Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, October 4, 1915, Page 5

- Sunday. Preaches Sermon on ‘‘Booze por “Get on thg Water Wagon” Now “Bill Sunday's sermon _entitled Boose; or Get On the Water Wagon, which he delivercd at the tabernacic vesterday afternoon, follows: 1 will take my text from the Sth chap ter of Matthew, the 35th to the 334 verse, describing the casting out of the dev which entered Into the swine. Hers we have one of the strangest scenes in all the gospels. Two men, vossessed of devils, confront Jesus, and while the devils are crying out for Jes 1o leave them, He commands the devil to come out, and the devils obey the command of Jesus. The devils ask permission to enter into 4 herd of swine feeding on the hillaide. This 1s the only record we have of Jesus ever granting the petition of devils, and He dld it for the salvation of men. Then the fellows that kept the hogs went back to town and told the peanut- brained, weasel-eyed, hog-jowled, bee- tle-browed, bull-necked lobsters that owned the hogs, that “A long-haired fanatic from Nazareth, named Jesus, has driven the devils out of some men and the devils have gone into the hogs, and the hogs into the sea, and the sea into the hogs, and the whole bunch is dead.” And then the fat, pussy old fellows came out to seo Jesus and said that He was hurting their businesa. A fellow says to me, “I don't think Jesus Christ did a nice thing.” You don’'t know what you are talking about. | Down In Nashville, Tenn.,, T saw four wagons going down the street, and they were loaded with stills, and kettles, and pipes. “What's this?’ 1 said “United States revenue officers, and they have been in the moonshine district and confiscated the illicit stills, and they are taking them down to the govern- ment scrap heap.” Je Ohriat God's Revenue Officer. Jesus Christ was God's revenue officer. Now, the Jews were forbidden to eat pork, but Jesus Chrigt came and found | that crowd buying and selling and deal- ing in pork, and confiscated the whole business, and He kept within the limits | of the law when He did it. Then the fellows ran back to those who owned the hoge to tell what had befallen them, and those hog owners said to Jesus: “Take your helpers and hike. You are hurting our busines: And they looked into the sea and the hogs were bottom side up, but the men were right side up. And Jesus said, ‘What s the matter? And they answered, and go." A fellow says it is rather a strange request for the devils to make, to ask permission to enter into hogs. 1 don't know—if I was a devil I would rather live in a good, decent hog than in lots of men, and if you will drive the hogs out you won't have to carry slop to him, so I will try to help you get rid of the hog. And they told Jesus to leave the coun- | try. They said: “You are hurting our business.” “Havo you no interest in manhood?” “We have no interest in that; just take your disciples and leave, for you are hurting our business.” That is the attitude of the liquor traf- fic toward the church and the state and government, and the preacher that has the backbone to fight the most damn- able, corrupt institution that ever wrig- gled out of hell and fastened itself on the public. I am a temperance republican down to my toes. Who is the man that fights the whisky business In the south? It is the democrat. They have driven the business from Alabama; they have driven it from Georgia, and from Mis- sissippi, and Tennessee, all but three cit- ies: and out of 100 counties in Kentucky. And they have driven it out of 147 coun- ties in Texas, and out of North Caro- lina. And it i the rock-ribbed demo- cratic south that s fighting the saloon. They started this fight that Is sweeping like fire over the United States. You might as well try apnd dam Niagara Falls with toothpicks as to stop the re- form wave sweeping our land. The democratic party of Florida has put a temperance plank in its platform, and the republican party of every state would nail that ®lank in their platform if they thought it would carry the elec- tion. It is simply a matter of decency and manhood, irrespective of politics. It “Leave our hogs | THE ”» and say, “What brought you here? Drink! Whence all the misery, and sor row, and corruption? Invaribly it s drink Five Points, in New York, was a spot as near Iike hell as any spot on earth. Thero are five streets that run to this point, and right in the middle was an old brewery, and the streets on either side were lined with grog-shops. The newspapers turned a search-light on the district, and before they could stop it, the first thing they had to do was to buy the old br and turn it into a mission, and today it is a decent, respectable place Saloon the Sum of All Villainies. The saloon is the sum of all villainjes It is worse than war orspestilence. It i the crime of crimes. It is the parent of crimes and the mother of sins. It Is the appalling source of misery and crims in the land, and the principal cause of crime. 