The Washington herald., 1918-01-12

And as. the grasshopper tried 70 ad-
Just himself to q comfortable position
in the craw Of the turkey, he thought.
How big was on the sunflower; how
wizened and useless am in hereE"
So you are big or little. largely
owing to where you are In this old
world.
Man Has His Own Measure.
And yet how many little people we
have in this land. although they have
the greatest opportunities to develop
and grow, the world has ever known!
You are the one that puts the limita-
tons on your success. We put no
social, we put no financial, we place
no educational limitations upon you.
You can go just as far as your ability
and your decency will take you. And
If you are handicapped. we didn't put
it on; you put in on yourself because
OF the gang you go with and the life
you live. You are the one that puts
yourself out Of the running-not US at
ALL Now ! say the man who is sober
is bigger than the one who drinks,
and drunkards are made from mod
crate drinkers; drunkards are never
made of total abstainers-neveri One
may drink and never get drunk but
it's only those who drink that get
drunk-that's sure! So. you will never
get drunk II you don't drink! That's
four to one shot, and Q lead pipe
cinch-
You take all of the drunkards out OF
the world tonight and leave only the
moderate drinkers and you won't have
to wait long until you'll have another
crop OF drunkards. Not very long!
You can't beat the camel
There have been a good many people
tried to drink the breweries dry. They
have all had to 90 up against II and
take the consequences and since run
ming the risk OF being a moderate
drinker is so great, / commend you
to the caution OF q French minister
who was. officiating at a wedding OF
two young people. He said. Marriage
Is a blessing to a great many people,
and curse to others. and q risk to
everybody who will take the venture.
Now do you wish to take the step?"
Do you suppose that Edgar Alien
Poe dreamt when he took that first
drink Of liquor in the home Of that
Virginia gentleman that the time
would ever come when it would bring
that weird, heartbroken wall from his
lips: Take your form from or my
door; take your beak from out of my
heart ouoth the raven: Never
more. Did he dream IL? mol
And do you suppose that Tom Mar
shall, that brilliant. gifted Kentucky
orator dreamt when he stood at the
] foot OF the ladder of fame and all
Kentucky pointed to the golden sum-
NIT at the top. that his last words
would he NJ d.
Marshall dying? Dying in a Dor
rowed bed. dying under a borrowed
sheet, without a decent suit of clothes
TO bury him in?''
! 1 preached in Lexington. Kentucky,
not long ago. I was entertained in
the home OF my friend. Gen. George
\ W. Balm, the silver-tongued orator of
1 Kentucky. Pointing across the street
he said to me, "Bill, the last time l
saw Tom Marshall he was standing
on that street corner across there;
his hair hung in a tangled mass about
/ his shoulders; his eagle eyes were
| dimmed from debauchery and his thin,
worn coat was buttoned over his
soiled linen. He made his way into
I nearby barroom, traces of his great
ness still lingering upon him, and the
hangers-on shouted and cheered and
laughed at his witticisms and at his
! idiosyncrasies and his stories. Then
they cried. Give Us another one, Tom.
That's a good one" When presently
sense Of his better self seemed to
dominate him and he whirled upon
that gang Of barroom loafers and he
| said: You remind ma of bantam
! chickens pecking the sore head of ali
eagle after his wings have been bro
kent"
| Curse OF Drink.
Young men, he stood right where
you stand now, with Just as bright
, prospects before him as ever dawned
on your path. He stood In front of a
blacksmith shop in Louisville, Ken
lucky. one day, and watched a black
smith welding a piece OF redhot iron
| and as the tears trickled down his
cheeks, he said: ct would take that
piece Of iron and hold it in my
right hand until it cooled of II 1
knew 1t would take away this appe-
tite for drink"
Thirty years ago the grandson OF
one Of the greatest statemen that
, America ever produced was shot in
a saloon, in Louisville while drunk.
And while that young man was dying,
few blocks away a grandson OF one
OF the greatest men that ever went to
the United States Senate was in jail,
waiting to be tried for murder COM
| mitted while drunk. And In that
same city at that same hour, in a Do
lice station a few blosks away, dead
drunk, was lying the grandson OF the
author Of give Ne Liberty or Give
Me Death"'
Who was It? Who was it that DAN
iel Webster left the United States
Senate and went over to the House
OF Representatives to listen to? s. s,
Prentiss- oh, he came from a gifted
Southern family and they gave the
| nation their gifted son and thew sent
him to the halls Of National Congress,
and drink wrought his ruin. Horace
Greeley was his friend. Meeting him
one day on Pennsylvania Avenue in
Washington. he said TO him, Prem
tiss' why don't you give up what Is
running you7''
He said to him. Horace. ask me to
take tack-knife and cut on my arm.
! can DO that but I can't stop drink
ing"
A few days later the guests in the
st. Charles Hotel were startled by
the report OF q revolver, and s. s.
Prentiss had pierced his brain with q
bullet
So don't you let the devil fool you.-
because you Will lose out in the world,
Never! And you bring me all the
ornnkards with their appetites-they
would be fathers and husbands ana
sons and noble citizens. they'd be an
asset instead OF . liability to the uni
verse in which they live.
want to say something that will
help every one Of you. old or young.
70 put your life in italics n, that yben
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