isms" and "Ologies" that find fertile soil In the East and North are anathema to many In this section Billy came preaching this gospel and he was heard gladly. His declarations that evolution should be driven from the schools and colleges were received with enthusiasm. AH the Old Guard bat Roddy The preacher did not modify his style of preaching in the South. He found that the people liked it and he gave it to them. All his choicest epithets and all his amazing acrobatics he laid be fore them with the same intensity of real that he used in his campaigns in Boston, New York and Philadelphia. Homer Rodeheaver had not been with him for several months.. The new choir director, Walter Jenkins, formerly of Portland, Or, proved to be a worthy successor of "Roddy." So worthy did Memphis consider him that she wooed him away from the Sunday party. He has accepted a flattering offer from the First Methodist Church of this city to direct the choir. Otherwise, he brought his old guard with him. Bob Matthews came as his secretary, taking care of the newspapers, keeping cranks and time wasters away from "the Boss," and presiding at the piano. Fred Rapp was along as the guiding hand behind tho business arrangements and the organizer of work among the men. Mrs William Asher came with her rich voice and with her genius for organizing the Made Religions History Billy Sunday made religious history in Memphis. Never before had evangel ism been attempted on such a seal? la this city. His tabernacle accommodated more people than any other building ever erected here. He addressed 40O.M9 men, women and children. Nearly 8000 have marched down ths sawdust trail to acknowledge Jesiif Christ as their Savior or to renew the vows of fealty they once made. He came at the invitation of the Protestant pastors. They had confldenee in him. The people at large did nol know Billy Sunday except by reputation. Many were opposed to Ms corn ing. They regarded him as a sensational revivalist, replete with circus methods and purveyor of slangy vulgarity. This talk, stopped after Billy rad preached his first sermon in Memphis. His critics saw In him a man who touched the power that this earth alone cannot give. They saw him fan the smouldering ashes of an ancient faith until tongues of fire leaped up to burn their way into the hearts of men. The gleam of his steel-blue eyes, the sound of his appealing voice, sometimes hollow with pathos, sometimes strident In triumph, his amazing prowess of body disarmed the doubtful and le1 them In the presence of a man wht has had the learned and the ignorant, the rich and the poor at his feet throughout this country. His departure from Memphis quiet, pathetic. Several big bouquets reached the car that awaited hiro i the station before the evangelist arrived from the hotel Chlsca. Others came later until the big coach fairly breathed the odors of Maytime. He Insisted that he leave the hotel in his usual manner, through the Linden av exit, and he declined to ride 1 a special car. "I want to leave in my regular w. boys," he told the attendents. "MaT Comes through a window Down in the lobby he shook nan with the hotel clerk and otner ac quaintances. He was driven to tne tlon by the ambulance attendants is the automobile he had been driving since he started his revival in Memphis. He was taken into the station elevator to the tracks where his car stood. The- car was about 20 steps distant. lr Sunday leaned on the arms of his attendants, who assitsed him up the steps. Tears glistened on his cheeks as he waved his hand to a coterie of railroad and newspaper men on the platform. Ten minutes later "Ma" Sunday wat brought up on a stretcher. She was crying and laughing, optimistic and fine spirit. The conveyor upon which her stretch er rested was wheeled to the side of the car. She admitted, smiling radi antly, that it was the first time she ever entered a railroad coach through the window. The stretcher was lifted to the window and with a little slide was pushed smothly Into the car, where her berth had been made comfortable for her reception. Billy was seated on his berth and bent over her with a smile. He had watched the unusual mode of her entrance with bated Interest. As soon as she was ucked up in her berth, Billy agreed business women of the cities. Miss that "It's time for tarn to hit the hay Florence Kinney conducted the Bible I myself."

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