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...will doubtless be interested to know that the pastor's name is May B. Lord, that she is not a "him," but is one of Connecticut's two famed Methodist women preachers. The other is Miss Elsie F. Stowe, pastor of the church at North Wilton...
Sixty-seven years ago the congregation of Plymouth Church, Brooklyn, saw Pastor Henry Ward Beecher* mount the pulpit, accompanied by a trembling nine-year-old Negress. Then, while many a woman became hysterical, while many a man shed tears, famed Abolitionist Beecher turned his pulpit into a slave-pen, his sermon into an auctioneer's harangue, asked his hearers to bid $900 for this fine piece of colored flesh- Sally Maria Diggs, commonly known as "Pinky." Last week the congregation of Plymouth Church saw its present pastor share his pulpit with a Negress. They heard him recall that...
...identity of "Pinky" and Mrs. Hunt was established more than a year ago by Dr. J. Stanley Durkee, then president of Howard University, now pastor of Plymouth Church. Hearing that Beecher's "Pinky" was living in Washington, Dr. Durkee sought out Mrs. Hunt, found that she remembered details of her life in Brooklyn. She also had in her possession a copy of the bill of sale executed in 1860. "I am just as certain that Mrs. Hunt is 'Pinky' as I am of my own personality," said Dr. Durkee last week...
...time. He was as rampant in politics. President Hayes' administration he called "a bread pudding." A Republican from the earliest years of that party, he left it when in 1884 James G. Blaine ran for the Presidency against Grover Cleveland. He called himself a "Mugwump," a political purist. Pastor Beecher was full-blooded; dared not eat red meat. His only outdoor exercise was croquet. He died of aponlexy...
...Congregational pastor emeritus, whose son, Bruce Barton, wrote The Man Nobody Knows and The Book Nobody Knows) wrote in the Red Book for June: "The most interesting fact in the social life of the globe is the permanent division of the human race into two sexes, approximately equal in number, and each necessary to the complement of the other. Sex, either in itself or in some of its many manifestations-the family, the home, education, life-insurance and all the rest-can never be very far from the centre of the stage in anybody's thinking...