The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1911-08-24

erations. and which they will try to
solve and find a reason for, is why
Americans in the Goth century licensed
men to debauch, kill and ruin their
BOYS and girls by process of alcoholic
poisoning.
In the last $50 years 600, 900 men have
persisted in all our wars. In the same
time liquor has killed 7,500,000 to say
nothing of the indirect results accruing
to the world from the traffic.
But the women and children are the
greatest sufferers. Again, if the traffic
only consisted in the loss of money and
the wreck of grown men, we could en-
dure it. But when it strikes directly at
innocent, helpless victims, as women
and children; when we see it's wreck
and ruin there, then we say that any
man who has particle of patriotism or
a bit of love and regard for his own
mother and sisters, or is touched by the
appeal of helpless childhood, is bound to
hate the liquor traffic.
Here is the morning paper. We turn
to its pages and look for the news. Here
it is in abbreviated form: "a husband
came home at midnight. He went into
the room where his invalid wife was
trying to soothe the cries of her sick
baby. He makes a demand for food
which could not be satisfied. The drunk
en- brute seized the woman by the throat
dragged her into an adjoining room and
beat her brains out. -
"a dssolute bank clerk, not yet thir-
ty wears of age, stole into the home of
young woman who had declined his
proposal of marriage. He was too drunk
to explain the reason of his frenzy, but
not too drunk to kill her in cold blood. ;"
"A carpenter, long given to drink be-
came raving mad man. His wife and
two innocent children were found muir
dered in their room, and his own body,
frozen stiff, was picked up in the yard. .
"Whiskey did It, !" So said quaking
prisoner in a Michigan court room. He
had followed his own aunt into the cellar
of her little farm home where she went
on an errand. Her body was found by
grief stricken husband few hours
later, beaten almost beyond recognition.
When caught, the miserable wretch
confessed his guilt and was hurried off
six hours later to his living tomb in the
Marquette prison. "Whiskey did it. l
wouldn't have done it if | had been in
my right mind, " was his only plea.
Hang me Hang me | deserve
it. That was the exclamation of
drunken brute in New York, who had
murdered his own little daughter.
All this is the logical fruitage of the
saloon, the Internal institution, we make
legal by our votes. Does such mon
strous institution deserve to live? Is
there one good reason why it should be
authorized and protected by law?
Should good citizens dream on in COM
placent ease while this stream of ruin
grows broader and swifter and blacker?
We should arise as one man and abate
the awful nuisance.
"You are too severe. They are good
fellows" says one. They are miserable
parasites, non producers, veritable bur
dens on society. To use the figure of
another, 1.-The saloon keepers, brewers
and distillers of this country are the
feas on the tail of the social dog"
Judge A. G. Dayton, of the Federal
Court, spoke from the bench as follows:
Il have said it and l again proclaim it,
that no man can be engaged in the sale
of lqnor and be honest. He will take
the last dollar of a drunken man, kick
him out and send him on to drunkard's
grave. They study dishonesty, and
come into court and perjure themselves
to avoid punishment. We don't license