1t {8 the source of three-fourths of the crime, and, of course, it s the source of three-fourths of the taxes to support that crime. And to license such an incarnate fiend of hell is the dirtiest low-down, damnable business on top of this old earth. There is nothing to be compared to it Do away with the cursed business and you will not have to put up to support them. Who gets the money? The saloon- keepers and the brewers and the distil- lers, while the whisky fills the land with misery and poverty and wretchedness |and disease and death and damnation, the soverelgn people, You say “that people will drink it any- WaY. Not by my vote. You say ‘men will murder their wives anyway."” Not by my vote. “They will steal anyway.” Not by my vote. You are the sovereign peo- ple, and what are you going to do about it? way “into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell,”” and then, out of the val- ley of the shadow of the drink; let me call the appertaining motherhood, and wifehood, and childhood, and |tears rain down upon their purple faces. | Do you think that would stop the curse of the liquor traffic? No! No! In these days when the question of sa- loon or no saloon is at the fore in almost every community, one hears a good dt about what is called “personal liberty.” These are fine, large, mouth-tilling words |and they certainly do sound first rate; but when you get right down and analyse sense, you will discover that In their ap- plication to the present controversy they mean just about this: “Personal liberty,” is for the man, who, i he has the Inclina~ {tion and the price, can stand up to a bar and fill his hide so full of red liquor that he s transformed for the time into an ir- responsible, dangerous, evil smelling |brute, But “personal liberty" is not for his patient, long-suffering wife, who has to endure with what fortitude she may his blows and curses; nor ls it for his | children who, if they escape his insane rage and are yet robbed of every known joy ang privilege of childhood, and too | |often grow up neglected, uncared for and viclous as the result of their sur- roundings and the example befare the “personal liberty” is mot for the sober, industrious citizen who, from the pro- ceeds of honest toll and orderly lIving, has to pay, willingly or mot, the T“. which pile up as the direct result of inkenness, disorder and poverty, the items of which are written in the records of every police court and poorhouse in the land; nor is “personal liberty” for the £ood woman who goes abroad in the town only at the risk of being shot down by some drink-crased creature. This rant |about “personal liberty” as an argument | has no leg to stand upon. | Now, the corn crop of 1018 was 2,63, |732,000 bushels, and it was valueq at $1,350,000,000. Secretary Wilson sald that the brewerles use less than 2 per cent. /T will say that they use 2 per cent. That | would make 51,000,000 bushels, and at 5 {cents & bushel that would be about $25- !000,000. How many people are there in the United States? Eighty million. Very well, then, that Is 27 cents per tapita. Then we s0ld out to the whisky business for 27 bents aplece—the price of a dozen eggs or a pound of butter. We are the cheapest gang this side of hell if we | will do that kind of business. v saloon and ang it is being authorized by the will of | ‘Women's Tears Will Not Stop Liquor | Let me assemble before your minds the . bodies of the drunken dead, who crawl let their | them in the light of common old horse | pages of the supreme court and the cuit court Judges' reports in Indiana and Ilifonis to make my case. Heat Friend for Drink of Rum. Two years ago in the city of Chicago |a young man of good parents, good character, one Sunday crossed the street and entered a saloon, of law He found there boon companions. |There was laushter, song and fest and much drinking After a while, drunk, insanely drunk. his money gone. he was Kkicked into the street. He found his way Aacross to his mother's home, He Im portined her for money to buy more drink. She refueed him. He selzed from the sideboard a revolver and ran out into the street, and with the ex pressed determination of getting more drink, money or no money. His little mother followed |him into the street | Oh men of Omaha His fond mother {followed him Into the street. She put her hand upon him in loving restraint He struck it from him In anger and then his sister came and added her entreaty in vain. And then a neighbor, whom he knew, trusted and respected, came and put his hand on him In gentleneds and friendly kindness, but drunken rage he raised the revolver and shot his friend dead in his blood upon the street. There was a trial; he was found gufity of murder. 'He was sentenced to life im- | prisonment, and when the little mother heard the verdict—a frail little bit of a woman—she threw up her hands and fell ina swoon. In three hours she was dead. Gotham's Drink BIYl Milllon & Day. And say, my friends, New York City s fannual drink bill is $365,000,000 a year, $1,000,000 & day. Listen a minute! That i four timos the annual output of gold, and it is at least one-third the vaiue of all the coal mined in the United States. And in some sections of New York there is one saloon for every thirty familles, The money spent In New York by the | working people for drink in ten years | would buy every working man In New York a beautiful home and allow $3.500 {for house and lot. New York's annual drink bill would buy 73,000,000 barrels of flour, nearly a barrel for every man and woman in the United States. It would take fifty people one year to count the money in §1 bills, and they would cover 10,000 acres of ground. That is what the hole In one year. And then you wonder why there Is poverty and crime, and that the country is not more prosperous. This gang is circulating a circular about Kan‘as City, Kan. I defy you to prove & statement in it. Listen! Kansas City is a town of 100,000 population, and temper- ance went into effect July 1, 1908. They {then had 25) saloons, 200 gambling hells and sixty houses of ill-fame. The popula- tlon was largely forelgn, and Inquiries have come from Germany, Sweden and Norway, asking the influence of the en- forcement of the prohibitory law. Prohibition Increased One Bank's Deposits $1,700,000, At the end of one year, the president of one of the largest banks in that city, a {man who had protested