Here is a lovable trait of this great man. Moses, could not look on

and see the helpless suffer at the hands of another, even though it brought

death to himself. Forgetful of his own safety, defying the absolute power

and authority of this despot, so far as it lay in his power, against all

these odds he redressed the wrong of a fellow creature. God saw in

Moses a man whom He could use. From the golden throne he sought

a retreat, and for forty years was an humble shepherd, learning the lesson

of caring for the flocks of Jethro, before he should be called to take the

oversight of the flock of God. "He that is faithful in that which is least

is faithful also in that which is much." God called this man out of the

wilderness to go to the greatest court on earth as His ambassador. Not

one compromise would he make, still true to his prohibition principles.

God never used or blessed any man or woman that was not a prohibitionist.

Eli was one of those conservatives and said only, "Nay verily

my sons." And he got his neck broke and both of his sons killed in one

day, because he "restrained (or prohibited) not his sons in the iniquity

which he knew." Moses, although the meekest of all men, he said to

Pharaoh, "There shall not a hoof be left behind." True to the uncompromising

spirit of a great leader. When in the Mount, seeing the idolatry,

smashed the two tables of stone. Why? He would not deliver the

holy laws to a people who were insulting God. This smashing was a

demonstration of Moses jealousy for his God. After this I can see him

striding down to the place of this "ball" or "hugging". The round dance

of the present day is but a repetition of those lascivious plays, and with

his ax or hatchet he hacked up that malicious property, shaped into a

golden calf. This did not belong to Moses. It was very valuable but

he smashed it and ground it to powder and then to further humiliate these

rebels, he made them drink the dust mixed with water, then to absolutely

destroy and stamp with a vengeance this insult to God, he divided the

people and those who were "on the Lord's side" fought with these rebels

and slew (smashed) three thousand men. In one of the canonical books

of the Catholic Bible we have the story of the holy woman Judeth who

cut off the head of Hollifernese to save God's people. Esther the gentle

loving queen had the wicked sons of Haman hanged. Our supremest

idea of justice is a reward for the good and a punishment for the wicked.

We amputate the arm to save the body. David says: "I will not know

a wicked person; he that telleth lies shall not dwell in my sight."

The devil has his agents in the churches, and among those who are

doing his work the best, are a class of professors who testify that you

must not speak ill of any one, not even the devil. They are the "non-

resistives". The devil is delighted to be respected, and not fought. He

gets his work in just as he wants to and he can imitate true conversion,

if he can place in the church those who hinder a warfare against sin.

Paul said: "I tell you even weeping they are enemies of the cross of

Christ." They are the devils in light. "But there must needs be heresies

among you that they who are approved may be manifest." Persons

often propose to do something. I may not see the advisability, but because

there is action in it, I never object. Oh! for somebody to "do with

their might what their hands find to do." "Well DONE" is the best

commendation. Faith is like the wind, we cannot see it, but by the quantity

of motion and commotion. There are workers "jerkers" and "shirkers";

but through much tribulation and temptation must we enter into the

kingdom of heaven. The counterfeit proves the genuine dollar; counterfeits

are not counterfeited. So hypocrites prove the genuine Christians.

If there were not a genuine there would not be a hypocrite. Our mother

and grandmothers who went into saloons praying and spilling the poisoned

slop of these houses of crime and tears were blessed in their DEEDS.

Oh! that the W. C. T. U. would do as they did, what a reform would

take place. I love the organization of mothers. I love their holy impulses

but I am heart-sick at their conventionality, their red tape. This

organization could put out of existence every drinking hell in the United

States if they would demand it and use the power they have even without the

ballot. I intend to help the women of the Kansas W. C. T. U., but not

one that has any respect for either Republican or Democratic parties

shall ever be called on to aid me in my work, women who are not wise

enough to know that the rum voting parties are traitors, can be nothing

but a hindrance to the interests of mothers. One said to me, "You will

cause many women to leave the organization." I said: "Good riddance

to bad rubbish, the quicker they get out the better." As Nehemiah, that

grand prohibitionist, said: "What have you to do to build the walls of

our God."

