The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1884-03-20

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able and truthful articles about crime
and criminals, and alleged courts of
justice, taken from the Cincinnati
Commercial. Now that paper is again
calling temperance people cranks, fa-
natics, idiots, &C., and praising that
attempted damnable fraud, the Scott
law.
The McConnellsville Herald copies
one of the Commercials articles about
the courts, and thus truthfully'. COM
ments:
The Cincinnati Commercial thus
wildly and truthfully portrays the
deplorable depths to which the courts
of justice in that rum-cursed city
have fallen. Yet it has neither the
honesty, nor the courage to strike, or
even hint at, the root of these evils.
Whisky, beer, beer, whisky, is either
directly or indirectly at the bottom of
the whole poisonous rotten mass they
call their municipal government. It
rules the conventions, dictates nomi-
nations, and shapes legislation, and
in accordance with its own interests,
executes the la#s.~ It controls the
press, and restraints the pulpit. The
old Gazette alone, dared to lift up it's
voice in defense Of law and order, and
to denounce, as criminal, the usurpa-
tlons of the rum power, and it was
throttled. The rum interests not on
ly withdrew patronage and support,
but by system of boycotting, COM
PEELED almost all other business inter-
ests to follow in their train. The Ga
zette was swallowed by the CONNER
cial, and since that consolidation (?)
the Commercial has not said one
word, not syllable, against the rum
traffic on moral grounds. It has sneer-
ed at any and every effort at legisla-
ton that has not recognized the re-
spectability and legitimate nature of
the traffic. Any effort at bringing
before the people the evils growing
out of the rum traffic, has been flip
PANTY dubbed as apple-butter fanati-
cism." Any effort to enforce the laws
against rum-selling has been styled an
interference with the personal rights
and liberties of the citizen. The rum
sellers and their allies, the guzzlers,
may make Sunday hideous with their
orgies, make the streets Sunday nights
like brothel, and poison the very air
with their drunken blasphemy and
obscenity, yet no word of reproof ev-
er sees the light through the Com
mercial, and if any one attempts to
correct these fearful evils, to restrain
this unbridled licentiousness that so
frequently ends in murder, they are
called by this great newspaper" as it
so frequently styles itself, "utopian," :"
"puritanical," ''fanatical." A beer
saloon at every hand, dealing out day
and night, every day in the week, all
sorts Of intoxicating liquors unre-
strained is the root Of the deplorable
condition into which the courts of
justice have degenerated. No man
opposed to the rum interests, on prin-
ciple, can be elected to any Office in
the city, if his opposition is either
known, or active. No public journal
can live if it dares trace to its proper
source the fruitful cause of the carni-
val Of crime that curses the city. To
cry out against the courts is shallow
mockery, so long as the power that
makes and controls them is petted and
pampered. The rum interests control
every instrumentality that might be-
come potent for reform. In dealing
with the liquor business in Cincinnati
with the pulpit and the press, Right
and Wrong seem to be vague and
meaningless terms. A law is enacted
looking toward the suppression of
this embodied wickedness on the Sab
bath, and a great (?) journal SCOTS.
and enthrones Gambrinus as King.
Why? Because the law was wrong?
No. Because it was unpopular with
the brewers. They are making beer.
They want customers. No matter if
the Sabbath is desecrated; no matter
if children go hungry because the ia
ther spends his money to crafty an
Unsuitable and debasing appetite; no
matter if thereby red-handed murder
stalks unpunished through the streets;
no matter if the prayers and songs of
praise that ascend from the churches
are Knocked by the drunken blasphe-
my of jewellers; no matter what evils
result, these brewers want customers,
and the Commercial subsequently
heeds their wants, and puppet-like, de-
nounces the law that it knows to be
right, as 'puritanical," Oppressive"
''fanatical." Is it any wonder you
are reaping harvest of crime? Is it
any wonder that your courts are de-
bauched? Is it any wonder that your
red-handed criminals are not only un-
punished, but hold places of trust and
honor? Where is the restraining
power? Crime is popular; wicked
ness and license are respectable. This
is necessary for the greatest profit to
the brewers-the drunkard makers.
Unless there is some wholesome re-
straint, unless the best elements of
society unite in crushing the power
that controls, the harvest of murder
has just begun; the carnival of licen-
tiousness is but in the horizon.