against the en- forcement of the prohibitory law on the ground that it would hurt business, found |that at the end of one year his bank de- | posits had increased $,700,00, and T2 per cent, of the deposits were from {men who had never saved a cent before, {and 42 per cent came from men who had never had a dollar In the bank, but be- cause the saloons were driven out they :hld & chance to save, and the people Who objected on the grounds that it would injure business, found an Increase of 19 per cent, in building operations; and furthermore, there were three times as many people building homes as before, and there were more peopls secking In- ‘vestment, and court expenses decreased $25,000 in one year. Who pays to feed and keep the gang you have in jall? Why, you go down in your sock and pay for what the saloon has dumped in there. They don't do It. Mr. Whisky Man, why don't you go down and take a plcture of wrecked and blighted homes and of insane asylums with gibbering idlots that it costs $6,600,- 000,00 to support? Why don't you take a yicture of that? Few Prisoners in K an City Julls. At Kansas City, Kan, before the sa- loons were closed, they were getting ready to bulld an addition to the Jall. Now the doors swing 1dly on the hinges and there is nobody to lock in the jails, And the commissioner of the poor farm says there is a wonderiul falling off of old men and women coming to the poor- house, because their sons and daughters are saving their money and have quit | #pending it for drink. And they had to n axainst the | entering the | in an Insanity of | people In New York dump into the whisky | MONDAY OCTOBER 4, 1915, Heard at the Tab { _“Billy” Sunday announced that en Wednesday oven'ng he will preach his famous sermon on Dr. Jekyl and Dr Ryde. | Thureday afternoon and evening at the | “Tab” wiil be for women only. The only | man to be present will he Rev. William A. Bunday. Doubters and Skeptics”’ will be the | subject of the sermon of “Bllly " Sunday Tue y evening Collections will_be taken on Tuesday and Thursday of this week for some local charities For Tuesday the Unlon G Mission and for Thursday the Child Saving Institute onfons and the lettuce, and then the mongoose at‘tacked the sheep, and the cats, and the pupples and the calves, and the geese. Now Jamalca is spending hundreds of thousands of dollars to get rid of the mongoose. America’s Mongoose I the Licensed Saloon. The American mongoose is the open licensed saloon. It eats the carpets off the floor, and the clothes from off your back, your money out of the bank, and it eats up character, and it goes on until at last It leaves a stranded wreck in the home, & skeleton of what was once bright- ness and happiness Like a drummer on a railroad traln. There were some men playing cards, and one fellow pulled out & whisky (lask and passed It about, and when it came to the drummer he sald “What," they sald, “have you got on the water wagon?' and they all laughed at him, “You can laugh if you want to" he sald, “but T was born with an appetite for drink and for years I have taken from five to ten glasses per day, but 1 was at home in Chicago not Jong ago, {and I have a friend who has & pawn shop | there. I was In there when in came a | young fellow with ashen cheeks and a | wild look on his face. He came up trem- bling, threw down a little package and said: “Give me 10 cents.”” And what do you think was in that package? It was a pair of baby shoes. My friend said | “'No, I cannot take them.' “‘Glve me a dime, I must have a drink." ‘* ‘No, take them back home, your baby will need them.’ “‘My baby is dead, and 1 want a drink," answered the poor fellow. Boys, I don't blame you for the lump that comes up In your throat, There is no law, divine or human, that the saloon respects. Lincoln sald: f slavery s not wrong, nothing Is wrong { I say if the saloon, with its train of disease, crime and misery is not wrong, then nothing on earth {s wrong. If the fight Is to be won we need men—men that will fight—the chur, Cathollc and Protestant, must fight it or run away, and thank God she will will not run away, but fight to the last ditch, the saloon man or you? Who has the most money Sunday morn- ing; the saloon man or you? Snloon Is Rat Hole for Wag: The saloon comes as near being a rat hole for a wage-earner to dump his wages In as anything you can find. The only Interest it pays Ia red eyes and foul breath, and the loss of your health, You £0 In with money and you come out with empty pockets. You go in with “haracter and -ou come out rulned. u go iIn with a good position and you lose it You lose your position in the bank, or in the cab of the locomotive. And it pays nothing back but discase and dam- nation and gives an extra dividend in de- | Ana then it will let your wife be buried !in the potter's fleld, and your children |go to the asylum, and yet you walk out and say that the saloon {8 a good in- stitution, when it Is the dirtiest thing on earth. It hasn't one leg to stand on |and has nothing to commend it to a de- cent man, not one thing. “But,” you say, “we will regulate it by high llcenses. Regulate what by high license? You might as well try and regulate a powder mill in hell. Do you want to pay taxes in boys or dirty money? A man that will sell out to that dirty business 1 have no use for. Bee how absurd thelr arguments are. It you drink Bourbon In a saloon that pays $1,000 a year license, will it eat your stomach less than it you drink it |in a saloon that pays 3500 license? Is| it going to have any different effect on you, whether the gang pays §50 or §1,0n Who works the hardest for his money, | lirium tremens and a free pass to hell. | is prosperity agamst poverty, sobriety against drunkenness, honesty against g for Boose. thieving, heaven against hell. Don't you| ot BUSEL past year the fncome of want to see men sober? Brutal, stag-|n, ypiteq States government, and the gering men transformed into respectable | jpjes and towns and counties from the citisens? whisky business, was $330,000,000. That is 'Wurkllv.