CHAPTER XVI.

IN NEBRASKA.--WHAT I DID WITH THE FIRST MONEY I GAVE TO THE LORD.--

AT CONEY ISLAND.--WHAT I SAID OF MR. MCKINLEY.--IN CALIFORNIA.

"CRIBS" AT LOS ANGELES.--ARREST IN SAN FRANCISCO.--CONDEMNED BY

SOME MINISTERS.--WHISKEY AND TOBACCO ADVERTISEMENTS,

I told my manager James E. Furlong, to give W. C. T. U. and Prohibitionists

the preference, and not to charge them as much. I tried to

get into churches, but only a few would open to me. I had many inducements

financially to go on the stage but I refused to do so for sometime.

Like a little child I have had to sit alone, creep and walk. I paid my fines

by monthly installments and in December, of 1902, I settled with the court

at Topeka for the "Malicious destruction of property," when, in fact, it

was the "Destruction of malicious property."

In the spring of 1902, I went to Nebraska, under the management

of Mrs. M. A. S. Monegan. This woman had also made dates for J. G.

Woolley and other prominent prohibition lecturers. She was a thorough

prohibitionist and by conversing with her I for the first time found the

remedy for the licensed saloon. This is "National Prohibition".

I held a debate in Lincoln with Bixbee, of the Journal, a rank republican,

who used only ridicule and satire, for he had no argument of course.

I lectured for and with the "Red Ribbon Alliance" there who were so

faithfully working and praying for the abolition of the saloon. The

spring election in Lincoln was for prohibition but lost by sixty votes.

William Jennings Bryan lives there and if he, the man who poses as a

friend of the people, had opened his mouth against the saloon he could

have made this great cause more than the sixty votes. From that time

forth I knew Bryan was for Bryan and what Bryan could get for Bryan.

I lectured at the parks and chautauquas in the summer and fairs in

the fall, and at the end of the year of 1902, I had the sum of five thousand

dollars which I used to build a mission on Central Ave., Kansas City,

Kansas. In that vicinity were several dives and I told those poor criminals

that we would soon run them out. I had my brother, Campbell

Moore, to manage the erection of this brick building. The liquor men

tried to buy the ground to hinder the work, but at last the building was

finished. I was offered seventy-five dollars rent for the hall but refused

it. Then I went to the Salvation Army barracks in Kansas City, Mo.,

and offered to give it to them free of rent if they would start a mission.

They did not see their way clear to accept it. My brother told me of a

property that would suit me better for the purpose of a "Home for Drunkards'

Wives and Mothers", which I was trying to arrive at through the

mission. I went to see this property, and found it to be about two acres,

with a twenty room brick house and a good brick stable on it, nice drives

and forest trees, and while it is in the city, it is on a high elevation and

as much retired from the dust and crowd as in the country. Mr. Simpson,

the owner, sent me ten dollars while I was in jail at Wichita, and he

was anxious to let me have this home of his that he had improved himself.

I purchased this with the money I got from the other place, paying

him five thousand five hundred dollars, owing the rest. This place

is situated on Reynolds and Grandview Aves. It was not possible for me

to begin this enterprise myself, and in speaking to Myron A. Waterman,

of the Savings Bank of Kansas City, Kansas, he suggested that the "Associated

Charities" of Kansas City, Kansas, would put it to the use I

intended. I liked the idea. The society became incorporated so they

could receive the deed, which was a trust, for should the property be

used for other than what it was given for, it will revert.

The society took possession in December, 1903, and at this writing,

February, 1904, it is full, the Home of many poor and destitute, who now

have a good shelter, warmth and light free. They are expected to make

their own living. Mr. Simpson gave forty dollars to furnish one room.

The local W. C. T. U. have furnished their room and have their two

drunkards' wives in it. I here make a plea of help to enlarge this Home.

As stated there are two acres of ground and one who would give money

to this would fulfill the command to feed the hungry and clothe the naked;

these are the orphans and the widows; every dollar will be put in the

bank of Heaven.

