The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1919-02-15
LIQUOR TRAFFIC AND THE ADJUSTMENTS OF MODERN SOCIETY

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Hello there. what kind Of a mill
are YOU"
/ why, l am a flour mill
| What do you maker
! Il make flour and meal"
! What do you make II out Off"
! Wheat and corn"
us your finished product worth
more than the raw MATERIAL"
Answer is t'Yes'.
+ ;s4 \. f@td'a moe han Il
Hthe wheat?'
Yes"
, Meal worth more than the corn 20
| Yes"
you. for we've got to have something
to eat"
What kind Of a mill are you?"
| Il am a sawmilL"
What do you maker
! Boards
What out Off"
Logs"
| rs your finished product more
| than the raw material?
Yes"
| Lumber worth more than logs?''
| Yes"
Then you increase the value of
what you work with:
| Yes
Then well make laws to protect
you"
What kind Of a mill axs youy'
| "Oh, 1 am a paper mill
| What do you nakoz
! Paper"
| What out OFF,
"Suaws and rags and wood pulp"
| Is your finished product worth
| more than the raw material?"
| Yes"
Then. sir. wen make laws to pro
tect you. for we have to have paper
TO keep our great presses running
| What kind of a mill are your"
Why. l am a gin MILL
What Is your raw MATERIAL
The boys of American"
The gin mills of this country must
have 2,000,000,o00 boys or shut up
shop. Say, walk down your streets,
count the homes. and every fifth
home has to furnish a boy for a
drunkard- Have you furnished
lyours? No. Then / have to furnish
two to make up.
What Is your ram material?"
American boys
Then l will pick the boys up and
give them to you!"
A man says: Hold on, not that
boy: he is mine!"
Then ! viii say to you what n
saloon keeper said to me when /
| protested. II am not interested In
boys; to he'll with your boys"
Say, saloon. gin mill, what is your
finished product"
Saloons Product.
''Blear-eyed, iow-down. staggering
men and the scum OF Gods dirt, that
have gone to the mat and taken the
count"
A woman came to me in Ilionois.
arched her eyebrows and drew In her
mine are all girls" She said, You
can't expect me to have the same de-
gree of interest / would IL / was the
mother OF boy"
/ said to her. SISTER, your neigh
, boris boys will get your girls for wives
and when you get three or four OF
those foul drunken birds for son-in-
law. roosuns in your family tree,
you'll have a rough house On hand
and you can't side step it.
! feel good deal like q fellow In
Tennessee. He used to make his
living by catching diamond back rat
cuses- One day he was out and
caught and old diamond-back rat.
rIler. He had fourteen rattles and a
button on the end Of his tail He
put Ii in his little box with q glass
cover over IL and he came staggering
home with it under his wing. He put
II down in the yard and went to chop
some wood. His little five year-old
boy, Jim. came out, slipped the glass
back and the old diamond-back rat
tier wrtg~ied out. slipped the glass
back and the old dtanond-back rat
tier wriggied out and bit the little boy
in tho cheek and he Jerked back and
said, Papa, the RATHER bit me-"
His father came running with the
axe and made mince-neat OF the rat.
tier.
Then he took his jack-knt1e and cut
big chunks from Jim's face, where
the RATHER had bit him. and put his
lips to the wound and sucked a. hard
as he could to draw out the blood.
Little Jim's face was swollen nearly
three times its normal size, his eyes
were bloodshot and nearly popped
from their sockets. his swollen tongue
lolicd from side to side In his mouth
There were great cuts through which
the blood ooxed ana little Jim be-
came covered with variegAtod huee-
yellow. black, purple and green and
he would shiver a. With The argue
and then he'd burn a. With tina bever.
In his deiirium he'd moan and aay,
'"o Papa. the RATHER bit uttle Jim,
the RATHER bit HIM" and tho little
fellow Easped and his father laid him
on the ground by the side Of the dead
RATHER. He fell on his knees and as
the tears rolled down his sunburned
and weather-beaten face he said,
20 God l wouldn't give little Jim
for all the rattlers that ever wig
fled their carcasScs over the Blue
Ridge mountains"
l say. wouldn't give the boys OF
America for all the brewers and all
the distiliers in the universe. IN tell
you another thing. hear mel I oarva
notice on the Liquor Dealers asso-
citation Of America with their SIX hun
dred million dollar invested capital
and all their dirty. shrinking lies. and
their vilification. and all their in
famous. rotten degenerate stuff
That dirty gang OF cut throats, and
moral assasins are found up and down