Atlanta Daily World

RADIO
SANDY McINTYRE
GARAGE, A RADIO CHURCH

FORT WORTH, Texas— While visiting a sick friend on the South-side last Friday, I was introduced to an elderly lady of about sixty years young. This lady showed such wonderful traits of intelligence in the course of her conversation that she (in a slang way of expressing myself) actually swept me off my feet. She asked me if I were the McIntyre that wrote for this paper. I modestly admitted that I was.

Then she went on to tell me of an article that I wrote about three years ago which she liked so well. She also told me how she treasured this writing and how long she kept it; but about a year ago was lost in moving and she has never been able to find it since. She also prevailed upon me to rewrite it some-day when I find it difficult to accumulate material for anything else.

So since these conditions exist at the present writing, I see no other time anymore appropriate.

So, here goes. wonderful little old lady, viz.

Some years ago when radio was young, a senator and his chauffeur were driving down a dusty road. He was informed by the chauffeur that the gasoline was getting low. They stopped in front of a way-side garage and tooted the horn in vain; finally they both walked into the building and as they stepped across the threshold of the place, they halted. Fifteen or twenty men, some in working jumpers others in Sunday blacks, were standing silently in a group with their hats in their hands. Through the garage echoed a sonorous voice in prayer; as the senator stood there, a man stepped up and said in a low voice. "We cannot serve you now, sir; the minister is praying." He pointed to a loudspeaker on the seat of an old rusty ford.

Off came the senator's hat, followed by that of the chauffeur, and they joined the worshippers in this little radio church.

After the minister had pronounced the benediction the garage owner explained: "You see, sir. there is no church within ten miles of this place, so the neighborhood men have gotten into the habit of coming in here to the services. We never sell while the garage is a church."