The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-15
ENSLAVED BY GOLD.
GLIMPSE OF THE LIFE OF A MAN
OF THE PERIOD IN 1898.

Humanity Rendered Helpless and
Let hsrgic by Indulgence in the
Craze for Gold Cockteils-Happy
Discovery Of an Ancient Panacea for
Human Ills.
From the Chicago Herald.
Riding from San FRANCISCO to Chicago In
one Of those stuhy and poorly lighted I'M
derground pneumatic trains 10 not to my
liking, even when l am in the best Of
health; but when afflicted as ! have been
the past fortnight with a nervousness
which is positively maddeninR such trip
as l have Just made always leaves me a
physical and mental wreck. To be sure,
the train ran at great speed-something
like 200 miles an hour and there were no
mishaps on the way. But the dust and the
boorish company OF some Of the passengers
in the compartment, together with my al
ready unstrung nerves, made me wish
had taken the airship. which although
much slower, manages to escape the dirt
and roar of the underground pneumatic
system, and is patronized by fellows Of my
habits and temperament.
PALLKD WITH PLEASURE.
may say, parenthetically that am "a,
years # age, being Torn on Wednesday,
1859. l was as sturdy q youngster as one
could wish to Lee until had passed my 90 tn
birthday. Then began to lead a
fest life. ! craved adventure and excite
ment like the rest OF nay companions, but
my tastes as we'll as those of whom | speak
were never gratlfsd. A trip to Europe in
the brilliantly lighted vestibuled airship
gave me no amusement. There was no
pleasure for me 10 the fortnightly excar-
sion Of the submarine oat. and as for balls
and partisS--W by stood around at them like
an inenimate object, laughing. perhaps,
in perfunctory way or talking mechani>
cally when the conversation demanded some
sort OF utterancs from me. And what say
Of myself was equally true of my friends.
l am victim OF the gold habit. am a
slave TO the stuff. keep bottle Of it In my
room all the time, aud with this hypo-
dermic syringe, which / carry in NV vest
pocket like lead pencil. have punctured
myself until my body looks more ike g
piece Of trips than anything can now re-
cal. And why am | a victim OF this habita
why do | wake up at night and inject the
stuff iuto my right forearm and then place
the syringe and bottle under my pillowa
And why do not assent and bare my neck
at g banquet table when asked by the
waiter If desired a shot before the entrees
are served! Simply because am slave to
the habit. But am | more fortunate than
my comradesi Not whit Have not seen
them lab themselves with their syringes
and stand like blockheods for an hour after
wards Aud have ] not stood In public
places in this same peraiytic condition after
a nights visit to the Goldtn Eagle or the
Golden Crownl All this lie strange. Hero
am in the prime of manhood, and yet little
mors than Lansing. whom the undertakers
took TO the grave last Monday.
CURSED BY THE GOLD HABIT
The world is cursed by the stuff. Up
street and down street there are nothi
but shops where men enter and fling their
bare ms upon the counter for the incision
OF the syringe. injections for quarter
is a cheap price, but what OF the effect on the
world; If this crsze is 10 spread the men Of
my country and Of them / speak will stand
Ike the pillars OF Thebes-lusepsate
specific aud crumbling. Tho effect OF
this brew and | speak for myself ia to
deaden els sense of grief and happiness.
see no meTriment in the world, for am
slave. This is true Of my comrades Neither
do beheId any grief, for the cocktail |
have just sent streaming close to the axil-
larry artery Of my right arm-pit freezes my
heart and brain. Ana from my window /
see -ome of my friends staring blankly into
the street. each of en- deacened by bull.
hon sour Or placer fzz
FEARFUL CRAZE
This craze is fearful IL threatens the
destruction u the country. Already they
are building institutions for those slaves
who stand out OF doors 10 their helpless