The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1884-06-27
POOR IOWA.
How Prohibition is Goina to Ruin It.

1t all comes to me like revelation-how
your beautiful state is to be ruined by prohi-
bition. l beg of you to let me lift my warning
voice and let me try to convince you of your
error before it is too late. There is time yet
to save your state from the foul destroyer
temperance.
Hear me, Now suppose you prohibit the
sale of whiskey, and the other states have to
drink the entire product, where will it leave
your fair state? Take one thousand bushels
of Iowa corn, and watch it's progress under
the soul-saving regime of intemperance :
This corn is sold for fifty cents bushel to
the distiller; the state gets $500 for it the
distiller makes this thousand bushels of corn
into 1000 gallons of whiskey-beautiful
health giving whiskey. If he is a Des Moines
distiller, he pays 81, 900 revenue tax on it to
the government, or to the other states; this
81, 900 goes out of the state. Then this 900
gallons of whiskey is diluted and sold to the
people for IS, 600 What beautiful idea
How lovely for the farmer to sell his thousand
bushels of wheat for $500 and buy it back for
IS, 000 Then, without prohibition, the hap
Ply farmers all go to work to drink up these
1000 gallons of whiskey What beautiful
sight, | can even now see the happy farm
ers as they come home at night and stagger
in upon their happy wives. I can see them
put beautiful mortgages on their farms; l can
see them whip their horses and children and
make them SO happy. Some of them go to
beautiful jails-some sleep in picturesque sta
ton houses instead of those miserable feather
beds in comfortable homes. Then when the
1000 gallons of whiskey is ali drank up, and the
Sd, 600 revenue tax on it has all gone out of
the state of Iowa, and the farmers have paid
out IS, 900 for what they sold for $500
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prohibition
Now see the dreadful picture of prohibi-
ton The Iowa farmer sells his 200 bushels
of corn for $500; with this money he silly
goes, with the devil in his eye, and lifts the
mortgage off his farm; then the infamous
scoundrel goes and buys dress for his wife.
Not content with all this he adds to his in
fanny by subscribing for newspapers. Once
sunk in infamy he goes down and down until
finally he takes pew in church, and sends
yes, the devil sends his boy away to college !
And with prohibition in Iowa, where is
that corn? Why it has gone over to Illinois.
Lucky Illinois has paid that $1,000 revenue
on it, and her citizens-her lucky citizens are
drinking it up. And when this is done, while
the foolish Iowa farmer is sunk SO low as to
ride around in a carriage, and his shameless
wife is wearing a sealskin sacque, the happy
IluuOlS FARMER Is putting d DeautIuI mort
gage on his farm. His boys are not wasting
their time in school houses, like wicked Iowa
boys; they are improving their minds in sa-
looms in the happiest condition of drunken
ness they are slumbering in the warm, coy
cutters, or their too happy parents are bailing
them out of jail.
I have drawn these two pictures; I have
shown you how your state, without this devil
ish prohibition, will go to glory [ have
shown you how, without prohibition, your
farmers will end their days in lovely poor
houses; 1 have shown you how, with temper
ance, your poorhouses will become bankrupt
and your jails empty have shown you how,
with temperance your women will become SO
Infamous as to buy pianos, paint their homes
white, send their children to college, and do
all those infamous things.
Now, which will you choose? Think of
two hundred bankrupt poorhouses in your
state, and then decide-ELI PERKINS, IN
Shelly County Republican.
Dated IN a Missouri saloon.