-rl Spent $32,200,000,000 “No,” sald a saloonkeeper, “'to hell Wilh‘pu"".‘ it Uberally. You say that's a lot | lcense? :;w;:y elghteen new school teachers for| No. It will make no difference whether o 1:.x:::|‘.‘:‘nbf:w“" the ages of 12| you drink it over a mahogany counter or Bl b..“.u.a llh ever gone to school be- | pine counter—it will have the same effect ey had to help a drunken |on you; it will damn you. So there is no father support the family. And now they | use talking about it. | have just set aside ,.x,000 to build a new| In some insane asylums, do you know men. We are interested in our busines: we have no interest in humanity.” All Amree Saloons Dezxrading. After all is sald that can he said upon the liquor traffic, its influence is degrad- ing upon the individual, the family, poli- tics and business, and upon everything' that you touch in this old world. For the time has long gone by when there is any ground for arguments of its Il ef- fects. All are agreed on that point. ‘There is just one prime reason why the saloon has not been knocked into hell, and that is the false statement, “That the saloons are needed to help lighten the taxes ‘The saloon business has never pald, and It has cost fifty times more for the saloon than the revenue derived! from it. I challenge you to show me where the saloon has ever helped business, educa- tion, church morals or anything we hold dear. You listen today, and If I can't peel the bark off that dammable fallacy, I will pack my trunk and leave. I say that is the biggest lle ever belched out. The wholesale and retail trade in lowa pays every year at least $500,000 in licenses. ‘Then if there were no drawback, it ought to reduce the taxatlon 25 per cent per capit. If the saloon Is necessary to pay the taxes, and if they pay $500,00 in taxes, it ought to reduce them 25 cants a head. But no, the whisky business has increased taxes $1,900,000 instead of reduc- ing them, and I defy any whisky man on Giod's dirt to show one town that has the saloon, where the taxes are lower than where they do not have the saloon. I defy you to show me an instanrce. Listen' Seventy-five per cent of our idiots come from intemperate parents; 50 per cent of the paupers; & per cent of the crime is committed by men under the influence of liquor; % per cent of the adult eriminals are whisky made. The Chicago Tribune kept track for ten years and found that 53,566 murders were com- mitted by men under the influence of liquer. Archbishop Ireland, the famous Roman Catholic of St. Paul, said of social crime today, “That 75 per cent is caused by drink, and 80 per cent of the poverty.” 1 go to a family and it Is broken up, and I say, “What caused this?' Drink! I step up 10 & young man on the scaffold | of money. Well, last year the workin, men spent $2,200,000,000 for drink, and it | cost $1,300,000,00 to care for the judiclal machinery. In other words, the whisky | business cost us last year $3,400,000,00). [ will substract from that the dirty 3350, 000,000 which we got, and it leaves §3,0%, 000,000 in favor of knocking the whisky business out on purely & money basis. And listen! “But,” says the whisky fellow, “we would lose trade; the farmer would not come to town to trade.” Farmers Would Knock Wi Hell. You lie. I am a farmer. I was born and raised on & farm and I have the malodors of the barnyard on me today. Yes, sir. And when you say that, you in- sult the best class of men on God's dirt. Say, when you put up the howl that it ky Into won't trade—say, Mr. Whisky Man, why do you dump money into politics and back the Legislatures into the corner and fight to the last ditch to prevent the en- {actment of county local option? You knew 1f the farmers were given a chance they would knock the whisky business {into hell the first throw out of the box. You are afraid. You have cold feet on the proposition. You are afraid to give the farmer & chance. They are scared to death of you farmers. A tarmer brings to the brewer a bushel of corn. He finds a market for it. He gets 60 cents and goes his way, with the statement of the brewer ringing in his ears that the brewer is the benefactor. But you haven't got all the factors in the problem, Mr. Brewer, and you cannot get A correct solution of & problem without all the factors in the problem. You take, Mr. Brewer, the farmer's bushel of corn, brewer or distiller, and you brew and distil from it four and one-halt gallons of spliits. I don't know how much he dilutes them before he puts them on the market. Only the brewer, the distiller and God knows. The man who drinks it dossn’t, but, If he doesn't dilute 1t at all, he puts on the market four and cne-half gallons of intoxicating | lquor, thirty-stx pints. I am not oing to trace the thirty-six. It will take too long. But I want to trace three of them, and I will give you no imaginary storles plucked from the braim of an excited orator. I will take instances from the judicla! you don't have the saloons the farmers | #chool house, and the bonded indebted- ness was reduced $245,000 last year without the saloon revenue. And don't you know | another thing? In 196, when they had the dircctory, was &, According to the last census the population was 100,835, or an increase of 12 per cent in one year, without the grog shop. In two years the bank deposits increased $3,950,000, You