Now, Methodism, You Keep Still For A Few Moments...

This could classify as a favorite moment in life. My grandfather gave me this article a while ago and it is the best newspaper article I've ever read. Its from my hometown newspaper, the Daily News Record, from March the 16th, 1937. However, it is reporting on a story from 1820. I'd say that's about the average rate of turnaround for the DNR.

The article reads:
The first prize fight in Harrisonburg was fought in front of Hollander's Store in 1820. A man walked all the way from Winchester to thrash a local Methodist preacher named William Cravens. The preacher began life as a stone mason, and as such was noted for his great physical powers.
He did not want to fight the bully, but, having come so far, the man would not be pacified. Cravens took off his Methodist coat, his tie and stock, placed them on the ground, put a Methodist hymnal on them to keep the wind from blowing them away, rolled his sleeves above his elbows, and saying to the parcels on the ground; "Now, Methodism, you keep still for a few moments," sailed into the man from Winchester in true Jeffries style. In about thirty minutes the fight was over and the minister was the victor. Gathering up his vestments, he donned them, walked to his home and resumed the writing of a sermon on the "Efficacy of Prayer," as if nothing had interrupted the thread of his essay.

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