Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-02-01
Sundays Sermons
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stomach, and yet you will walk UP and
vote for the dirty traffic.
pCome on. cut out the booze, boys. Get
on the water wagons: get on for the sake
Of your wife and babies, ana nit booze a
blow.
6Come on, ready, forward, march,
Might, left. haiti We are in front of a
dry goods store.
what do you wantP
calico
"'Nvhat do you want?
"'Calico.'
what do you wantT
Calico
calico, all right, come on" The
stores are stripped.
'Hey. wanamaker's, Gimbels', Lifts.
Darlingtor's, Snellenburg's, send down
calico. The whole bunch has voted out
the saloons and we lave such a demand
for calico we don't know what to do
And the big stores telegraph to Fail
River to ship calico, and the factories
telegraph to buy cotton, and they tell
their statesmen to buy cotton, and the cot
ton plantation man sees cotton jump Up
tO D oaie.
what is the matter? Your children
are going naked and the whisky gang
has got your money. That's what's the
matter with you. Don't listen to these
old whisky-soaked politicians who say
stand pat on the saloon
Come with me. Now, remember, we
have the whole bunch of booze-nghters
on the water wagon and I'm goin home
now. over here I was John, the drunken
bum. The whisky gang got my dollar
and / got the quart. over here l am
John on the water WAGON. The mer-
chant got my dollar and I have his meat,
-four and calico, and I'm going home
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place like home without booze
wife comes out and says, Hello,
John, what have YOU Eot?'
1.-TWO porterhouse steaks. Sally
whats that bundle, pa?'
"'Cloth to make you a new dress, sis.
Your mother has fixed Nlary's old one so
often 1t looks like a crazy quilt
land what have you there?'
That's a pair of shoes for you, Tom;
and here is some cloth to make you a
pair of pants. Your mother has patched
the old ones so often they look like the
map of Pennsylvania
"What Is the matter with the country?
We have been dumping the money into
the whisky hole that ought to have been
spent for -four. beef and calico, and we
haven't that hole filled UP yet.
"a man comes along and says, Are
you a d~runkard?'
"'Yes, I'm a ~drunkard.'
"'Where are you going?'
"I'm going to hell
""Why?'
NO DRUNKARDS THERE.
because the> Good Book says, mo
drunkard shall inherit the kingdom of
God" SO 1 am going to hell
Another man comes along and I say,
Are you a church MEMBER
"'Yes, l am n church member
Where are you going?'
"T am going to heaven
Ibid you vote for the saloon?'
YES
go to the jalls, go to the insane asy-
1ums and the penitentlaries and the
homes for feeble-minded. There you will
find the finished product for their dirty
business. L tell you it is the worst bust
ness this side of hell, and you know 1t.
Listen! Here is an extract from the
Saturday Evening Post of November 8,
1907, taken from a paper read by a
brewer. You will say that n man didn't
say it: 1T appears from these facts that
the success of our business lies in the
creation of appetite among the boys.
Men who have formed the habit scarcely
ever reform, but they, like others, will
die, and unless there are recruits made to
take their places our Golfers will be
empty, and / recommend to you that
money spent in the creation of appetite
will return in dollars to your tillS after
the habit is formed
THE saloon exists because the church
doesn't vote it out of existence.
Say, are you in favor of a constitu-
tional amendment prohibiting the sale of
liquor in the United States?
IF you ever get a chance to do II, boys.
will you do 1t? If you do, stand up with
me.
''Wha is your raw material, saloons?
American boys. Say, 1 would not give
one boy for all the distilleries and sa-
looms this side of hell. And they have
TO nave 1000, 900 boys every generation.
when you will vote for an institution
like that What do you want to do, pay
taxes in money or in boys?
BOYS NOT so CHEAP.
And 1 would not give those 10 boys
for every dirty dollar you get from the
hell-soaked liquor business or from every
brewery and distillery this side of hell.
"Listen! In a Northwest City a preach
er sat at his breakfast table one Sunday
morning. Thu doorbell rang, he
1t, and there stood a little boy, ~ years
of age. He was on %crutches, right leg
off at the knee, shivering, and he said,
please, sir, will you come up to the Jail
and talk and pray with papa? He MUIR
dered mamma Papa was good and kind,
but whisky did it, and l rave to support
my three little sisters, / sell newspapers
and black boots. Will you go up and
talk and pray with papa? And will you
come home and be with us when they
bring him back? The Governor says we
can nave his body after they hang him.
The preacher hurried to the jail and
talked and prayed with the man. He
had no knowledge OF what he had done.
He said: 4 don't blame the law, but 1t
breaks my heart TO think that my chill
dren must be left in a cold and heart
less world. oh, sir. whisky did it,
The preacher was at the little hut
when up drove the u~ndertakers wagon
and they carried out the pine coffin.
They led the little boy up to the coffin,
he leaned over and Kissed his father and
sobbed, and said to his sisters; Come
on. sisters, kiss papa's cheeks before
they grow cold And the little. hungry,
ragged, whisky orphans hurried TO the
coffin shrieking in agony. Police. whose
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