say drive out the saloon and you kill business—Ha! ha! *Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord." I tell you, gentiemen, the American home is the dearest heritage of the peo~ ple, for the people and by the people, and when a man can go from his home in the morning with the kisses of wife and children on his lips, and come back at night with an empty dinner bucket to & happy home, that man is a better man, whether white or black. Whatever takes away the comforts of | home—whatever degrades that man or | woman—whatever tnvades the sanctity ot the home, is the deadliest foe to the | home, to church, to state and school, and the saloon is the deadliest foe to the home, the church and the state, on top of God Almighty's dirt. And If all the combined forces of hell | #hould assemble in conclave, and with them all the men on earth that hate and desplse God, and gpurity, and virtue—if all the scum of the earth could mingle | with the denizens of hell to try to think | of the deadllest institution to home, to church and state, I tell you, sir, the combined hellish intelligence could mot | concelve of or bring fort! an institution that could touch the hem of the garment of the open licensed saloon to damn the | home and manhood, and womanhood and | business and every other good thing on God's earth. In the Island of Jamaica the rats ine creased so that they destroyed the crops, and they Introduced the mongoose, which | 18 & species of the coon. They have three | breeding seasons & year, and there are twelve to fifteen in each brood, and they | are deadly enemies of the rats. The re- sult was that the rats disappeared, and there was nothing more for the mons §oose to feed upon, o they attacked the snakes, and the frogs, and the lizards that fed upon the insects, with the re- sult that the insects Increased and they stripped the gardens, eating up the the saloon, the population, according to | what they do? When they want to test {some patient to see whether he has re: covered hi sreason they have a room with a faucet in it and a cement floor, and they give the patient & mop and tell him | to mop up the tloor. And if he has sens: enough to turn off the faucet and mop up the floor they will parole him, but should he let the faucet run, they know that he | s crazy. Trying to Mop with Water Running, Well, that s what you are trying to do. You are trying to mop it up with taxes, {and insane asylums, and Jails, and cures | and reformatories. The only thing to do /18 to shut off the source of supply. | A man was deliverng a temperance ad- | dress at a fair grounds and a fellow came |up to him ana eald— | "“Are you the fellow that gave a talk |on temperance?” {"yen | “Well, I think that the managers did | a airty plece of business to let you gt !a lecture on temperance. You have hurt my business, and my business is a legal one," ‘You are right there,” sald the lecturer, | “they a1d do & mean trick. I would com- | plain to the officers.”” And he took up & | premium list and sald: “By the way, I see there is & permium of 80 much offered for the best horse, and cow, and butter. | What business are you in? | “I'm in the liquor business.” “Well, 1 don't see that they offer any | premium for your business, You ought Ito go down and compel them to offer a Ipremium for your business, and they | ought to offer on the list 3% for the best wrecked home, $15 for the best bloated !bum that you can show, and 810 for the | tinest specimen of a broken-hearted wife, nd they ought to give 85 for the finest specimen of thieves and gamblers you can trot out. You can bring out the fin- st looking criminals. If you have some- | thing that 1s good trot it out. You ought to come in competition with the farmer with his stock, and the fancy work, and the canned fruit.” Defines Saloon in Many Ways. The saloon is & lar. It promises good |cheer and sends worrow. It promises health and ceuses disease. It promises | prosperity and sends sdversity. It prom- |0 happiness and sends misery. Yes, it sends the husband home with a lie on his lips to his wife; and the boy home with @ lie on his lips to hig mother; and it causes the employe to lie to his em ployer. It degrades. It is God's worst |enemy and the devil's best friend, Seven- Ly-five per nt of impurity comes from the grog shop. It spares nelther youth nor old age. 1t is waiting with a dirty blanket tor the baby to crawl into this world It lies In walt for the unborn | 1t cocks the highwayman's pistol, It puts the rope in the hands of the mob. It is the anarchist of the world and its dirty red flag is dyed with the bicod of women and children, and it sent the bullet through the body of Lincoln; it nerved the arm that went the bullet through Garfleld ang Willlam McKinley. Yes, it s & murderer. Every plot that was ever hatched against our flag and every an archlst plot against the government and law, was born and bred and crawled out of the grog shop to damn this country I tell you that the curse of God Al mighty 18 on the saloon. Leglslatures are legislating against it. Decent socfety s barring it out. The fraternal brotherhoods are knocking It out. The Masona and the Odd Fellows, and the Knights of Pythias and the Ancient Order of United Work- men are closing their doors to the whisky sollers. They don't want yvou wriggilog your carcass in their lodge tell you, the curse of God Is on it. 1t is on the down grade, It is headed for hell, and by the grace of God I am golng to give it a push, with a whoop, for all I know how. Listen to me! I am going to show you how we burn up our money. It costs M cents to make & gallon of whisky: sold over the counter at 10 cents A Elass it will bring #4. “But,” sald the saloonkeeper, “Bill, you | | must figure in the strychnine and the ! cochinenl, and other stuff they put in it, and it will bring nearer §8." | Yes; it increases the heart beat thirty times more in a minute, when you con- wlder the lcorice, and potash, and log: wood angd other polsons that are put in 1 belleve one cause for the unprecedented fncrease of crime is due to the son the stuff nowadays to I am indebted Stuart, for put in go as far as they can. to my friend, George R some of the following points: Who Gets Profit from Whisky? 