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Show PROTEGES OF AN APOSTLE. Women Who Ought to Know Better. Psalm Singers Sing-ers Who Couldn't. By T. G. Those sulphureted Gentile ladies who are perched on the front seat of Heber J. Grant's water wagon distributing tracts while the para-citic para-citic remnants of the ministerial association cheer them on, are an inspiring spectacle. Not for yuhs and yuhs have we been treated to such a display by the protaganists of blue laws which began in a place called Salem and which will probably go on without end until the efficacy of the denatured hug is thoi'oughly demonstrated dem-onstrated to the unbelievers. It Avasn't -so very long 'ago that these same ladies were dashing out of their homes with ma-tutlonal, ma-tutlonal, vesperlan and several other duties going by default, to protest in the name of the American home against the crime of polygamy. And turn by turn, leading them or following, the stealthy psalm singers were gliding from beneath their gilded steeples and with eyes uplifted in holy horror .admonishing the natives to beware the contamination that might result if they walked on the same side of the street with a man who had more than one wife. Behold the transformation! United in their i mistaken cause, polygamy and kindred evils are ' forgotten, and my, my, my what a hubbub! They cause anyone to have a lot more respect for what the organs of the Mormon church had to say about them in that other fight, though at the present time Joseph's lyre is twanging a dif- i ferent tune, and these co-educational high-ball destroyers de-stroyers are described as paragons of all the virtues vir-tues and any others yet to be discovered. Think of 'the royalties on a comic opera builded around N this, were the entire country in touch with the local situation. The only touch of comedy neces- J sary to complete the scenario would be a street scene in Washington with Reed Smoot besieged by boys bearing messages from anxious business . men at home, and Reed, lost in the capital silently silent-ly standing in an attitude of "get thee behind me, Satan," and refusing to open the missies. Some people have been astounded at the temerity te-merity of these embryonic Carrie Nations and their friends, the broad-gauged adhesive plasters on the body politic who are scabing on the clergymen's clergy-men's union, for presuming that they are capable of judging what is best for a community or state. Such critics do not know them, for apparently they will stop at nothing but the living and teaching teach-ing of a true religion. In thoir hero worship of their leading advocate of prohibition (for revenue only) they are beginning begin-ning to believe that they were a little mistaken in judging him so harshly before, a bit premature in their expressions regarding one so white of soul who makes the common air sweet to breathe, and who by every token is truly one of God's noblemen. no-blemen. It is not to be surprised at any one of these "ministers,' 'and it is to be commended that there are real men of the cloth who have had the courage cour-age of their convictions to the extent of separating themselves from the chamaeleo vulgaris, and come out boldly against the contention of the others, but for Gentile women to be conciliated to the leadership of the elongated apostle is past understanding. under-standing. To hear them in their wrangles over the question at issue, one instinctively thinks of the picture of a little girl which recently appeared in the Sketch. She hv been renovating an ash barrel, and holding j an object in front of her father, remarked: "See, daddy, someone has frowed away quite a good cat." What a blessing it would be if these florid females would go back to their firesides and fan the flames a little so that their lords and masters would not of necessity be obliged to seek interior warmth amid the wassails of the taverns; how doubly blest would we be If the pallid priests would return to their pulpits, for then none need hear them except those gullible enough to bid for the doubtful privilege. |