The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1874-04-09
The Crusade in Berlin.
BERLIN, April 2, 1874

BERLIN, April 2, 1874.
To the Editor of the Standard:
The ladies of Berlin and vicinity are
still interviewing our old friend Judge
McKeever, with fair show of success.
The old gentleman, with all his native
shrewdness has made one serious blunder
He imagines all those that object to his
present calling, are his enemies, while a
few, who from motives purely selfish, or
controlled by appetite, or natural cussed-
ness, still stand by him, are friends in
whom he is well pleased While all
good citizens regret his decided stand,
so huftful to his own interests and fair
fame, they are compelled to admire his
kind and courteous bearing to his fair
besiegers. "Ah Sin" the Heather
Chinee, never showed a smile more
'childlike and bland" than that with
which the Judge welcomes the crusaders;
but smiles and soothing discourses have
been their only reward, thus far. We
are proud to bear witness to the genuine
manliness and civility, exhibited by the
most bitter opponents to this women S
movement Thus far in our township,
even the trif1ing exceptions have doubt
less been more the result of verdancy, or
rusticity, than of territorial rudeness
Y You will observe men of real courage,
that have faced death on a score of bat
tlefields, quail, and turn back rather
than face the frail guard at the door of
the saloon, while some freckled, cross
eyed chivalrous pumpkin, of seventeen
summers, vino would cheerfullv walk an
extra half mile after dark to avoid rural
graveyard, will boldly walk in, with an
indescribable mixture of tea-greenness
braggadocio on his vealy countenance
Such is life. A few older heroes inspired
by the success of their speckled juniors,
have performed the perilous feat, and
have come out with no visible marks of
the ladies displeasure upon them Per-
haps poor old John Levi, if very dry,
could do as much. Some men having le-
gitimate business with Mr.. McKeever,
go in by the ladies, with such beg-your-
pardon, God forgive me, air as to be ex-
ceedingly funny to the lockers on. Per-
NIT me to say few words in conclusion
for the fair actresses, or real heroines in
the anomalous contest. Many of them
in feeble health all of them unused to
exposure, either to the elements, or rude
gaze of those whom idle curiosity brings
around, them; they have maintained
their comfortless position for weeks, with
an unwearied faith and patience above
eulogy or praise. One can almost wish
He were Cne proprietor OF WHISKY SnOp,
that he might gladden. their hearts and
reward their unselfish devotion, by an
unconditional surrender We firmly be-
lieve this kind hearted old man will at
last shake off his few officious, and over
Jealous guardians, and listen to real
friends that have no little pecuniary in
terest in the matter and abandon a call
ing equally condemned by his head and
heart. If he does not. Crock of Ages"
and Jesus Loves Me-" will be very
familiar 20 his ears this summer. No
power save the Infinite One can swerve
a woman when she thinks she is right,
and every married man will bear me out
in the assertion that it is no holiday
task, when the right is not SO clear if
she happens to get her head set. And
now let every man do his duty, also feed
the chickens, pail the cows, and mind
the babies and in after years redeemed
race shall say of those dear children,
blessed are your mothers and blessed
are the paps that gave you suck.
A. A. AUSTIN.