Moody, a little old shoe cobbler, hardly knowed his ABC's. That's right. His grammar was poor. Somebody told him one day, "Your grammar is awful poor, Mr. Moody." He said, "But I'm winning souls with it." So one day the newspapers, the editor went to writing the newspaper. He went over to see how could this man hold crowds of people under any conditions, little old guy, baldheaded, and everything, and had whiskers hanging way down, kind of pot-bellied;...