1 will ahow you how your money Is burned up. gallon of whisky, sold over the counter at 10 cents a glass, which brings $4. Lis- ten, where does it go? Who gets the 2 cents? rye. Who gets the rest? The United States government for collecting rev- | enue, and the big corporations, and part {8 used to pave our streets and pay our police. I'll show you I'm golng to show you how It is burned up, and you don't need half sense to catch on, and it you don't understand just keep still | and nobody will ever kmow the differ- ence. the matter with the country?™ He swells up like a polsoned pup and | says to me, “Bill, why, the silver bug- bear. That's what is the the country. | Say! The total value of the silver | coined in this country in 1907 was $37,696,- | 000, Hear me! In 1907 the total value of the gold produced In this country was $04,722,000, and we dumped ten (imes that much in the whisky hole and didn't fill it. What Is the matter? In 1904 the total value of all the gold and siiver wos 556,000, and we dumped three times that amount in the whisky hole and dlan't ou it What is the matter with the country, Colonel Politics? He swells up and says, | “Mr, Sunday, standpatterism, sir.* You are an old windba says another, | put the trusts on the sldetrack.’ Bay, you come with me to every port of entry. Listen! Last year the total value of all imports was §1,438,000,000, and we dumped that much in the whisky | hole in twelve months, and did not fiil it. “Oh," says a man, “let us court SBouth | America and Europe to sell our products. exporting enough. Say, last year the total value of all the exports was $1,000,000,000, and we dumped year, and did not fill it One time I was down In Washington | and said: where you don't let the general public.” And they took us around on the inside and we walked Into & room about twenty feet long and fifteen wide and as many feet high, and 1 said: “What s this More Goey for Whisky Than Owns. of the national bank stock in the Urfited States."” 1 said, “How much i here?" They sald, *$578,000,000." And we dumped nearly four times the value of the national bank stock in the United States Into the whisky hole last ar, and we didn’'t fill the hole up at that. What is the matter? when the day comes when you will say to that whisky buaine, “You go to hell,” that day the whisky business will but you sit there, you old | 0 to hell, tryman, and you | hands together on the proposition. It would stamp you an old hypocrite and | you know it 150 Miles of Saloons. Say, hold on a little bit, Have you ot a silver dollar? I am going to show you how It is burned up. We have in this country 250,000 saloons, and allow- ing fifty feet frontage for each saloon, it makes a strest from New York to Chicago, and 6,000,000 men, children go daily into the saloons for drink. And marching twenty miles a day it would take thirty days to pass this bullding, and marching five abreast they would reach 600 miles. There they g0, look at them! On January 1 500,000 of the young men of our nation entered the grog-shop and began a public career hellward, and on December 3 I will come back here and summeon you people, and ring the bell and ralse the curtaln and eay to the saloons and breweries: “On January 1 I gave you 500000 of the brain and muscle of our land, and 1 want them back and have come in the name of home, and church and school; father, mother, sister, sweot Kive me back what I gave you. Mar Drunks’ ¥ 3,000 Miles Long. I count, and 165,000 have lost their ap- potites and have become muttering, . wallowing in their own excrement, “What is it I hear, a funeral dirge?’ What is that procession? A funeral procession 3,000 miles long and 110,000 hearses in the procession. One hundred and ten thousand men die drunkards in this land of the free and the home of the brave, In an hour twelve men died drunkards, 90 a day and 11000 & vear. One man will leap in front of & train, another will plunge Into a river, an- other will plunge from the dock into a lake, another will throw his hands to his Yes, sir, 1! | make it It costs 20 cents to make a ness and Joy, The farmer for his corn and | 1 say, “Hey, Colonel Politics, what s | matter with | “revision of the Another man enld, “Free trade: | open the doors at the ports and let|in the United States; them pour the products in and we will That's what {s the matter; wo are not | that amount in the whisky hole in one | terhouse steak and a and went to the United States treasury “I wish you would let me go “This i the vault that contains all head and life will end Another will ory, | “Mother!" and his ilife will go out like A burned match. | 1 stand in front of the jails and count Ithe whisky criminale. They say, “‘Yes, Bl T fired the bullet Yes, | backed |my wite Into & corner and beat her lite wit. 1 am walting for the scatfold; 1 am walting ‘T am walting,” says an sther, “to slip into hell” On, on it goes. 1 hold & silver dollar in my hand. Come , we are going to a saloon. We will into & saloon for a quart. Tt takes 20 cents to make a {kallon of whisky and a dollar to buy a quart. You say to the saloonkeeper | “Give me & quart 1 will show vou, If you wait & minute, {how she is burned up. Here I am John, an old drunken bum with a wife and six Kids. (Thank God, ft's all & lle) | Come on, I will ko down to the saloon dollar. It costs 2 its to make n gallon of whisky, A nickel will make & quart. My dollar will {buy a quart of booze. Who gets the nickel? The farmer, for corn or apples Who gets the 95 cents? The United States government, the big distillers, the blg corporations. 