The poison winds is sure blowing. It's got the church to a place, you can't tell Pentecostal people no more from anyone else. They all look just about alike. Go around, our women wearing batty old clothes, and a lot of our brethren go out there and you see them standing on the street telling jokes that, oh, drunken sailors wouldn't tell.

2. So much greater is this news then the old boundaries of slavery, the old marks of sin that caused you to be batty-eyed wretches by smoking cigarettes, alcoholics on the street with trembling; you don't have to go that way.

When I seen her come on the platform (excuse me, Sister Rosella) she was a batty-eyed, wretched- looking witch..