Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-03-12

pling-tlppling on the quiet Heaven
knows I am a Puritan. # anyone
wants a glass OF whisky or wine. or
~seltzer and soda, let them have it, but
it is the constant nipping that is so
harmful and degrading. / am not
writing this article in the interests of
teetotalism, but because /, in common
with hundreds of others, see the horri-
bic danger that must inevitably arise
from a growing evil. Doctors know
about it-but they dare not speak. If
| only n medical man would tell the
truth, what inealculable mischief and
physical and moral harm would be
avoided. But l suppose if they did so,
they would lose their practice, for, af-
ter all, they have their living to make,
and u give euphonious names for
all complaints. For instance, klepto-
mania sounds ever so much better than
stealing, and hyS,eria is better than
temper, and nerves than brandy, and
languor for dram-drinking generally.
A doctor is
TOO WISE TO REVEAL ALL
he knows, or a sixth part as much as
he suspects. If he were to tell the
truth | am sure there would be very
few wives living with their husbands,
and wise versa. 80 perhaps it is as well
that medical practitioners exercise dis
cretion. Nearly all large drapery en-
poriums have refershment rooms at
tached. True they have not spirit IL
censes, but if you give the money
brandy and whisky can be sent for;
so ladies can indulge in their ~favorite
liquor without the degradation of 60
ing into a public house. If they do
not care for whisky or brandy, they
can get cherry, brandy or liquer, and
beer on draft, and wine in abundance.
One night, not very long since, l was
at the theatre, and l saw quite a girl
moi more than twenty years of age
take a long scent bottle from her pocket
and quaff the contents, which were
brown, and by the smell l knew that
the drink was brandy. She did ii
openly, and there was no shame about
1t, and afterwards, when | was il the
ladies' room, the same simple-faced
young lady came and handed the scent
bottle to the cloak room woman and
asked her to have it filled again with
Martell's. 1t is not the drinking that
| have the horror of, but it is this
ly says Thank you, I'll have a little
whisky aE< settler, or a little brandy
and soda" never drinks too much, she
is too honest and open; but it is the
one who says she cannot take it for
the world, but who INDUCES on the sly
in the privacy of her room, or in the
refreshment room Of the stores. the
waiting rooms of railway stations
these are the women that are secret
tipplers. Theirs is a heavy burden, for
when once the cursed habit grows upon
them, they cannot rid themselves OF It.
They may try, but they cannot man
age it. They must succumb to the
hideous temptation. They feel faint
and wretched, and they fly to
THEIR FAVORITE LIQUOR
at once. 1t nay give them fictitious
spirits and strength and excitement, but
the reaction, that is where it comes in.
1t makes them lose everything that
woman should hold dear. Their com
plexion gets ruined because, their skins
get blotched, their figures spread. they
get bloated and bad-tempered, and their
eyes get blood-shot. 1t is a terrible
end. l do not know why it should be,
but it is the awful competition of every