The Glenwood post., 1916-07-29

him in time. got q pole myself this
time and set It down on him hard. He
squirmed and bit the pole, but bore
down and we mashed that snake till
you couldn It tell which was snake and
which was dirt.
Oh, we hit the liquor business a
pretty good whack two years ago, but
he Is crawling out again.
This year we mean to pin him down
and pound him till you can't tell which
is dirt and which is snake.
Lincoln said: "You can fool some of
the people all the time, and all of the
people some of the time, but you can't
fool all the people all the time.'' But
this new proposition of the liquor peo-
pie is so manifestly absurd on the face
of it that it seems as if you couldn't
fool any of the people any of the time
on it.
1 have compared the state to a fair
mansion with many rooms. Once a
loathesome beast dwelt in almost every
room. But they were cleansed one by
one. County after county, town after
town went dry and finally the state.
Now this beast is whining to be ad-
mitted. His tone is very different from
the arrogant one CT years ago.
"I'll not ask to dwell in the parlor,
the upper rooms as formerly. Only let
me live in the cellar. I'll be very
quiet and law-abiding."
Friends, were you ever in house
where a polecat got into the cellar!
And couldn't you smell him in the
garrett
Listen to the word of the Lord:
"When strong man armed keepeth
his house, his goods are in peace, but
when stronger than he shall come
upon him and overcome him he taketh
from him all his armor wherein he
trusted.' The strong man armed once
possessed this house of Colorado, but
stronger than he, even the Lord of
Hosts, has overcome him.
1 had vision of sorrowful woman
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hood. She was on dreary plain. The
bitter night wind swept upon her; her
feet were torn by the stones and pierced
with thorns; she was bowed beneath
burden too awful to bear. A crushed
life, a bleeding and broken heart was
hers. But she saw CLEAN, that kin
died hope within her, and as she drew
near it enwrapped her in its soft ra-
dance. 1t is the light of the restored
home, freed from the curse of drink.
But now a sinister shadow falls
across her threshold and hand drip
ping with the blood of the innocent is
reaching for the light. That is the
hand of the liquor traffic with its
deadly Beer amendment.
Sometime we will all appear at .
great assize. It is one where the court
will accept no bribes. The witnesses
will not prevaricate. The Judge asks,
"Who are you?" "I am feeble
minded child born of drinking parents,
cursed from my birth with inherited
tendencies and appetites
Poor creature, pity, not vengeance
is for you.
"And who are your" "A murderer.
/ killed man, but 1 hardly knew what
l was doing. l was drunk"
"Who are your" 81 am the man
who sold the murderer the drink that
crazed his brain and nerved his arm
to do the deed.'
"And who are your am the
owner of the building rented for greed
of gold to the saloonkeeper."
"And who are your" ~ am tie
man who voted to keep the business in
existence.
"Who are your" 81 am the woman
to whom was given the power OF the
ballot, but who was too neglectful, too
busy to use that power against the
forces of SIM
Snail not the Judge of all the earth
do right?
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