Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1915-03-12

Saloons Don't Exhibit Products.
The saloon dosen'tput truthful
sign outside 1T should have a sign
reading "Delirium tremens, murder
rape. sold here"
The saloon Doesn't exhibit the prod
uct of its business. merchants display
in their windows the wares they have
for sale. But not the saloon. The
saloon buries men and vernon in the
Potter's field.
Where is the man who can say that
the saloon has been benefit to him
has made his home more cheerful, his
life moro happy.
I'm not fighting the individual. I'd
help any saloonkeeper to come to Jesus
Christ just as quickly as any other
person. Pm fighting the business and
if, in fighting the Business, have to
fight you, I'll do it.
In his heart the saloon man knows
he is in dirty business. Any service
| can do for him I'll gladly do, but I'll
do anything can to rid my land of the
saloon.
Men of the liquor business, politicians
are yon here? l wonder what you've
got to say about the homes left desti-
tute, the broken hearts and shattered
lives left in the wake of the serpent?
The curse of God is upon the saloon
business and the saloon.:eeper forfeits
the respect of society. Many of the
lodges have knocked him out of their
membership.
The railroads, with an army of en-
ployers larger than the standing armies
of France and Germany, will not take
into their employ the patrons or the
business.
Oh, we boast of independence, but we
have king who rules over us with an
iron grip. The whole saloon business
is run on financial basis. There is
nothing moral to command it. The sa-
loon business is curse, and it is
mans duty to smash it.
They say to me: "Bill, beer contains
nourishment." Don't you believe it 1t
has stimulus but no nourishmcnt. You
sit on hornets nest; there's stimulus
there, but how about the nourishment ?
l don't fear the opposition of the sa-
loon gang. | don't fear that God-for
saken, dirty bunch. | fear more the
indifference of the people who ought to
fight it, I've defied 'em from Dan to
Beersheba and from hell to breakfast
and back again for lunch. Men, get
on tho firing line.
You hear saloOnkeeper say
They drink more liquor IN prohibition
states than they do in other states"
That's black-hearted lie and they
know it. If they believe that why
don't the saloon gang get to work and
fight for prohibition.
| advocate universal opposition
against the saloon. You men have the
power. Let's do something in this |
county. The idea that man needs to
drink in order to stimulate his brain |
and body is a lie.
Oh rum! 1t conquered Alexander the |
Great after he had cononered the
world. 1t turned the tunes of Robert |
Burns into a babble. 1t threw Edgar |
Allen Poe into a drunkard, and ne |
died in the gutter in Baltimore. hate |
the saloon with q perfect hatred. | |
love to hate the saloon, and Pm pray. |
ing to God all the time for more ha- |
tired for it.
(Here Mr.. Sunday told Il dramatic
story of a dike-master on the north |
coast of Holland, depicting terrific
fight against the storm that threat
ened to break the dixie and flood the |
land, which ended with the men on
their knees appealing to the Almighty
The prayer, he said, was heard by |
God, and the great turbulent seas
gradually fell, until they cooed in
stead of roared.
Men, it is duty God has given you
to strike down the saloon in Phila-
delphia. Come on, Philadelphia, stand |
with me! Who'll give me your paw?
Come on, boys, stand up for sobriety!
Church Idling in Its Content
The church seems to have lost its pas
sion for vital religion, and is lolling
in her well-fed content, satisfied with
buildings, stained glass
windows, pipe organs, vestments, rich
influential congregations, and spirit
ual death awaits the church unless she
hurls herself from her couch of ease
and choose the wilderness in place of |
the fleshpots of Egypt. In all ages of
the worlds history God has been in
a hurry to bless, but man doesn't seem
to be in any haste. Some know God
only by hearsay.
l know church members who make a
great deal of splutter at fruit bearing |
but they are nothing more than Chris
mas trees, putting on this accomplish
ment, tyingon this virtue, trying con-
stantly toadd something that will
sparkle and glitter to win applause. |
The glory of a Christmas tree is over
in day and it is thrown into the
alley, into the garbage pile with the
old shoes, and corsets and tincans.
The only crop it yields is that which
has been tied ON. David says, "Be |
like tree that is planted by the rivers
of water" There are so many content
to be shade trees. Anything to be
ornamental, caring little about being
of real use and service in this old
world. Such people never are pre-
pared when the storms of reverses
come to them. That's the reason
when some God-forsaken heresy comes
along.
Christ will draw that old desire for
drink out of you. Christianity will
yank that beer and champagne out of
your cellar. Christianity will yank that
pack of cards out of your home and
put bible on the table. You give
religion chance, and you'll hang a
'FOr rent" sign over every saloon and
house of ill-fame.