1 am John, & drunken bum, and T will spend my dollar. 1 have workcd a week and got my pay. I go Into a grog shop and throw down my dollar. The saloon- Keeper gets my dollar and I get a quart of booze. Come home with me. 1 stag- ger, and reel and spew into my wife's and throw down my o presence, and she says “Hello, John: what did you bring home?" “A quart.” What will & quart do? my happiness and my 1t will burn up home, and fill my home with squalor and want. So there |1a the dollar. The saloonkeeper has ft. Here fs my quart, I have that. Thero you get the whisky end of tt. Hers you ot the workingman's home end of the ‘Mhu‘x\ | What Dollar Pair of Shoes Wil Do. But come on: T will go to a store and 'spend the dollar for a pair of shoes. 1 | want them for my mson, and he puts them |on his feet, and with the shoes to protect his feet he goes out and earns another dollar, and my dollar becomes a silyer thread in the woof and warp of happi- and the man that owns the buflding gots some, and the elerk that mold the shoes gets some, and the merchant and the traveling man the wholesale house gets some, and the factory, and the man that made the shoes, and the man that tanned the hide, and the butcher that boughg the calf, and the farmer that raised the calf, and {the Iittle colored fellow that shined the |#hoes, and my dollar spread ftself and money. 1 join the Booster elub for business and prosperity. A man said: “I will tell you what is the matter with the ocountry; it's overproduction.’ “You He; it is underconsumotion." Say, wife, the bread that ought to be In your stomach to satisfy the cravings {of hunger, ts down yonder in the grocery store, and your husband hasn't money enough to carry it home. The meat that |ought to satlsfy your hunger hangs in the butcher shop. Your husband hasn't money to buy it. The cloth for a dress is lying on a shelf In the store, but your husband hasnt the money to buy it. The whisky gang has the money. What fs the matter with our country? IT would like to do this: T would like to see every booze fighter get on the water wagon. T would like to summon all the drunkards in America and say: “Toys let's cut her out and spend the money for flour, meat and calico; what do you say?" Say! $600,000,000 will buy Al the flour $500,0000,000 will buy all the beef cattle, and $500,000,000 will buy all the cotton at 360 a bale, But we dumped more money than that in the whisky hole last year, and didn't fill it. Come on; I'm going to line up the drunkards. Everybody fall in. Come on, ready, forward, march, right, left, there I come with all the drunk- ards. We will line up in front of a butcher shop. The butcher says: *‘What do you want, a plece of neck “No; how much do I owe you? $3. ! ttere's your dough. Now give me a por- irloin roast “Where did you met all that money? “Went to hear Bill and climbed on the water wagon.” “Hello! What do you want?" “'Beefsteak."” What do you want? “Beefsteak." We empty the shop and the butcher runs to the telephone. ‘‘Hey, central, give me the slaughter house. Have you | got any beef, any pork, and mutton?’ and spend that dollar | and | nobody is made worse for spending the | h to buy cotton, and they tell their salesmen to buy cotton, and the cotton plantation man sees cotton jump up to $150 a bale. What Is the matter? Your children are going naked and the whisky gang has your money. That's what's the matter with you. Don't listen to those old whisky-soaked politictans who sy, Stand-pat on the saloon. e u Drunkard, He Now Home, Come with me. Now, remember, we have the whole bunch of boose fighters on the water wagon, and I'm going home now. Over here [ was John, the drunken bum. The whisky gang got my dollar and I got & quart. Over here 1 am John on the water wagon. The merchant got my dollar and I have his meat, flour and calico, and I'm going home now. “Be it ever o humble, there's no place ikt home without booze.” Wife comes out and says fello, John, what have you got?" Two porterhouse steaks, Sally.” “What's that bundle, pa? Cloth to make you A new dress, sis | Your mother has fixed your old one so often it looks like a crasy quilt.” | *“And what have you there?" “That's a pair of shoes for you, Tom and here is some cloth to make you 'm pair of panta. Your mother has patched the old ones so often they look lke o map of the United States.” What's the matter with the country? We have been dumping the money Into the whisky hole that ought to have been spent for flour, beef and calico, and we | haven't that hole filled up yet | A man comes | you a drunkard « ays for “Are “1 am going to hell.” “Why . “Because the Good Book says: “Nc | drunkard shall inherit the kingdom of | God." #0 1 am going to hell." ! Another man comes along and I sa: Are you a church member “Yes, I am a church member.” Where are you going?" “I am going to heaven.' “Did you vote for the saloon™ “Yes. ““Then you should go to hell.” Bay, If the man that drinks the whisky goes to hell, the man that votes for the saloon that sold the whisky to him will K0 to hell, If the man that drinks the whisky goe: to hell, ana the man that sold the whisky to the man that drank it goes to heaven then that poor drunkard will have the | right to stand on the brink of eternal | damnation and put his arms around the plllar of justice, shake his fist In the face of the Almighty and say: “Unjust! Un. Just!