NORTHERN LIGHT
Published monthly by the Unalnkleet
Eskimo School
IJnalafclctt Alaska
1C. E. Van Ness..Editor
Suinel Auaruk...Business Manager
One Dollar per year
EDITORIAL AND COMMENT
The following poiiuetk sermon needs no
comment from ti*.
JO HESS ’
The reformer! pugilist tells Ii o w
his pastor nenrly c a u s e d him to
bn kslide. Tlie following is a telling
a Tdress delivered by * Jo” Hess, the
reformed pugilist.
“The nearest ! ever came to goi: g
bark to the old hell life was thru the
inconsistency of my owe. past o r.
This is the wiy it came about.
“I stood at the pollh g place of the
wird that I lived i in the city of
Rochester, NVY. T was on baud early
so that when the pole opened the first
billot would be a ballot f o r Christ.
Some twelve o* fourteen saloon
keepers were standing around, and i
became an object of their ridicule and
jibes and scoffs; but, like Paul, that
little thing did not move me, and,
holding my ballot above my head I
said to tbe boys: ‘Hoys, last election
T was with you, but this time I will
cast my ballot, not against you as
men, blit against your infernal hi/..’
md, ladies and gentlemen, the first
ballot that went into that b o x that
morning went i:i forC h list and
humanity, and I felt good. Ilut ot
my surprise one of the saloon
keepers stepped out of the ranks,
and taking my hand in his, said to me
the boys: ‘Let’s not say anything
against joe hereafter, for we see he
meins biz.'
“Of course I \vzs pie .see! at this.
And i stood there for some lime,and
about 9 o’clock 1 saw in the distan
ce my pastor coming,and this caused
me to brighten up,and i said to myself
‘Well,here comes another vote for
Christ. ’ So when he came up I said
in my happy mood, ‘Good morning,
pistor!.*Good morning, brother Joe,"
sad he.
“I said, ‘i suppose you have come
to vote?*’ “Yes.’’ “All right: here
are the tickets,’ holding one out to
him.'* rre looked at it and then
slid: ‘brother Joe, that’s not my
pirty. ” I l<x>ked blank for a min
ute, then ventured to siy. ‘what!
not your party;am*t you the fellow
that prayed with me for a year, and
talked with my children ngaints the
siloon, andgave my wife sympathy !
and now this is not your party.*
“Well,1 can’t help it.’’he said,and
walked away to a s a 1 o o n keeper
against whom he had preached,and
tix>k a ticket from the saloon keeper’s
hand and voted it,the siloon keeper
following him right up to the ballot
box. Turning and pointing his finger,
the saloon keeper said to me, ‘joe,
he ain’t made of the same kind of stuff
you are.’
“Hus was too much forme, and
casting my ballot fro:n me, I started
ho ne When my wife saw me she
sd !, “why, joe.i thought you were
down at the jm>11?’
‘Sol was, but T am thru.’
My wife looked astonished and
Slid, ‘What has happened?’ I told
her that I was going back to my
former life because the pastor who
preached for us voted a whiskey
ticket from the hands of 1 h e saloc*,