Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-07-31

He says, 81 won't get out have paid
81 500 for a license to carry smallpox
in this city. pay tie highest license
OF anybody in The, State" Nice thing
amt it, when. there's one fellow in
Missouri can pay 100000 for the privi-
lege OF doing any killing he wants and
just going round shouting, "Don't stop
me, am killing men, l know, but
pay license for it--pay license to kill
anybody want to-" How would you
like that? And l tell you another thing:
/ would rather man would kill
my boy with pistol, or give him the
smallpox, than take whiskey and give
him to drink. | would say to the bar
keeper: "Afr. Barkeeper, il my little
Paul comes down TO your bar-room and
begs you for drink of whiskey, don t
you give him, whiskey, but take out
your big Ratchet and lay his mead on a
block and chop his head off; but don't
you give him any whiskey. You can
cut my little boys head of, and his
sweet soul will go to heaven to live for
ever; but if you take that whiskey and
debauch him, you damn him, soul and
body, in hell forever"
But who is to blome? Let me tell
you. Every citizen OF Missouri is re-
sponsible for every bar-room in this
State until every one OF us have done
our level best to pray them out and
vote them out and move them out. |
am responsible for every bar-room up
to the measure of my ability to put
them out, and no further. How far
have you gone? Now, fight these
liquor men straightout. | don't fight
them as men, but ] fight them as liquor
dealers-understrnd me, as liquor deal
ers, and down in my State we have il
pretty warm some times. The liquor
dealers down there said" Jones is to hard
on us. He says too hard thing" J.
said, eyes, here are you liquor men
selling liquor that will butcher my ia.
Their and butcher my children, and
butcher my neighbor, in cold blood,
and would kill me with your whiskey
as you have killed hundreds of others,
and we can't say word nor reflect on
your traffic at all, without you getting
up and recounting your grievances and
saying we talk hard things about you"
That reminds me OF the fellow going
along in front of farm house with a
ptchfork on his shoulder; walking
along quietly, and a great vicious dog
jumped out over the fence and took
after the fellow, and the fellow just pull
led the fork off his shoulder and stuck
it right down through the dog and pin
ned him to the ground. And the owner
jumped over the fence and, said he,
"What did you stick my dog for?" The
fellow says: "What did your dog come
over the fence after me forY' And the
owner says: "Why didn you hit him
with the other endi'' And the fellow
asked back: "Why didn't your dog
come at me with his other end?" And
until these bar-rooms change ends I'm
going to stick the pitchiork at them
every time they come at me. / want
that understood.
When | was over there in Baltimore
preaching, few weeks ago, the labor
ing men, $1,000 strong, Knights OF La
Dor, marched through the streets OF
Baltimore in solid phalanx. Some OF
these poor fellows really felt sorry Tor.
They had their toes out of their shoes;
they had on coats with their elbows out.
Some OF these poor fellows didn't have
cap or hat They were marching along
$4,000 strong, and said: Every man
on those horses is a wholesale liquor
dealer or bar-keeper. saw the poor
laboring men, some bare footed, walk
ing along, and the liquor dealers on
horseback marshaling the whole crowd.
Then l said eff you Knights of La
Dor will adopt prohibition-eternal
prohibiton-plank in your platform,
| will die by you, Knight of Labor, but
if you are going to be marshaled by the
liquor men, | would not wipe my feet
on you. | wouldn't" Here you have
communism. You have got comonism
and you have got anarchism in this
country enough to burn itup. And. /
want to tell you, you can't run com
munism without mean whiskey behind
it. You can't do it. Look here in
Fort Worth, Texas. When the riot
broke out among those laboring men
the Mayor of that town-the most sem
sible man in the whole strike--issued
his proclamation closing up every bar
room in the town. They shut up those
bar-rooms and in twenty-four hours all
the riot was over and everything got
perfectly quiet. Did you notice that?"
/ have nothing but love towards all
mankind, but / believe the meanest
man in this world, and the biggest fool
in this world is the man that drinks
whiskey. I say this. You say: "Mr.
So-and-so is clever, good man; it's a
pity he drinks" Let me tell you, a
man that will break his wife's heart and
beggar his children and ruin his home
If he is a clever man, God save me
from being clever man. You are the
lowest down. meanest skunk that wal KS
Godalmighty's earth.
A BIT OF ADVICE.
The next man who looks you in the
face, and tells you you are clever man,
and that it's pity you drink, you tell
hin, ha l;oS IVA x,o,,r fooa ord thor, COW .