Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1909-01-22
WOMEN BREWERS
WORK FORHUSBANDS
WHILE THE MEN ARE WAITING
TO BE TRIED NORTH GEORGIA
STILLS ARE WORKING TO PAY
THEIR FINES.

Over cooking stoves, small fireplaces,
even oily, smoky lamps, gaunt, determ-
ined women, fired by the spirit of love.
bend in the little cabins of north Georgia
brewing, brewing, brewing.
The condition is unique. An unprece-
dented number of moonshiners were ar
rested during the past six months, and
a good percentage are in Jail awaiting
trial. Their wives, in preparation for
the fines that are to be levied, have taken
up the work of brewing drinks for thirs-
ty threats. and the Illicit distillery Is
going forward with briskness despite the
fact that the hands of the women have
replaced those of the men for the time
being.
The situation is not only unique, but
difficult to handle. 1t is really true that
many of the women whose husbands have
been caught red-handed at the work OF
Illicit distillery, have taken UP the work
where the heads of the house left off, and
are making whisky In every conceivable
way-in coffee pots, cooking pans, milk
huckets-all to scrape together money
enough to pay the impending fines.
Conviction Impossible
The difficulty for the revenue force
arises from the fact that conviction in
such cases is practically impossible. Take
into consideration the natural astute-
ness and subtlenes sof woman. then add
to it the chivalry and protection of which
she is the object, and 1t will be readily
understood how she goes about her work
of brewing undiscovered and adds steadi-
ly to the sum that is to pay the husband
to freedom.
A more efficient force Of men than the
local branch of the revenue department
contains could not be secured. But what
are mans wits worth when matched
with womans, especially when all the
countryside is banded together in the
woman's interest?
Who could be found to tell on a woman
working for the sake of her husband
Then again, a man must needs hunt out
a little nook in the woods as a covert
for his still, and to an astute revenue
officer with a sharp nose for trails, such
place of concealment offers only ordinary
difficulty to discovery. But with the wo-
discovered nook in the woods. While
she is preparing breakfast. the smoking
coffee pot sends forth a peculiarly allur-
ing order, or while she is bending over
the washtub there is sweet perfume from
the small pot bubbling and gossiping over
the fire, or as she sits before the fire.
place at night, there is a pan on the fire
or a small tin cup fixed over the chin
ney of the lamp.
At all odd times she is at her work OF
brewing, and there is never a suspicious
circumstance to draw the eye of a reve'
| nue. officer.
A Brew of Rare Quality
Then, too, there is third reason why
her capture is almost impossible. To the
naturally chivalrous feeling OF man fol
woman is added the satisfaction at the
unusual way in which she tickles his
palate.
Rare brews have come from Kentucky
1t was sweet liquor they were said tc
drink in the old days of the ante-bellun
south. But the taste of none can com
pare with the liquor that women's hands
are brewing now in north Georgia. II
is said to have a very ambrosial quality
Taste It, and thereafter all liquor OF
the usual sort and kind will seem in