My motive for doing this was twofold. I wanted to furnish a home

for these, the innocent results of the saloon, whose sad condition is beyond

words to describe. The people burden themselves with taxes to build

jails, penitentiaries, alms houses, insane ayslums, and reformatories to

care for the guilty results of the saloon. They pay millions to prosecute

these criminals, the result of the saloon, but no one has ever thought

of a building, or shelter for these women who are worse than widows,

who are free from any fault in this matter, but are the greatest sufferers.

I have been asked by my friends not to call it a "Home for

Drunkards' Wives and Mothers", for it would be a reflection on the

inmates. Not at all. The condemnation is on the party which makes

a demand for such a home, by voting for saloons. The question, Why?

will arise in the minds of all who see on the arch over the entrance to

this place, "Home for Drunkards' Wives and Mothers". Why? "Because

of the saloon. Let us smash the saloon and not these women's homes

and hearts." Miss Edith Short is the secretary and is at the home all

the time, and she is the right woman in the right place.

There are many persons who would like to donate to such a place.

We are waiting for funds to enlarge the place, making rooms or flats

for these dear ones. A letter directed to "Drunkards' Wives Home",

Kansas City, Kansas, will reach the place, for there is no other of the

kind in the world. It was such a relief to me when I saw that what

means I could control was used in a manner God would bless, and it was

a great source of joy to me to do something for this class. I have been

a drunkard's wife myself and I know the desolation of heart they have.

This is a worse sorrow than to have one's husband die. A wife always

feels that she might have done something to cause her husband to drink

or to quit. I believe that some men have been led to drink by women,

but it is a cowardly resort, or excuse, and the man who would make this

as an excuse is as bad as the woman that caused him to drink, if not

worse. The thief, the murderer, or any other class of criminals could

just as well blame others for their own wrong doings.

{illust. caption =

Mrs. Carry Nation's "Home for Drunkards' Wives and Children"

One of two fine properties in Kansas purchased by Mrs. Carry Nation with the

money she earned on her lecturing tours. In this way she believes she can

bring comfort into the lives now darkened and saddened by the saloon curse.}

When I was at Coney Island, I was asked, what I thought of William

McKinley's administration? I said: "I was glad when McKinley

was elected for I had heard that he was opposed to the liquor traffic.

I did not know then that he rented his wife's property in Canton, Ohio,

for saloon purposes, and after his election he had been a constant

disappointment to me; that he was the Brewers' president and did their

biddings; that we as W. C. T. U. workers, sent petitions, thousands of them

to Mr. McKinley to have him refuse to let the canteen run. That we

were willing to give our boys to fight the battles of this nation, to die

in a foreign land, but we were not willing that a murderer should follow

them from their home shores to kill their bodies and souls." This

was said at the time that he was thought to be convalescent from his

death-wound. I said: "I had no tears for McKinley, neither have I any

for his assassin. That no one's life was safe with such a murderer at

large." This roused hisses; some left the hall and there was a murmer

of confusion. One man threw a wad of paper at me, but I said: "My

loyalty to the homes of America demand that I denounce such a president

and his crowd." It was a common thing to be hissed. Once I

spoke in Sioux City, Iowa, in the church where the martyred Haddock

preached. The crowd was so large, the church was filled and emptied

three times. I had cheers and hisses at the same time. At the first

meeting I was talking at the top of my voice, the audience was clapping

and hissing and a good evangelistic brother by my side kept pounding

his fist of one hand into the palm of the other and shouting: "She is

right! She is right!" That was a great meeting, and I shall never forget

it, neither will anyone who was there. I spoke three times to audiences

that night. I have been hissed, and after giving the people time

to think, have been applauded by the same parties. "Oh, fools and slow

of heart to understand," Jesus said.

Murat Halstead, who wrote the book called, "Our Martyred President

or the Illustrious Life of William McKinley", wrote some positive

falsehoods concerning me. This Halstead has always been a defender

of anarchy or the licensed saloon.

William McKinley was no martyr. He was murdered by a man who

was the result of a saloon and could not tell why he murdered the President.

