The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1902-10-30
Sam Jones on South Carolina Dis.
penSary.

The biggest thing in South Carolina is
the dispensary. Ben Tillman and the
devil saddled the thing on South Carolina
and the politicians and the devil are rum
ming it with the aid of fools and rascals
who buy the liquor. Whiskey is sold from
the dispensary from sun up till sun down
and the prices range from 10 cents for
half pint bottle to $1.0O for pint bottle,
from popskull to "good likir" Drummers
and gentlemen" buy the "good Ticker"
and negroes and poor whites buy the 10
cents pint stuff. All the dispensaries
of the state are furnished their liquor
from the Columbia wholesale shop. The
state takes its profits at headquarters be-
fore the town and county dispensaries get
hold of it. Then the town and county
divide the profits equally. And the work
of drunkard making goes steadily on. |
find in mingling with the people Il mean
the good people, for 60 with no other
sort, are all opposed to the dispensary.
They say it's better than the saloon. Just
as they prefer measles to smallpox. They
say it's death to morals and manhood,
whether it's furnished by saloon, blind
tiger or dispensary.
The dispensary is as much in politics
in South Carolina as the saloons of Chi
cago or Atlanta are in politics. Therefore
both gangs know that when they go out
of politics they must go out of business.
And so it goes, and it looks like as long
rs the Internal greed of whiskey dealers
and the Internal appetite for drink shall
possess men that the traffic will 60 on,
but am still at my old game fighting the
gang on both sides. They tell me can't
stop it, but tell them that | am like the
boy who grabbed the calf by the tail and
the calf took off down the road at break
neck speed, and the boy keeping up with
the procession and by and by gentleman
said to the boy, "Tom, what are you doing
with that calf?" II am trying to stop
him." "You can't stop him that way"
said the gentleman II know l can't"
said the boy, "but Pm slowing him up
some"
So say, gentlemen, while may never
be able to stop the gang, l have them by
the tail and hope to slow them up some
what. I asked the hotel man in one of
the South Carolina towns if the drummers
bought much dispensary liquor, he replied
not much.
A few of them still drink, but as rule
when drummer gets drunk at my hotel,
he don't come back any more. | inquire
of him, and learn his house has fired
him. He said I find that drinking or
gambling drummers are growing scarcer
ever year. Their houses fire them.
Liquor was never under bond like it is
today, the fellows who drink it as the
low down white folks and negroes, who
have nothing to lose, or the well to do
fellows, who can afford to be vagabonds
for they have money and money not only
makes the filly 60, but it makes dog
respectable. I keep saying that the last
man of US was born half dog and half
man, and many men have fed the dog in
them and starved the man, until the man
in them is dead and the dog full grown,
and there are thousands of fellows, who
if they had little more hair and tail
they could go to running rabbits for
negro. A dog, fit for nothing but bologna
sausage. tooa 49,,
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