The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1883-07-05
What They Arc Doing.
CHAPTER |.

Since certain class of pol ticians show
a disposition to court the influence of the
doggery-keepers, it might be well for
thinking men to inquire as to what the
doggery-keeper is doing for the commu-
nifty in which he lives, and of how much
value he is to society.
In the town of Jackson there are six
teen of these Devils Agents, and every
day of the life of each of them is spent as
an enemy to the public peace, an enemy
to society, an enemy to humanity, an enc
my to God. Not a cent does any one of
them take into his till that he is honestly
entitled to in moral sense-not a cent
but what he feels mean in taking. His
prosperity must come from the misery of
others, and in the desperation of his
meanness he would see the last morsel of
food and the last stitch of clothing taken
away from the starving and freezing
child Of his victim, in order that he might
drop the much coveted dime or half-dime
into his till. He knows the full extent
of his own meanness, hence he frosts his
front windows, puts up screens, and does
most of his horrible business after night.
Let us take a specimen of his work.
Away out in the southwest part of town
lives a mechanic This mechanic, al
though a good workman, contracted the
habit of taking an occasional dram, and
sometimes would become slightly intoXi-
Gated. When in this condition, he would
pretend to be sick, and his good wife
would do all in her power to alleviate his
suffering supposing him to be really sick.
The occasional dram was kept up, and
some two or three weeks ago we saw the
Marshal escorting him home, and he was
fearfully drunk. The sick dodge could
not be played on that night. The Marshal
thought he was doing kindness in TAX
ing him home to his family, but he ought
to have been placed under lock and key.
After the officer had left him. and he was
alone with his family he was seized with
the rage of delirium tremens, and the
neighbors had to be aroused.
Then it was that the awful, crushing
realization that the father was drunk
ard, dawned upon the innocent children,
and their sorrow, as the horrible truth
manifested itself, was piteous and heart
rending. The money that made this man
drunk belonged to his family, yet some
greasy, nasty, stinking doggery-keeper
raked it in without thinking or caring
about those to whom it rightfully be-
| longed.
Another mechanic, further up town,
and engaged in the same business, bless
ed with an excellent business prospect,
with a splendid family, and hosts of
friends, is making still more rapid strides
than the man before mentioned. But a
few weeks ago he was a man of fine
appearance, and we knew him as mem
ber of class in one of our Sabbath
Schools. To-day his face presents the
hideous appearance of the confirmed
drunkard. His family are dependent
upon him for support, yet they see his
entire stock of earthly goods passing rap
idly into the hands of the bloated, rotten
doggery-keepers.
We know another mana professional
man. No man in the community had q
brighter prospect. Blessed by positions
of trust, and by hosts of admiring friends
and possessing fine natural ability, he
bade fair to become one of prominent
men of his generation. Yet the doggery-
keeper got in his work, and to-day this
man-as good-hearted a fellow as ever
lived-is an absolute wreck, lost, possibly
forever. And the doggery-keeper chuck
les to himself as he views the property
bought with this mans money.
And thus we might go on, repeating the
story in other cases-but not this time
You may take the best doggery-keeper tC
be found, analyze his life, and you will
utterly fail to find anything showing that
he has been benefit to the community in
which he lives. Is this the class of cattle
we should court in the political field? Is
it not the sacred duty of every respectable
man to vote to wipe out this accursed
crime? Is it not time that men were wax
ing up to sense of duty in this matter
The danger signal is flying in front Of
every doggery. The horrible, green screen
is suggestive of the green grass that is
soon to cover the drunken victim of the
den, even as the screen covers him from
the gaze of the outside world while he i:
buying the poison that kills him. Let al
good people rally at the polls and VOTE
for Prohibition, and thus strike one Wig
orously blow for God and the right.