The Washington times., 1919-07-01
JAG ON BON BONS
MAY BE
SALVATION
OF
THIRSTY DEVOTEES
OF THE LAMENTED
JOHN BARLEYCoRN
And nov for the candy Jag,

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descendants, scattered here and there
; in surreptitiously stocked cellars
/ flourish while they may. But all good
! things come to an end in time. and
when the last little brown soldier
is tucked beneath the sod, then for
the candy jag.
There was a time when a man had
right to climb on the water wagon
Of his own free will. He wasn't
seized roughly by the pItileSs hands
Of the law and forced to take a seat
for good on the sprinkling vehicle.
Well, you remember the greatest little
assistant to the water wagon in those
sweet days. the big, juicy. chocolate
bon bon, and how. when a man came
face to face with a swinging shutter
he grimly shut his eyes. reached
madly for a sweet morsel OF candy
and turned resoluteIy away, MUNICH
ing the while on the sweet?
Just by what process candy as
sauEed the longing for a gin rickey
or Manhattan cocktail didn't trouble
the mind OF the uninitiated. All they
knew was that it did help. q whole
lot and the sweeter the candy the
greater the help.
Chemists Know Reason.
But chemists. and those scientists
who have made study OF the inner
man and what happens to the bit Of
candy when it reaches the tummy.
know the secret The main ingredi-
ent OF candy is sugar, and this sugar
is in part transformed by processes
into alcohol-in small quantities, yes,
but into alcohol nevertheless-and
distributed into the system. Just now
many boxes Of chocolate bonbons 4
man will have to work on in order To
have born within him a desire to
climb the tower Of the City Postoffce
and wind the clock hasn't been figured
out yet, But those best versed In
the secrets OF the human system ad-
wise strongly against a mans get
ting footed up on bonbons alone.
But it's a weIl-known fact that
candy helps-and therein lies the
menace that overhanEs our fair land
in the dry days to come-the candy
sot
Can you visualize this?
44S = COlQ ana rainy nlEnL. line
supper on the table OF the little sub.
urban home is growing cold and the
children sit sobbing in the dining
room, gazing at the sad little woman
who watches the lonely road from
the car line.
Father eating" Again.
II fear fathers eating again" she
says.
Il shall go get him. 'Tis only I can
influence him in time like this" and
little Rachael. aged twelve. climbs
from her chair and wrapping her
wrap about her until her wraps
wrapped enough starts out alone
into the dark night.
She reaches the gay city. She
pushes by rough men who turn from
her with harsh laughs and flourish
candy boxes in her face. She is JOS
tied by the crowds. BraveIy she |
pushes on until she reaches a low
candy shop. All is noise and hilarity |
within. Candy-crazed voices I'LL the |
air with vulgar shoutings and tipsy |
songs. Unafraid, little Rachael en-
tiers the door. 1t isn't the first time. |
Through the haze OF tobacco smoke |
and behind pile OF empty candy car |
totns she spies her father
The rude crowd grows quiet Men |
in the act Of stuffing another bon |
bon into their mouths pause and |
watch the drama about to be enacted. |
Little Rachael walks to her father |
and touching him lightly on the |
shoulder speaks TO him.
The ChIId's Plant.
Father, oh. father, you must come !
with me. the steaks getting stale, and |
so is the tea. the children are wall |
ing, the nights getting old. mother is |
sobbing and supper is cold You |
promised, dear father. you would al
ways abstain, but ! see you're still |
eating, please try to refrain"
Her father, brushing a tear from
his Redeemed eye, throws the half
empty candy box away, and during
the scUffle that ensues for the treas
ured morsels that still remain stag
gers out with little Rachael into the
dark, dark night
Candy dealers OF Washington are
about making any wild
OF candy riots in the near
future. While the descendants Of
John Barleycorn continue their OBJ