The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-12-12

Our Badge: A knot OF white ribbon.
O9r AIMS: home protection. prohibition of
of morals, and the bringing about Of a better
public sentiment.
MRS. N C. LIBBY, President,
MRS. LOUISA ANTHoINE. Secretary,
MRS. ADA FARNHAM Treasurer
We have all heard or read of the
bold traveller and the inquisitive
boy who, when hired by the former
to keep quiet, called his "tip"
bald-headed money and kept on
asking bald-headed questions.
While on the street last week I
was convinced beyond doubt that
there are still inquisitive boys.
Two men came in and took a
seat together, seeming to have very
urgent business matters to discuss,
one of them had his son of about
five years of age who, evidently
was learning his letters and all that
he could by asking questions. He
began to scan the advertising cards
in the car, asking what one man
had in his hand, and was told,
some kind of breakfast food. The
boy with nose turned up, promptly
inquired if all men who ate break
fast food looked like that. Then
holding his fathers face in his
chubby hands he said we don't eat
itUdo we papa, then glancing at
the stranger he tried to get up
courage to ask him if he did
when suddenly his eye rested on a
big B. PA, see that B. See,
papa, what letter is that hind of
it? Papa, is them 'rolly' looking
things candy? Say pa, l see R.
and y, what's that little wee letter?
what word is that papa? I asked
mamma, and she told me it was
stuff to drink; is it medicine, papa?
what stuff is it? what is that big
P. for? an engine and a whole train
of little letters of cars! then comes
R. and y, and I don't know the
other one, what is it pa?" E. my
SON.. ''Then what is that nasty
drink! IS it castor oil? papa, can't
you tell me ust now mo, it is
not castor OIL" s'It is worser' %
YES" 'Worser N castor oil
we'll papa, does that man know
what it is? is he 4 doctor?"
Man, what's more werser than
castor oil? does your boy know?
When that boy is old enoungh to
90 to school, how long will it be
before he, with his bright eyes and
keen intellect, will know that
drink is worse than castor oil if he,
like most boys, IS compelled to
pass a saloon? Happy that inno-
cent boy and his dotlng parents, if
he does not learn by experience
what the big P. for engine and
ickwick for cars and rye for caboose
mean, and what tremendous load
of SORROW that train is carrying into
the homes.
Mrs. Scovell started Dec. 9Th to
attend the wedding of Elizabeth
Preston, president South Dakota
w. G.. T. U. to Rev. Jas. Ander-
son. Miss Preston had arranged
dates for Mrs. Scovell in her State,
and several unions in this State
have asked for her, as she is on her
way to Fargo.
By invitation of Mrs. Samuel
Mcclure, dear friend and former
pupil of mine, I spent one day in
Saltwater. l was glad, indeed, to
learn that Mrs. Mcclure, although
not a member of the w. G.. T. u,
was doing active work along sew
eral lines, especially the purity
department. Having in her Young
er days been nurse, she sees the
need of emphasizing this work, as
do all true men and women. She
has full set of books which she
keeps to lend to any who will read
them. She also brings such books
as gifts to young men and women
in her large circle of acquaintance.
Through the kindness of Mrs.
Mcclure, [ called on one of my
best local superintendent, who for
years has furnished many camps
with most excellent reading. She
has sent fourteen large soap boxes
this winter, and was arranging
several others. Mrs. Castle is a
bright, energetic woman, with a
heart large enough to take in all
the homeless children in the city;
q home full of pets and beautiful
flowers, yet reaching out to help
those less blessed.
Her husband and sons help her
in the handling of her literature,
and many donations come to her
for her work The nnhlic lihra1u