The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1919-01-18


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
il you are handicapped, we didn't put
it on: you put 1t on yourself because
yoi3the snpg yan go, with apd ne LIS l!if
yourself out Of the running--not US
at all. Now / say the man who is
sober is bigger than the one VINO
drinks. and drunkards are made from
moderate drinke re-; drunkards are
never made of total abstainers-
ne YER! One may drink and ne yer
get drunk but it's only those VINO
drink that get drunk--thatis safel SO
you will never get drunk II you don
drinxi That's a four to one shot, and
n I'D pipe cinch.
lou take all of the drunkards out
of the world tonight and leave only
the mode rate drinkers and YOU won
have to wait long until you'll have
another crop of drunkards. Not very
long, You can't beat the game!
Marriage Is Risk.
There have been a good many peo-
Pile tried to drink the breweries dry.
They have all had to go up against
il and take he consequences and
since running the risk Of being mod
crate drinker Is so great, / commend
you to the caution Of French minis
ter who was officiating at q wedding
OF wo young people. He said, Mar
rage Ia a blessing to q great many
people. and = curse to others. and a
risk to everybody who will take the
venture. Now do you wish to take the
stepT'
DO you, suppose that Edgar Allen
Poe dreamt when he took that first
drink OF liquor In the home Of that
Virginia gentleman that the time
would ever come when 1t would bring
that weird, heartbroken wall from his
lips, Take your form from off my
door: take your beak from cut OF my
heart. Quoth the Raven, Never
more" Did he dream it? No!
A Bitter End.
And do you suppose that Tom
Marshall. that brilliant. gifted Ken
lucky orator. dreamt when he stood
at the foot of the ladder of fame and
all Kentucky pointed to the golden
summit at the top, that his last words
would be: And is this the end Tom
Marshall dying? Dying in borrow
rowcd bed. dying under borrowed
sheet. without q decent suit OF clothes
to bury him IMP
/ preached in Lexington. Kentucky,
not long ago ] was entertained IN
the home OF my friend. General Geo.
w. Balm. the silvertongued orator of
Kentucky. Pointing across the street
he said 10 me. BILL the last time I
saw Tom Marshall he was standing on
that street corner across there; his
hair hung In a tangled mass about his
shoulders hts eagle eyes were dim
mned from the debanchery and hts
thin, worn coat was huttoned over hts
soiled linen. He made his way into a
nearby bar-room, 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, Their
they cried, Give us another one, Tom.
That's n good one. When presently a
sense of his better self seemed to
dominate him and he whlrled upon
that gang of bar-room loafers and he
said. You remind me of bantam
chickens picking the sore heads OF an
eagle after his wings have been
broken"
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 black
smith welding piece of redhot iron
and as the tears trickled down his
cheeks. he said, II would take that
piece OF iron and hold 1t IN my right
hand until IL cooled Oft IL knew IL
would take away this appetite for
drink"
Liquors. Candy path
Thirty years ago the grandson OF
one OF the greatest statesmen that
America ever produced WAS shot In
saloon. in Louisville. while drunk
And u lie that young man was dying
a few ylocks away grandson OF one
OF the greatest men that ever went &c
he United States senate was in Jail
waiting to be tried for murder com
,aitted while drunk And In thai
lame city at that same hour. In a po'
lice station q few blocks away. dead
drunk. was lying the grandson of the
author OF Give me liberty or give
me death"
iel Webster left the United States sen
ate and went over to the house oil
representatives to listen tor s. S
prentiS. Oh, he came from a gifted
Southern family and they gave the
nation their gifted son and they sen,
him to the halls OF the national con
gress, and drink wrought his ruin
Horace Greeley was his fnend. Meet
ing him one day on Pennsylvania ave-
nue. in Washington. he said to him
'Prenttss, why don't you give up what
ID ruing you?"
He said to him. Horace. ask me te
take a jack-knifc and cut or my arm
can do that but can't stop drink
ing"
A few days later tho guests in the
81. Charles hotel wore startled by tho
report Of q revolver, and s. s. Prem
tiss had pierced his brain with bull
let,
Down WIN Fool You.
So don't you let the devil fool you
because you will lose out In tht
world! Never: And you bring ms
al thte drunkards with their appetites
they would be fathers and husbands
and SONS and noble citizens. they'd bs
an asset instead Of a liability to the
universe in which they live,
want to say something that viii
help every one Of you. old or young
to put your life In italics so that wher
you leAve the world you will leave
something besides an epitaph on q
Tombstone or an obituary In this
newspapers. This unrest Is IN your
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