™ If you vote for the dirty busines: | you ought to go to hell as sure as you {live, and I would like to fire the fur nace while you are there. Seme fellow Auys: Drive Out Saloon, Empty the Jalls “Drive the saloon out and the bulld ings will be empty.” Which would you rather have, empty bulldings, or empty Julls, penitentiaries and insane asylums! You drink the stuff and what have you to say? You that vote for it, and yor that sell 1t? Look at them painted on the canvas of your recollection. What is the matter with this grand olc country of ours? I heard my friend George Stuart, tell how he Imagined tha he walked up to a miil and said: “Hello, there, what kind of & mill ar¢ you?" A sawmill" nd what do you make?" “We make boards out of logs." “Is the finished product worth mon than the raw material?” “Yes." “We will make laws for you. We mus have lumber for houses." He goes up to another mill and says. “Hey, what kind of & mill are you?" A grist mill." “What do you make?" “Flour and meal out of wheat anc corn.” “Is the finished product worth mor« than the raw material?" “Yeu ""Then come om 'We will make laws fo you. We will protect you." He goes up to another mill and says: ““What kind of a mill are you?” “A paper milL" “What do you make paper out of?"” “Straw and rags.” “Well, we will make laws for you. Wi must have paper on which to write note: and mortgage: Boys Are Grist of the Rum Mill, He goes up to another mill and says: then telephone to Swift, and Armour, and Nelson Morris and Cudahy, to send down train loads of beefsteaks, They strip the slaughter houses and ey, what kind of & mill are you?" gin milL" “1 don't llke the looks nor the smel of you. A gin mill; what do you make Getting Whater Wagon Mea, What kind of a mill are you?" “What's the matter?" “A gin mill, “The whole bunch has gotten on the ‘Whenever the day comes that all the Catholic and Protestant churches—just | whisky-voting elder and deacon and ves- | with America. wouldn't strike your | nes women and | water Wago! And Swift and the other big packers in Chicago say to their salesmen: beef, pork and mutton. The farmer see the price of cattle and | #heep jump three times thelr value, Let me take the money you dump into the whisky hole and buy beefsteaks with it. 1 will show you what is the matter I think tne liquor busi- i the dirtiest, rotrenest business thiy side of hell. Come on, are you ready? Fall in! We line up In front of a grocery store “What do you want?" “Why, 1 want flour.” “What do you want?’ “¥our."” “What do you want? Bleepy Eyer " “Yes; ship in train loads of flour; send ! on the fast mail schedule, with an engine {in front, one behind and a Mogul In the | miadie. “What's the matter?’ “Why, the workingmen have stopped spending thelr money for booze and have begun to buy flour.” Vhisky Men H The big mills tell wheat and the jump to over $2 per bushel. | matter with the country? Why, the whisky gang has your money and you have an emtpy stomach, and yet you will | walk up and vote for the dirty business. | Come on, cut out the booze, boys. Get on the water wagon; get on for the sake of your wife and bables, and hit the e Your Money. thelr men to buy W out.” | hooze & blow, | Come on, ready, forward, march! Right, |left, halt! We are in front of a dry goods store. “What do you want?" “Calico.” “What do you want?" “Calleo, What do you want?®™ “Calico.” “Calico; all right, come on. “The stores are stripped. “Hey, Wanamaker, Strawbridge & | Clothier, Gimbels', Lit's, send down cal- !4co. The whole bunch has voted out the saloons and we have such a demand for calico we don't know what to do. “And the blg stores telegraph to Fall | River to ship calico, and the factories tel- “Buy farmers see the price| What's the! “What s your raw material (" “The boys of America.” The gin mills of this country must have 2,000,000 boys or shut up shop. Bay, walk down your streets, count the homes, and every fifth home has to furnisu a boy for @ drunkard. Have you furnishe yours? No. Then I have to furnish tw« to make up. “What Is your raw material?’ “American boys." “Then I will pick the boys up and giv: them to you." “Hold om, not that box Then I will say to you what a saloon | keeper sald to me when I protested: * aui not interested in boys; to hell wit) your boys." “Say, saloon gin mill, what s you finished product “Bleary-eyed, low-down, staggerins | men and the scum of God's dirt, thal have gone to the mat and taken the count.” Go to the jalls, go to the insane asy | lums and the penitentiaries, and the homes for feeble-minded. There you will | fina the finished product for their dirty business. 1 tell you it I the worst busl- ness this side of hell, and you know it | What is your raw material, saloons’ Say, I would mot give {one boy for all the distilleries and sa {loons this side of hell. And they have [to have 2,000,000 boys every generation And then you tell me you are a man when you will vote for an institutior lke that. What do you want to da pay taxes in money or in boys? The Lesson of the Ratticanakes, 1 feel like an old fellow in Tennessee who made his living by catching rattie- snekes. He caught one with fourteen rattles and put it in & box with & glas: top. One day when he was sawing wooc his little 5-year-old boy, Jim, took the lid oft and the rattler wriggled out and struck him in the cheek. He ran to his father and said: “The rattier has bit me.” The father ran and chopped the rattler to pleces, and with his jack knife, he cut a chunk from the boy's | American boys. cheek and then sucked and sucked a! the wound to draw out the pelson. M