The Whisky Rebellion

Admirers of glib, arm-flailing Evangelist Dr. Billy Graham, 31, swear his voice can penetrate a case-hardened conscience like a jackhammer going through a pile of schist. Last week Dr. Billy appeared before a joint session of the Georgia legislature to urge an old-fashioned revival among the state's sinners, and within two hours the senate had passed a bill to make the state bone dry. Cried Senator Tom E. Rich, during the breast-beating which preceded a 34-to-5 vote: "I used to go home drunk and stumble over . . . my children!"

By the next day, however, legislative ardor had cooled somewhat. Dr. Billy declined an invitation to heat up the house of representatives also. There the bone-dry bill rested safely in a pigeonhole in the Temperance Committee when the legislature closed its session last week. Had the bill reached the floor, and had Dr. Billy put in an appearance, legislators thought it might well have passed. Many a Georgia wet lifted his thanksgiving dram shakily, at so close a call.

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