The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-03-16
brilliant Orator Declares He
Has Met John Barleycorn
and Has Seen Lives Wreck
ed by Use of Liquor.
SAYS BLIND TIGER
WILL NOT HOLD BOY
Dispels Argument About the
Saloon Being the Poor
Mans ''Club House," in a
Stirring Address.

"You remember why you first went
into a saloon as we'll as | remember
what first drew men there. 1t was
the polished mirrors, the baseball
scores, the jolly, happygo-lucky atti-
tude Of the men outside; the storytell
ing and loud laughing, the flashing,
cut glass. Every one of us bought a
drink for the other, until each had
fifteen times more tr - he needed
Fred E. Lands, or Logansport, used
this description as his proof of the
statement that the blind tiger will
draw boys and young men, and if it
does, it will not get them more than
once. The largest crowd which has
yet attended a temperance lecture i'll
the campaign, almost filled the taber.
nacle
Il call on your PATRIOTISM" said Mr
lands, after a short introduction by
Ebert Russell. Half century ago
Richmond was the center of hotbed
of patriotism. When Oliver P. Nor
ton, Of Wayne county, wanted money,
Richmond dug down in her pockets
for 20,000-more than any other city
in the state. When the state offered a
prize for the county sending the most
money for the relief of the Civil War
troops, it was Wayne county that got
the flag of honor. Is the spirit of old
Wayne dead, or will you rise up and
join this army? Go down to the Kelly
building at Eighth and Main streets
and report for duty.
Liquor Nations Enemy.
This looks like a national eonyen-
ton" said Mr.. Landis, "and we'll might
1t be national convention for you
meet TO plan to kill the greatest en-
f,f ;., ~,
to stand up and be counted for or
against John Barleycorn, and | am
glad to stand up and be counted
against it. I'm against it clear across
from Maine to California.
1--WE met MIR. Barlevcorn personally.
And I'll say for him that he is a very
eDprCachable fellow. In fact more
approachable that leavable. I've rfd-
den on the Barleycorn flyer That's
great train. 1t runs day and night
and never stops.
Il have not been a regular passen-
Ser, but an occasional tourist rode
on it once in while and never paid
much attention to it until about year
ago.
Il was sitting in the club car when
j thought I would go up and see the
engineer and fireman. | found that
gine, but incidentally were running
the United States government | look
ed at their fuel. It was broken up
bits Of little cottages the young hus-
bands could not pay for.
Depicts Grewsome Siqhts.
Then | looked around me to see
what else was going on. ! was get
ting interested. | went back and
looked at the ballast of the road. 1t
was the broken hearts Of wives and
mothers. The rails were human
bones The ties were dead mems
bodies. The poles We're tombstones.
! looked at the telegraph wires There
] saw humanity's shattered nerves
There was not a happy home in
sight. We never stopped to let any
one off to go home. The first stop
We made was big brick building
surrounded by walls. 1t was the peni-
tentiary. Over the door was a big
legend, Welcome to the friends of
John Barleycorn. After several got
eff the train and were taken into the
building, we went on.
I'VE stopped at a group of little
buildings. 1t was the insane asylum.
Over the door was Welcome to the
friends OF John Bareycorn On
big hill in the distance | could see a
little scaffold. A young man was
standing there. his arms by his sides
On their knees before him were his
wife and little child. AS | looked
saw that the dangling rope spelled
Welcome to the friends of John Bar
leycorn.' On the other side of the
road, was the Potter's field. On some
OF those musty old tombstones.
we read, Welcome to the friends of
John Barleycorn.'
Liquor in Politics.
81 was sitting there in deep thought.
] glanced up. The train was approach
Il beautiful home. There was a wide
lawn. well kept, and the verandas held
the sons and daughters of fashion
looked over the door for the legend
of welcome, but | could find none. That
was the home of John Barleycorn. We
whizZed by. That set me to thinking
again. and while they were taking on
more passengers. | got off.
81 never liked John Barleycorn any
Wav. He's always Dragging about how
rich he is. and how much he owns
He's always reaching in his inside
poe kel and pulling out a governor
Look at this fellow. Isn't he dandy?
! picked him up the other day Or
he pulls out a supreme court judge.
What do you think of this? bought
this one yesterday. | think he's 4
peach Then ne always carries lot
Of small change politicians around IN
his pocket.
Il am not a reformer I've Just SIM
plv come TO. | am against John Bar
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