Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-11-27

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tered through your kidneys. The kid
neys are the altering plant of your
body. Every city has its altering plant
where the water is filtered before 1t
comes into your house. And every
drop of blood in your body shoots
through your kidneys and is filtered ev-
cry minute, and the Kidneys take out OF
your blood a substance known as uric
acid. puts it in your bladder and IT
passes off.
Here's a fellow that hits the booze,
and the effect OF the alcohol causes
these tissues TO become all twisted up
like this. Hence this uric acid can't
get through those tubes to get intJ
the bladder and IL is taken up by tine
circulation of his body. what's the mat
ter? He has Bright's disease. What is
Bright's disease: Nothing under heaven
but a case of too much whisky making
IL impossible for the kidneys TO do
their work properly.
The most conservative statistics OF
Uncle Sam reveal the fact that eighty
seven out of every hundred have kidney
trouble. What's the matter? Oh. they
are going down the line! And I want 20
tell YOU that these fools who are lying
and trying to sell their dirty stuff to
wreck manhood ought to be watched:
I am the friend of mankind, for I am
trying TO help men so they'll see where
they are drifting to. Some fellows think
/ am their enemy. i am mott am try
ing to protect them from the things his
ignorance leads him into.
l never study the philosopher. L never
study the effect these things have upon
him. am interested in the stagger-
ing, Keeling drunkard by my side. 1 am
trying TO add twenty years to his life.
] am trying TO pull the pillows out of
his window and put in panes of glass. /
am trying to put a carpet on his floor.
am trying to put a good dress on
the hack of his wife. 1 am trying TO
put clothes on the back Of his kids.
am trying. sir, 20 help him put a little
money in the bank to be ready for the
rainy day that will come. 1 am trying
to turn his home of misery and squalor
and want into an abode of purity and
prosperity. sir. and 1 am trying with all
NV strength to send him home with a
smile on his face instead of a stagger-
ing. vomiting. puHing, spewing, Keeling,
muttering fool stripped of his manhood.
And yet l will always leave a lot OF
men staggering down to hell no mat
ter how hard l work. But / can pass
the open saloon and shake my fist and
say to the saloon keeper: 81 am going
to put you in hell before / am through
with youH'
There is my neighbor. and I. am not
going to be fool enough to let an in
stitution exist that will damn him be-
cause it doesn't damn me. and live life
of selfishness. sir. and after nineteen
hundred years of wine wrecks, whisky
wrecks. beer wrecks, can't we see that
the only thing to do is to drive this
cursed traffic off the face of this land
and put IL where IT belongs!
And don't you know l take more vile
remarks. more damnable slurs. moro
infamous. rotten, shrinking lies sent
around by a lot of lying imps and
pimps of hell who are subsidized by
that dirty, rotten. sinking gang of
moral assassins that will do anything to
ruin the character OF a man that they
can't damn and that they can't debauch
and that they can't drag down. And
men, ] will reach down lower, I will
reach up higher. / will reach out far
Their. will preach harder. will preach
longer. / will work more to save one
poor. staggering. hopeless. helpless
drunkard from a drunlOard's grave and
a drunksrd's hell than all Of that dam
naole. infamous. vile. rotten. black
hearted. white-livered. beetle-browed
hog-jouled. weazel-eyed. sood-for-noth-
ing. dirty imps of hell and damnation,
and will fight them to hell and back
again.
The open saloon, sir is the hotbed Of
political dsmnation, rot and corruption
Ii is the breeding place Of pauperism,
misery; it is the nest of anarchy, where
hell matches it's damnable brood that
wave their red flag and sneer and damn
the Stars and Stripes and the country
that gives them bread and water and a
place TO live. IL is the incubator OF
poverty, of misery and want. 1t is the
spawning place for all the hoboes and
riff-ran and damnation, sir. I don't
know whether you have ever had
man here to preach to some of these
old bull-necked scoundrels or not.
have been through blood and thunder for
God. wife. children, nome and native
land, sir.
I have had my life threatend from
the Atlantic to the Pacific because
have announced myself the out-and-out
uncompromising foe of that business
and of its dirty, rotten. infamous. stink
ing infamy. my friends. and when the
preachers of this great country will
stop preaching essays and go to preach
ing the old gospel, my friends. We will
give the devil run for his money
sure.
The ministers can talk about infant
baptism: and the Baptists can yell
about water. water-and half OF them
are going where they can't get drop
but after ! am through here. and / am
ready to bid you a regretful good-by
you can take me out, you can tie a
milestone around my neck and dump
me over and as the waters close over
my body you will have to say: There
goes a man that wasn't afraid to preach
the truth
Will you come out next Sunday after
noon? If l don't scare that eussed
gang I'll quit,
Thirty years ago, one Sunday after
noon in Chicago 1 went down state
street with some baseball players whose
names are world-renowned. Some Of
them helped to make their fame with
the old Giants in the good old days. We
went into a saloon and tanked up.
We walked down to the corner of
State and Van Buren, streets. where the
Siegel-Cooper store now stands, II was
a vacant lot then. We sat down on the
curbstone. and there stood some men
and women playing musical instruments
and singing gospel hymns I'd heard my
mother sing in the little log cabin back
in Iowa where I was born. And bowed
my face in my hands and God painted
on the canvas of my recollection and
memory the scenes of other days, and
the faces which had long since passed
to dust in the little graveyard on the
hillside over by the little creek where
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