Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1850-08-10
TEMPERANCE ANECDoTE,

The Rev. T. P. Hunt, the Temperance
lecturer, tells the following story:
A small temperance society has been start
ed in community very much under the CON,
troll Of rich distiler, commonly called "Diil
Myers" This man had several sons VINO
had become drunkards on the faciii'ies
afforded by their education at home' Inc
whole family was arrayed against the move
meut, and threatened to break up any meet
ing called 10 promote the object. Learning
this, Mr.. Hunt went to neighboring district
for temperance volunteers for that particular
occasion. He then gave out word for
meeting, and at the time found his friends
and enemies about equal in numbers. This
fact prevented any outbreak, but could not
prevent noise.
Mr.. Hunt mounted his platform, and by a
few sharp anecdotes and witty sayings, soon
silenced all noise except the sturdy "Bill
Myers"-the old Dutchman crying out,
"Mishter Hunt, money makes the mare CO."
To every shot which seemed ready to de-
molish him, the old fellow presented the one
shield, "Mishter Hunt, money makes the
mare CO."
At last Mr.. Hunt stopped and addressed
the imperturabe German: "Look here, Bill
Myers, you say that money makes the mare
60, do you!''
ayes, dat ish just what say, Mishter
Hunt"
Well, Bill Myers, you own and work a dis
,illery, don't you? ?' inquired Mr.. Hunt.
"Dat is none of your business, Mishter
Hunt. But, den, sh not ashamed of it, I
has got a STILL and work it, too"
"And you say, "Money makes the mare
60; do you mean that have come here TO
get the money of these people 2"
ayes, Msh,er Hunt, dat ish just what |
mean."
avery well; you work distillery TO make
money, and lecture on temperance to make
money, and as you say, money makes the
marc co. Bill Myers, bring out your mare,
and I'll bring out mine, and we'll show them
together"
By this time the whole assembly was in a
litter of delight, and even Myers followers
could not repress their merriment at the evil
dent embarrassment of their oracle. In the
meantime, we must premise that Mr. Hunt
knew a large number of the drunkards pre-
sent, and among them the sons of Myers
himself.
"Bill Myers, who is that holding himself
up by that tree!" inquired Mr.. Hunt, point
ing to young man so drunk that he could
not stand alone.
The old man started, as if stung by an ad-
der, but was obliged to reply: "Dat sh my
son but what of dat, Mishter Hunt ?n
''Good deal of that, Bill Myers; for guess
that son has been riding your mare, and got
thro,rn toop'
Here there was a perfect roar from all
parts of the assembly, and, as soon as order
was restored, Mr. Hunt proceeded, as he
pointed TO another son
"Bill Myers, who is that staggering abou,
as if his legs were as weak as potato vines
after frost ?"
"Well, suppose dat ish my son, too," re.
piled the old man, with a crest-falen look.
''He has been riding your mare, too, and
got a tumble"
At this point the old man put up bott
hands in most imploring manner, and ex.
claimed: "Now Mishter Hunt, if you won'
say any more, will be still"
This announcement was received with q
roar of applause and laughter, and from thai
moment MI Hunt had all the ground to him
self.