Newark evening star and Newark advertiser., 1915-05-03

'Whefe are you going.
Il am going to heaven"
Did you vote for the saloon?"
Yes"
Then you shall go to hell
Say, if the man that drinks the
whiskey goes to hell, the man that
votes for the saloon that sold the
whiskey to him will go to hell. If the
man that drinks the whiSlSey goes to
hell, and the man that sold the whis-
key to the men that drank it, goes to
heaven, then the poor drunkard will
have the right to stand on the brink
of eternal damnation and put his
arms around the pillar of justice,
shake his fist in the face of the
Almighty and say, Unjust! Unjust"
If you vote for the dirty business you
ought to go to hell as sure as you
live, and I would like to fire the fur
mace while you are there.
Some fellow says: "Drive the sa-
empty" Which would you rather
have, empty buildings, or empty jails,
penitentiaries and insane asylums?
You drink the stuff and what have
you to say? You that vote for it,
and you that sell it? Look at them
painted on the canvas of your recol-
lection.
What is the matter with this grand
old country? l heard my friend,
George Stuart, tell how he imagined
that he walked up to a mill and said:
Hello, there, what kind of a mill
are you?'
"A sawmill.'
"And what do you maker
I'VE make boards out of logs"
"Is the finished product worth more
than the raw material?"
Yes"
Must Have Lumber.
I'VE will make laws for you. We
must have lumber for houses"
He goes up to another mill and
says:
Hey. what kind of mill are you?"
"A grist MILL
What do you maker"
Flour and meal out of wheat and
corn"
rs the finished product worth more
than the raw material?"
Yes"
Then come on. We will make laws
for you. We will protect you"
He goes up to another mill and
says:
What kind of mill are you?"
"A paper MILL.
What do you make paper out Off"
STRAW and rags"
We'll, we will make laws for you.
We must have paper on which to
write notes and mortgages"
He goes up to another mills and
says:
"Hey, what kind of a mill are your"
"A gin mill"
IT don't like the looks nor the smell
of you. A gin mill; what do you
make? What kind of a mill are your"
"A gin MILL
What is your raw material?"
THE boys of America"
The gin mills of this country must
have 100000 boys or shut up shop.
Say, walk down your streets, count
the homes, and every fifth home has
to furnish a boy for a drunkard.
Have you furnished yours? No. Then
I have to furnish two to make up.
what is your raw material?"
American boys"
Must Have the Boys.
Then I will pick up the boys and
give them to you"
A man says: Hold on, not that boy,
he Is mine
Then I will say to you what a sa-
loonkeeper said to me when 1 pro-
tested: IT am not interested in boys;
to hell with your boys"
Say, saloon gin mill, what is your
| finished product"
"Bleary-eyed, low-down. staggering
men and the scum of Gods dirt, that
have gone to me and taken the
count"
Go to the jails. go to the insane
asylums and the penitentiaries, and
| the homes for feeble-minded. There
| you will find the finished product for
| their dirty business. / tell you it is
| the worst business this side of hell,
| arid you know it.
Chance to Fight
You men have a chance to show
your manhood Then in the name of
your pure mother, in the name of
| your manhood, in the name of your
wife and the pure innocent children
| that climb up in your lap and put
their arms around your neck, in the
name of all that is good and noble,
| fight the curse. Shall you men, who
| hold in your hands the ballot and in
that ballot hold the destiny of
| womanhood and children and man.
\ hood, shall you, the sovereign power,
refuse to rally in the name of the
| defenseless men and women and
! native land? No.
1 want every man to say: God, you
can count on me to protect my wife,
my home. my mother and my children
| and the manhood of America"
| BY the mercy of God, which has
/ given to you the unshaken and un-
| shakable confidence of her you love,
beseech you to make a fight for the
| women who walt until the saloon:
1 l.. II. a..
sons, and send them home maudlin
british, devilish, stinlking, blear- eyed
bloated- faced drunkards.