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

the street He found his way across
to his mothers home. He importuned |
her for money to buy more drink.
She refused him. He seized from the
sideboard a revolver and ran out into
the street, and with the expressed
determination of entering the saloon
and getting more drink, money or no
money His little mother followed him
into the street. OH men of Paterson!
His fond mother follows him into the
in a loving restraint. He struck it
from him in anger, and then his sis
ter came and added her entreaty in
vain. And then a neighbor, whom he
krew, trusted and respected, came
and put his hand ON him in gentle
ness and friendly kindness, but in an
insanity of drunken rage he raised
the revolver and shot his friend dead
in his blood upon the street. There
was a trial. he was found guilty of
murder. He was sentenced to life
Imprisonment, and when the little
mother heard the verdict-a frail lit
tie bit of a woman-she threw up her
hands and fell in a swoon In three
hours she was dead.
In the streets of Freeport ILL.,, a
young man of good family became
involved in a controversy with lewd
woman of the town. He went in a
drunken frenzy to his fathers home,
armed himself with a deadly weapon
and set forth the city in search of
the woman with whom he had quar-
relied. The first person he met upon
the public square in the city, in the
daylight, in a place where she had a
right to be, was one of the most re-
fined and cultured women of Freeport.
She carried in her arms her babe, |
motherhood and babyhood. upon the
streets of Freeport in the day time
where they had right to be- but this
young man in his drunken insanity, !.
mistook her for the woman he sought
and shot her dead upon the streets |
with her babe in her arms. He was
tried and Judge Ferand, in sentencing
him to life imprisonment, said: you |
are the seventh man in two years to |
be sentenced for murder while intoxi |
Gated"
Killed His Mother.
In the city of Anderson, you re-
member the tragedy in the Blake |
home. A young man came home in
toXicated, demanding money of his
mother. She refused ii. He seized |
from the wood box a hatchet and
her. You remember he fled. The Off
GERS of the law pursued him, brought
him back. An indictment was read
to him charging him with the murder
of the mother who had given him his
birth, of her who had gone down into
the valley of the shadow of death to
give him life, of her who had looked
down into his blue eyes and thanked
God for his life. And he said, II am
guilty, / did it ALL" And Judge Me-
Clure sentenced him to life imprison-
ment.
Now have followed probably three
of the thirty-six pints of the farm
er's product of a bushel of corn and
the three of them have struck down
seven lives, the three boys who COM
mitted the murders, the three persons
who were killed. and the little mother
who dies of broken heart. And now
want to know, my farmer friend, If
this has been a good commercial
transaction for you. You sold
bushel of corn; you found a market;
you got fifty cents; but fraction of
this product struck down seven lives,
all of whom would have been con- {
sumers of your products for their life s
say that is a good economic transac-
ton to you? That disposes of the
market question until 1t is answered,
let no man argue further. a
And say, my friends, New York
city's annual drinking bill is $685.
O00.0 a year, s1.00O.000 day. Listen
a minute! That is four times the an
nual output of gold, and it is at least
one-third the value of all the coal
mined in the United States. And In
some sections of New York there is
90. .I.,A.r |
The money spent in New York by the I
working people for drink in ten years
would buy every working man in New
York a beautiful home and allow
81, 800 for house and lot. New York's {
annual drink bill would buy 73,000,000
barrels of flour, nearly a barrel for
every man and woman in the United
States. 1t would take fifty people one
year to count the money in 81 bills
and they would cover 10000 acres of
ground That is what the people of
New York dump into the whiskey ]
hole in one year. And then you Won
and that the country is not more {
How II Is Burned.
/ will show you how your money is
burned up. 1t costs twenty cents to
make a gallon of whiskey, sold over
the counter at ten cents glass, which '
brings 81. Listen! Where does 1t
go2 Who gets the twenty cents? The I
farmer for his corn and rye. Who
gets the rest? The United States s
and the big corporations, and part is
used to pave our streets and pay our
police I'll show you. I'm going to
show you how it is burned up, and !
you don't need half sense to catch on,
and if you don't understand just keep
still and nobody will never know tho
difference. +,
I say, "Hey. Colonel Politics." what
is the matter with the country?'
He swells up like poisoned pup
and says to me. bill. why the silver
bugbear? That's what is the matter
with the country"
Say! The total value of the silver
coined in this country in 1907 was
$37, sos, 900. Hear me! In 1907 the
total value of the gold produced in
this country was $94 722 900, and we
ten times that much in the
whiskey hole and didn't fill it. What
is the matter? In 1904 the total value
of all the gold and silver was $524,-
$685. 900, and we dumped three times
that amount in the whiskey hole and
didn't fill it.
What is the matter with the coun-
try, Colonel Politics? He swells up
and says, Mr.. Sunday, standpatism,
sir
l say, You are an old windbag."
"Oh," says another, revision of the
tariff Another man said, Free
trade; open the doors of the ports and
let them pour the products in and we
will put the trusts on the sidetrack"
Say, you come with me to every
port of entry. Listen Last year the
total yahle OF all the imports was ST.