Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-12-08

4 the audacity to appeal to mans de-
cency and say:
! 1.-THE saloon is needed for money
revenue
Fallaces.
| Never was there a blacker-hearted
| lie. heart so vile. or a brain to con-
ceive, or lips black enough to utter
such lie
But says the whiskey fellow, we
would lose trade. The farmer would
not come here to trade
| You are dirty. black-hearted liar.
When you say that you insult the
best class Of men on Gods dirt. Do
you know that?
inconsistent.
Say, when you put, up the howl
| that if you don't have the saloons the
farmer won't trade: say, Mr.. Whiskey
| lawyer, why did you dump money
| into the legislature like water and
back the legislature into a corner and
! fight to the last ditch, to prevent the
enactment of a county local option?
| You know if the farmers were
given a chance they would knock the
whiskey business into hell the first
throw out of the box.
You are afraid: You get cold fet on
! it. You are afraid to give the farmer
I a chance.
They are just scared to death of
! you farmers.
The Home-The True Heritage.
| | tell you, gentlemen, the American
home is the direct heritage of the
people. for the people and by the PEG
| pie, and when a man can go from
home in the morning with kiss of
wife and children on his lis and come
back at night with an empty dinner
bucket to a happy home, that man is
a better man, whether black or
white, for he can go away with the
| kiss of his wife. and come hack at
might to happy home. No, sir! What.
| ever takes away, the comforts of
home, whatever degrades that man
land woman, and whatever invades the
sanctity Of the happy home is the
| deadliest ice to the home, the church
and state. and the school
This Deadiieat Foe,
The saloon Is the deadliest foe 10
the home. and the church. and the
state. on top of God Alnighty's dirt
! If all the combined forces of hell
should asse mhle in conclave, and
with them all the men on earth that
hate and despise God. and purity and
virtue, If all the scum of the earth
could 1ningle with the denizens OF
hell to try to think of the deadliesl
n e ,t,, b.,
] tell you, sirs, the combined lellish
Intelligence could not conceive OF
and bring forth an institution that
could touch the hem of the garment
of the open-licensed saloon to damn
the home. the manhood and woman.
hood, and business and everything
good OH God Alnlisht's dirt.
What the Saloon Eats.
The open licensed saloon eats the
CARPET from off the floor, and the
clothes from off your back. the money
out of the rank, and it eats UP char.
acter, and it goes on until at last it
leaves a stranded wreck in the home
which is the skeleton of what was
once brightness and happiness.
Test for Sanity.
In some insane asvllins. do yot,
know what they do? When they want
10 test some patient to see whether
or not he has recovered his reason,
they have room with faucet in if.
and a cement floor
They turn on the faucet and give
the patient mop and tell him to
mop up the floor. If he has sense
enough to turn off the faucet and mon
I'D the floor. they will parole him. But
should he let the faucet run they
know that he is crazy.
Well, that is what we are trying to
do. We are trying to mop this bust
ness I'D with taxes and insane asy.
lums. We have jails and Kelley
cures. and reformatories, and arc fry
ing to mop the business with that
hellish faucet running full blast.
for them to pass this tabernacle five
Saloon a Coward.
] tell you that the saloon is a
coward
It hides itself behind stained glass
doors, and opaque glass windows and
sneaks it's customers in at a blind
door.
1t keeps a sentinel to guard the
door from the officers of the law.
1t marks its wares with false bills
of lading and offers to ship green
goods to you. and mark them with
the names Of wholesome articles of
food, so that people won't know
what is, being Sent to you.
Barring it Out.
But tell you that the curse of God
Almighty Is on the saloon.
Legislatures are legislating against
it.
Decent society is barring it out
The fraternal brotherhoods are
kicking it out. The Masons and the
Odd Fellows, and the Knights Of Pyth
las and the A. o. U. w. are closing
their doors and saying to the whiskey
seller:
Get out. And don't you wiggle
your dirty, sinking carcass into our
lodge
Saloon Statistics.
No sir. Hear me a minute. boys
There are 100000 saloons in the
United States: Allowing a fifty feel
frontage for each they would make