The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-03-08
DOMAIN OF TEMPERANCE
THE LAST NIGHT OF BREWING.
Buffalo. N. Y.


November 80, 1918, at twelve o'clock
at night and l am still awake. l have
just gotten up, raised the blinds and
looked out the window at a big brew
cry in plain sight of this hotel, and
the smoke has died down forever. The
fires will go out before morning; and
the brewery business is done for in
the United States.
They have had fifty years of warn
ing. Every man engaged in it knew
the business was wrong, useless,
harmful, unpatriotic extremely self
ish; that it could only thrive upon the
| ruin of home, heart, fortune, soul. The
whole liquor traffic is as doomed as
Judas Iscariot. 1t will go with all the
poison drugs of the nations, opium,
| vodka, absinthe, hasheesh, whiskey,
wine, beer. They are on the run;
they cannot stand the twentieth CEN
fury light
| We are going to have dry United
States and then dry world. Some
| doubt it? Well, they inherited that
| doubt from their grandfathers. That
/ is just what the old man thought
| about piracy on the high seas, wrong
but couldn't be stopped; dueling, bar
barous but couldn't be stopped; slave
trading, slave holding, cannibalism,
polygamy, lotteries, public gambling;
all wrong but couldn't be stopped.
They have been wiped off this earth
This dying fire in a Buffalo brewery
is a symbol to me that all brewery
fires are going out and we are to have
a world free from this destroyer.
Oh, would like to preach the Cos
pei of Jesus Christ to the world with
out a saloon undoing our work; with
no brewery smoke darkening the
heavens, no brewery money corrupt
ing modern statesmen; no brewery
advertisements e bau CHI ing daily
newspapers, no breWery-owned saloons
debasing the communities of the poor;
no brewery bossism browbeating the
Presidents, or threatening Congress
men; no brewery beer, drowning our
better natures and brutalizing man.
kind; no beer-fed infants growing up,
heavy, brainless, nerveless for society
to carry; no more prenatal damna-
ton of the innocent by drink-flled
parents.
I would like to see world where
there were no saloon doors swinging
i" inward to entrap our boys, no back.
door entrances to engulf our girls;
no saloon doors swinging outward to
vomit forth drunkards staggering
home to wives more than widowed
and to children worse than orphaned;
no family entrances to teach girls to
( drink and women to curse the genera
ton yet to be-the white-slaver's op
portunity and the deathtrap of limo
cence and virtue; no rum-made, low.
+ browed thugs, and crooked politicians
+ no legalized pitfalls set for our new
h converts; no organized assassin of the
q church, school and home; no corrup.
, ton of the freeman's ballot or falsi.
l. fer of its honest count; no inherited
o. tendency to drink, no abnormal crav'
, ing for booze; race redeemed from
4 it's drug poisons; no more dope fiends
q no dreary drunkards, no opium smok'
4 ers, no vodka victims, no absinthe
drinkers, no hasheesh addicts, and no
q Christian nation insulting Heaven
G stultifying itself and hooking man
kind by raising revenue through de-
q bauching it's citizens.
a 1t will be wonderful to offer saliva
= ton to a world with no liquor traffic
or victim in it; to minds never mud
4 died; to souls not debauched, in bodies
+ uncontaminated by alcohol poison; to
lit 10.
v graded by saloon environment, or
; morally polluted by the stencil of rum
= rule. Sometimes I seem to see afar
= that bright day, when from all lands
- our greatest competitor is gone, where
our Lord will build His church, for
the gate of hell shall not prevail
+ against it.