The Alaska citizen., 1915-05-17

N'AiAN La So q NOul.c man VI SOou pa!
ents, good character. one Sunday
crossed the street and entered r
saloon open against the law He
found there boon companions. There
was laughter. song and jest and
much drinking After a while. drunk
insanely drunk, his money gone. he
was kicked into the street. He
found his way across to his mothers
home. He importuned her for more
money TO buy more drink. She re
fused him. He seized from the side
board revolver and ran into the
street. with the expressed determi
nation OF entering the saloon and
getting more drink, money or no
money She tried To restrain him.
His sister also. but he drove her
away 4 neighbor. whom he knew.
trusted and respected, came and to
him be would not listen. but instead
shot him down in cold blood There
was a trial. He was found guilty
and sent to prison for life Three
hours after the verdict the little
mother swooned and died"
In the streets of Freeport, H.. a
young man of good family became
involved in controversy with a
lewd woman of the town. He went
in a drunken frenzy to his fathers
home. armed himself with a weapon
and went in search of the woman
with whom he had quarreled. The
tirst person he met was a respected
woman of Freeport on the public
square with her darling babe. 1t
was broad daylight and she had
right to be there. In his frenzy he
mistook her for the other woman
and shot her dead with her babe
clasped to her bosom. He was tried
and as Judge Ferand sentenced him
to life imprisonment he said, You
are the seventh man in two years
to be sentenced for murder while
intoxicated
In the city Of Anderson young
man came home intoxicated, and de-
manded money OF his mother. She
refused him He seized from tie
wood box a Ratchet and killed his
mother and then robbed her He
fled but was captured and indicted
for numbering the woman that had
given him birth. The mother who
had gone down into the valley of
the shadow of death that she might
Re happy looking into the face of
q baby boy. Il am guilty did
it all" Judge Mcclure sentenced
aim 20 life Imprisonment.
Now we have followed probably
three pints OF the thirty-six pints
Of the farmers product of bushel
Of corn. and these three have struck
down seven lives. the three boys
who committed the crimes of murder,
the three victims OF their hands,
and the little mother who died Of
a broken heart You follow the
other thirty-three pints and see if
you think it was a good commercial
transaction. Who works the hard
est for his money, the saloon man
+ you Who has the most money
the day after payday, the saloon
man or you?
New York City's drink bill amounts
70 $4,000 per day. $685., 100000
annually. That is four times the
annual output of gold. and one-third
the value of all the coal mines in
the United States. In some sections
If the city there is one saloon for
every thirty families The money
spent there for drink in ten years
would buy every working man in
New York beautiful home and al
low $35Q0 for house and lot New
York's annual drink bill would buy
three fourths of barrel of flour
for every man, woman and child
in the United States.
The saloon is rat hole into which
working men dump their wages.
And all the interest it pays is red
eyes foul breath, broken down
Body and a character injured for
life. You go in feeling like a mil
'!onaire and you go out at the toe
# a boot when your money is gone.
You go in with a good position and
GU come out ruined. 1t pays no
thing but disease and delirium ire
mems and sends the soul to hell.
In some insane asylums they put
a patient in room with cement
floor upon which stream of water
is running. He is given mop with
the request TO wipe up the floor
If he turns off the water first they
parole him. but if he doesn't they
know he is crazy That is just
what We are trying to do. mop up
the thing with taxes, and jails and
asylums. The only sane thing to
DO is to shut off the source of sup
ply.
In northwest city preacher
sat at his breakfast table one Sun
day morning. He heard the door
bell and found a boy crippled and
ragged at the door
please, sir said the lad" will
you come up to the Jail and talk
with papa? He murdered mamma.
Papa was good and kind but he
was drunk, and | have to support
my three little sisters. sell news
papers and black boots. VIII you
90 up and talk and pray with papa ?
| And will you come up 10 oar house
when they bring him back? The
| governor says we can have his body
! after they hang him"
The preacher went to the jail and
| talked and prayed with tie man.
| Il don't blame the law, but it breaks
my heart to think that my children
must be left to the cold and heart
less world Oh, sir whiskey. whis-
key did it,
| The preacher was at the home
when they drove up with a coffin.
He held a service. The little Grip
pied boy hobbled up to the casket
| and leaned over and kissed the life
less cheek. Come on sisters. kiss
papa's cheek like you used TO do
for we can't see him any more. y
And the little, hungry whiskey or.
phans hurried to the coffin. Great
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