The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1895-09-19
WHISkEY DRINKING.
Sam Jones Hits the Liquor Traffic
Some Hard Blows.

Some Hard Blows.
In one of his recent sermons in Win
ston Sam Jones spoke Of the sin Of in
temperance We make a few extracts
as taken from the Daily SentneE}
The sentiment against whiskey in this
town is mighty low down.
| have got you on your feet again, you
old, lazy yaller dog, who votes for whls-
key. The barkeeper is a gentleman,
Christian and scholar by the side OF you.
Let me tell you, | am now what |
have always been-cOnsOlidated, concen-
trated, uncOmprOmlsing, everything
against whiskey.
You church members have got to re-
pent or you'll go to hell, you little puppy
you ain big enough.
Down with the damnable stuff. I'm
waiting for you preachers to jump up
and down. You should raise the black
flag. When can you have the next cleo
ton? 1t seems that you don't keep up
with the devil. They (the preachers have
laid down too. (Some one stated that
an election could be held next May)
Mr. Jones asked all who endorsed Mr..
Stewards sermon and wanted to see the
liquor traffic put out in Winston, to
stand up. Thousands OF men and women
arose at once.
Mr.. Jones then stated that ii those who
stood up did not stand by their action
they were low down dirty liars. | tell
you if you don't III come to see you and
I'll bring Il box of monkeys to feed you.
You can tell the saloon men to get rid of
the liquor they have got on hand.
Preachers, notify your members what
| they are expected to do. NeighbOr, let
| us resolve that no more whiskey can be
sold in Winston after next May. on
talk about the blind tigers. Prosecute
them.
When moved back to Gainesville II
years ago and began denOuncing the
saloons the crowd blew up my carriage
| shed with dynamite. They also notified
me that if didn't let up on them they
would blow uD my house, with my wife
and children. | consulted my wife about
| this and asked her if | should keep on
going for them. She said yes, that sh' ed
just as soon go to Heaven by the dynf
mite route as any other way. | then
| loaded my double barrelled gun with
| buck shot and sent word to the gang
| that if they came in my yard that night
| | would have the coroner up next morn
ing to see who they were. My town is sc
| dry most of the time that you can't spit
You great big lawyers, doctors and mer
chants, | could put 800 OF you in my vest
pocket and would not know you were
there unless you got to riding my tooth
pick. You can have prohibition if yOr
| want it.
| feel sorry for some of you women
All you need is man for husband. |
| was in your place | would wean tn,
baby, take it out of the cradle, put him il
and beg in nursing him.
am not fighting the saloon keeper
He is the most decent gentleman of th
| two.
The great old whiskey devil is eating III
up and nobOdyis crying out against it il
| Winston.
say down with the traffic and up will
the boys OF this country. am made O
the stuff that will fight it until | die
God help the citizens of Winston to turf
On the fight.
Ii any man has a right to speak OF
this subject he was the man. The preache
then gave his own personal eXperien C
with this sin in a touching manner. II
had been serving God now for twent.
years, but the old appetite had FOLLOWED
him and he never expected to feel SAT
from a drunkard's grave until his wifi
kisses his lips in death and his soul ha
gone to rest. God pity the boy that ha
the appetite fastened upon him. Won
| you say I've drunk my last drop? Coz
help you to say it.