Goldsboro weekly argus., 1902-11-13
TWO OF A KIND.
DR.. Miller's Communication in Last
Saturdays Argus Brings Forth
Two Sad Tales of Woe.

! Two SaQ IaleS OF woe.
/ EDITOR ARGUS am young
man, but I want to join DIR. Miller
in saying, yes, close the bar-rooms of
our city, which are bringing disgrace.
misery and shame to our homes and
country to-day.
I don't drink to any extent, but I
have father and brothers who do,
and [ want to see this curse driven
out of our town.
! I have never had the advantage of
school. And why? Because, at an
early age, had to begin work and
help support my mother and smaller
! brothers, while my father and older
brothers turn their earnings over to
the bar-rooms for strong drink.
| am only Is years old, but I have
! a strong feeling for my town and fell
loW-men, to say nothing Of my own
kindred and loved ones, and I want
closed; and then there would not be
SO many poor girls and women strug-
Cling for bread for younger brothers
and sisters and children.
[ shall always say carry Whiskey
out and close the saloons.
A DRUNKARD's Son.
Goldsboro, n. c., Nov. II, 1902.
EDITOR ARGUs:-Please give me
space in your columns to join with
DIR. Miller in speaking a word in re-
gard to the whiskey evil in our COM
munity.
Though [ am only frail, weak
woman and what [ have to say may
not weigh much on the minds of
strong men, yet I want to humbly
entreat every law-abiding and city
and country-loving citizen to join
hands and hearts together and work |
with those who are endeavoring to !
close the saloons and forever drive |!
strong drink from our fair city, and !
thus remove a viper that is degrad- !
ing the young manhood and fast, ah! |
so fast, bringing our hoary-headed |
and wrinlzled- -browed old men down
to a drunkard's grave-and an eter- !
nal habitation with the damned.
[ am speaking from self-experi- ;
ence. To-day I have a son in far
off State, away from mother, home !,
and friends "a prodigal wanderer
over the earth-Who might have
been blessing, instead Of a burden
and an object of anxious solicitude,
had it not been for the wide-open
and many-doored saloon, where he
drank the cup that hastens all who
first sips to-where? Let the echo
answer, Where?
Bar-rooms, whiskey, and bad COM
pany these go hand in hand.
My husband, too, is a hard drinker.
Think what a happy mother and
wife [ would be if this curse was out
Of reach. l speak not alone of my
self, but Ofa numerous host Of drunk
ards wives and mothers in this com
munity, who, like myself, stand
did | say stand; no, no, we're kneel-
ing, humbly kneeling, with out
hands, begging those who
are strong to help the weak and
helpless.
Look around you to-day and see
the poor, naked, barefoot, poverty
stricken children of drunkards. Do
they not appeal to your sympathy?
Think you there would be such as
these if the bar-rooms were closed?
With no ill-Will toward the men
in our city who sell this curse to their
fellow mentor they are partakers
Of the cup alike with their victims,
and hence deluded and deserving of
pity, tool look forward with long
ing to the day when the bar-rooms
will cease to exist in Goldsboro. And
then we will have happier homes
and better city and less criminals
IN our prisons.
Ye men who boast of love OF
country and delight to lift your
voices and stir with eloquence the
minds of men in defence of the fair
of the land, I appeal to
you. Fair Womanhood is assailed-I
HEAR ME, IS AssAILED, YEA Is
UPON-Will you not lift
your voice in her behalf? II
Away with the saloon!
A DRUNKARD'S WIFE.
foldsboro, N. c., Nov. II, 1902.