Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1919-07-04
BON BON JAG is
SALVATION FOR
THOSE THIRSTY
DeVOtees of Late Lamentod Shark
Juice Can Hit the Candy
Trail to Dissipation.
And now for the candy iagl


John Barleycorn's dead, and his
descendants. scattered here and
there in surreptitioUsly stocked
cellars-hourish 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 man
had a right to climb on the water
wagon of his own free Will. He
wasn't seized roughly by the pitt
! less hands of the law and forced
to take a seat for good on the
sprinkling vehicle. We'll. you re-
member the greatest little assist
] ant to the water wagon in those
lsweet days, the big, juicy, choco-
late 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 morsal
of candy and turned resolutely
away, munching the while on the
sweet?
Just by what process candy as
suaged the longing for a gin rick
ey or a Manhattan cocktail didn't
| trouble the mind of the uninitiated
All they knew was that it did help,
a whole lot, and the 6weeter the
candy the greater the help.
Chemists Know Reason.
But chemists. and those scien-
lists who have made a study OF
the inner man and what happens
to the bit of candy when it reach
e5 the tummy, know tne secret.
The main ingredient of candy IS
sugar, and this sugar IS in part
transformed by processes into
alcohOl-in small quantities, yes.
but into alcohol, nevertheless-ant
distributed into the system. Just
how many boxes Of bon bons
man will have to work on in order
to have born within him a desire
to climb the tower of the court
house hasn't been figured out YET.
But those best Versed in the Sc
crets of the human system advise
strongly against a mans getting
footed up on bon bons alone.
But it's well known fact that
candy helps-and therein lies the
menace that ovorhangs our fair
land in the dry days TO come-thc
candy sot.
1dn yOu NlHudAlLg ILLS
IT'S a cold and rainy night. The
supper on the table of the little
suburban home is growing cold
and the children sit sobbing IN tho
dining room. gazing at tho sad liz
tie woman who watches the lonely
road from the car line.
Father SEATING" Again.
81 fear fathers eating again"
she says.
II shall go get him. IT'S only
can influence him in a time like
this" and little Rachael, aged l.,
climbs from her chair, and wrap
ping 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 jostled by tho crowds.
Bravely she pushes on until she
reaches a low candy shop. An Is
noise and hilarity within. Candy
crazed voices fill the air with vul-
gar shoutings and tipsy songs. Tn
afraid, little Rachael enters the
door. It isn't the first time.
Through the haze OF tobacco smoke
and behind a pile of empty candy
cartons she spies her father.
The rude crowd grows quiet
Men in the act OF stufhEg another
bon bon into their mouths pause
and watch the drama about to be
enacted. Little Rachael walks TO
her father, and touching him light
ly on the shoulder, speaks to him.
The Child's Plant
Father, oh, father, you must
come with me, the steaks getting
stale, and so is the tea. the chill
dren are wailing. the nights get
ting old, mother is sobbing and
supper is cold. You promised, dear
father, you would always abstain.
but 1 see you're still ealing, please
try to refrain"
Her father, brushing q tear from
his Redeemed eye, throws the half
empty candy box away, and during
the scuffle. that ensucs for the
treasured morsels that still remain
staggers out with little Rachael
into the dark, dark night.
Candy dealers Of Rock Island are
reticent about making any Will
prophecies of candy riots in the
near future. While the descend
ants OF John Barleycorn continue
their obscure existence. the rush
for bon bons is not expected to be