The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1904-10-28
w. CT. U.COLUMN.
CONDUCTED by MRS. NJ. L. HOBBS.
The Saloon and lis Supp orters.

The Saloon and lis Supporters
The Saloon is licensed you know to sell,
Ii has government license TO fill up hell.
Yes preachers and teachers vote il licensed to be,
In eternity, wonder, what will be their pleaY
Members of church with professions loud
March with the saloon keeper and his hell bound
crowd
Up to the polls, and for license they vote,
Without once thing what their actions denote.
Methodist, United Brethren and Presbeterans to,
With Campbelites and Baptiss Join the great crew,
Lutherans and Mormsns and Catholics as well,
Join in the Malice and and all vote for hell.
With many, party comes first, the church
next,
The minister in ths holy place takes for his text
'Woe to the drunkard and the crown of PRIDE
But for license he votes and works for his side.
The sing and they preach till they have sore
throat,
And think how they cast their last vote.
They ought not to forget the Bible doeth say:
What a man sows, he shall reap some day"
God is not Knocked, yet he may wink at this
Sure as there's Heaven there's an eternal abyss,
Awaiting the man that will vote for the saloon,
IL be don't stop this he might awake in hell soon.
If the veil could only be drawn aside,
And let men see the host that have died
By this licensed curse to sell rum and beer,
Their hearts would shudder with direst fear.
II man could hear awful wall,
OF one lost soul through this darkened veil,
They would never vote for the licensed sale
OF whisky or beer, or gin or ale.
With one moments view of the sorrow and woe,
That this licensed demon does surely bestow,
Would cause the strongest best mind to fall
To behold the crime in this serpents trail.
Many would say if could only succeed,
! would vote for prohibition, would indeed.
But up to the polls we see them HE
Voting for license that cause men TO die.
Dear Lord how long shall this curse be?
In this nation that so many boast Is free.
Yet men are in letters worse than a slave,
edby their appetite to a drunkard's grave.
Seventy thousand year must keep up this
throng,
Whose step was once steady and
strong,
But now they reeling TO and fro,
To fill up the regions OF eternal woe.
Multiply by the years of thy life and see
How many you must meet in eternity
Who have died by this awful curse OF drink
Will you vote for license after you think?
Seventy thousand boys must take their place,
To keep up this curse and licensed disgrace
In the presence OF the host what will you say,
As they are turned into hell on that awful day.
1t may be your boy, it may be mine,
That may fall q victim TO this licensed shrine,
OH how we bear in the judgment to stand
And our boy drunkard at Gods left hand.
Since our nations covenant with death, can we
succeed?
While with hell it is in unision, with it, il is
agreed,
Under false hood has it hid, it. refuge is lies,
But God is beholding from bis home in the sky.
And its covenant with death shall be dsanued,
Ii will be awakened from its slumbers into which
il is lulled.
Its refuge Of lies shall be swept away,
In the coming Of that awful and dreadful day
When the thunder bolts Of an avenging God
Shall be your portion under his Christening rod
Better stop and think and then take note,
Y III mi ht To hell for the way Won vote
No wonder that God has hid his face
From a nation with such licensed disgrace.
No wonder your pleadipgs he will not heed,
When you voted for license he recorded the deed.
We on whom the Holy Ghost has fell,
Never vote to license this demon Of hell,
Who has come to earth with men TO stay
To turn them into hell in the judgement day.
From doing any evil we refrain hand,
Which all ought to know IL Gods command
And license ticket we will never vote,
OF this act too God will take note
This demon OF drink was conceived in hell,
After Satan had from his angel-hood fell,
When this demon Of darkness to birth,
He started on his mission to polute the earth.
Knowing well his mission he now makes haste
And appeals to men through the sense OF taste,
The key note is touched and man has fell
drunkard he dies and goes 10 hell.
Come ministers, teachers, church members and
all
Let us save our loved ones who yet may fall,
And say by our votes the saloon must 60
God will bless a nation il we only do 30.
THOMAS Poison,
IL