The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1912-12-12

latter classification is interpreted
by the board to mean bottles ana
the human stomach The new order
specifically states that it is aimed
at the 'growler trade"
"Oh, for the rarity of Christian
charity under the sun" Gone are
the days when the weary Nv ander-
ing Willies' may sit upon the side
walks breezy edge and gulp down
deep potions from froth topped to-
mato cans. Gone are the days when
the weary and worn enactor OF the
nations laws may drop into some
drink parlor-some wet goods en-
porium on Pennsylvania avenue and
take a nickels worth home in
bucked. Brushed aside by one fell
and ruthless sweep OF the laws in
depreciation by the callous excise
board, the "growler' will now take
its place amidst other dreams of
the past. Changing, ever changing
is this mighty world OF ours. One
continuous evolution from the good
things which have withstood the
test OF time to the untried things
which the law says are good for the
people. From the arena Of ancient
Rome where the criminal and the
Christian were eaten together by
the lions and the tigers from Afri-
cas- tangled jungles, to the gull
lotine of France-the keen edged
axe Of England's headsman-to the
hempen rope OF more recent date the
world has "eyoluted" until now the
charming wife-slayer may rest at
ease in a cushioned chair while the
Quiyers OF death quiet the nerves
and still the beatings of his heart
And the man weary from a day of
fatiguing toll, in place of taking to
his domicile the GROWER of the
olden time will, in future, button his
coat tightly around the original
package" and wend his undulat!ng
way to the portals of the rented
roof-tree.
Modern civilization says that it is
brutal to wrest the breath OF ma
ture from the human form by the
jaws of hungy tigers, holding that
the ends Of justice are better ac-
complished when the man is hus-
tied into the next world by lightning
flash and the accompaniment of well
tuned song. Modern civilization
says that 1t is uncouth> to carry
home, through the streets of the ma
tional capital the cooling lager irr
the old tin can, but that the means
of higher civilization are made
possible and exemplified when the
amber fluid Is taken to the home
safely buttoned beneath a bulging
waistcoat. And why not? The old
fashioned moss-covered bucket has
been superseded by the nickle- plat
ed hydrant tap, so why should not
the old tin can step aside for the
original package" even though the
wise ones OF the excise board do
not furnish a handle wherewith the
same may be the better carried
What matters it that the traditions
OF the dead and gone beer drinkers
are wrecked, what matters it that
the thirsty man must either salts
fy himself with one glass or else
advertise to the world that he is
a soak, what matters it that the |
tin-plate industry may suffer by the |
falling off of the sale of tin buck |
cts, what matters it that the man |
with the original package" wrapped |
up within the walls of his stomach |
may fall into the waiting gutter
and that the good Samaritan who |
will lift him to his feet and fan with
wooden club his fevered brow may
wear blue coat and brass buttons |
and be but the forerunner of the
heartess Judge who will pass out
thirty days the next morning? What
anything so long as the
majesty of a greater civilization ha
been sustained? "Oh for the rarity"
etc.