Billy Sunday takes frequent raps at those who knock him and accuse him of grafting. Wednesday night he became reminiscent for a few minutes and referred to his turning down big offers from baseball teams, to become a Y. M. C. A. secretary.
“When I turned down offers of $500.00 and even $1,000 a month from ball teams, to make $83.00 as a Y. M. C. A. secretary, they never called me a grafter, and in those days we were up against hard times,” he said. “For six months I got no salary; I went hungry at noon and walked to and from work to save car fare.
“Then there’s another lie they tell about me and it is that I own a saloon in Chicago. I don’t know what all they tell about me, but I do not and never did own a single piece of property in Chicago.”
WOMEN HAVE THE SAME RIGHTS AS MEN.
“God has marked out the same path for men and for women to follow. Away with the hellish doctrine of a double standard of living in this twentieth century. It makes no difference whether the one who sins wears a plug hat or a petticoat. Young fellow, your sister has as good a right to live as you do, as you have. She has as good a right to walk up street smoking a cigaret as you have. Your wife has as good a right to line up before a bar and put 10 beers under her belt as you have. She has as good a right to go to the corner grocery in the evening and sit around and put her feet up on the stove and settle the questions of the day, as you have. She has as good a right as you have to walk down street with a half a plug of Lorillard’s sticking out of her mouth and spit enough to drown a jackrabbit as you have. I wouldn’t clean out your old spittoon for you. I’d throw it at your old head. Yes, sir. Mop up your own slop, you old hog.”
WHEN THE TABERNACLE SERVICES ARE OVER.