I could tell of many amusing incidents, indeed. I could fill a book

of interesting anecdotes. Once when I was among the Thousand Islands

of the St. Lawrence, in the summer of 1902, a characteristic woman with

a very low dress, with a very long train, the whole a mixture of paint,

powder, lace, flashy jewelry and corset stays, with as much exposure

of person as she dare, came to me in an affected manner, handed me a

roll saying: "I am a temperance lecturer, here is one of my bills." I

replied: "If you are such, you had better make a practical application

of temperance and cover up yourself." The change of her countenance

was instantaneous and she with a queer almost startled look said: "You

go to He--l."

Once in Elmira, N. Y. the streets were so crowded that we had to

leave the Salvation Army Hall. I climbed in a farmer's two horse wagon.

He came out of a saloon and gathered up the reins and laid the whip

to his horses, which were caught so as to let me out.

Mr. Furlong, my manager, had a keen sense of the ridiculous and

would let me alone when I started out. He said he knew I could take

care of myself. Often when I would rise to speak to the thousands in

the parks, there would be yells and groans, and a manager at Youngstown,

Ohio, said to Mr. Furlong: "She will not get a chance to speak."

Mr. Furlong said: "You watch how she will handle them." I would

always quiet them for at least a time. Once they were determined not

to let me talk. I at last went to one side of the stage and began talking

very explanatory to some parties in front. The rest wanted to hear,

so they were quiet. Then I gave them the hot-shots of truth. I always

invited interruptions by questions. I had no set speech and these questions

would bring out what the crowd wanted to hear. I like especially

the questions from those who oppose me. I have bad men to shake their

fists at me saying: "You are an anarchist and ought to be in the lunatic

asylum." One agent of a brewer in Hartford, Conn., kept on disturbing

the meeting; at last he said: "Why did Christ make wine?" I said:

"the wine that He made did not rot. His was the unfermented juice of

the grape. God made healthy fruit and grain. The devil rots them and

makes alcohol, which rots the brain, rots the body and rots the soul, and

that is what is the matter with you."

When I first began my lectures I was not taken seriously by the

people. They did not see the great principle back of the work. My

manager said: "We must make all the dates this year, for next year

it will not be so easy." I said: "You will find it easier, for I will be

more popular." He shook his head, but sure enough it was easier. We

could not fill the dates, and now the calls are more and more all over

the country.

In the winter and spring of 1903, I was in California. I was employed

by the theatrical manager of the "Chutes." Beer was sold at this resort.

Some W. C. T. U. were very much horrified that I would go to such a

place. Mrs. Hester T. Griffith, the president of the Federation of Unions

in Los Angeles, came to see me. She had been a staunch friend of mine

from the first and she went with me to the "Chutes" and introduced me.

This she did time and again saying: "If she had the opportunity to

speak at the "Chutes" she would do as Carry Nation does." This woman

was a blessing to me. She helped me to see that the stage was a mission

field. I was severely criticised by the newspapers, and especially by some

of the ministers. One from Rockford, Ill., a Rev. Dr. Van Horn wrote

a very slanderous article which I heard of through my friends there.

I was arrested in Los Angeles for some advertising my manager did

which was contrary to a city ordinance.

In Los Angeles I saw what was called the "Cribs", one of the most

disgraceful conditions. No one stayed there during the day; they were

there just for the night only. These poor degraded girls would pay two

dollars a night to the owners. I said to the women: "These city officials

are at the bottom of this. Let us go to the Chief of Police," whose

name was Elton. He would not talk to me at first. He said: "If we

close these places, these degraded girls will be over the town," when in

fact the girls only stayed there at night. I have seen so much of the

corruption of the officials that when conditions are bad in any place I

know it to be their fault.

We went as a band of missionaries to these dens of vice. At first

an officer would go before us and have the girls pull their blinds down

to prevent us from seeing or speaking to them. We found hundreds

of them who could not speak the English language, they had been brought

over by procurers for the purpose of swelling the ranks of this vice.

Mrs. Charlton Edholm who wrote "Traffic in Girls", was there helping

to rid the city of this disgrace. Her book should be in the hands of every

girl in the world. This grand woman has devoted her life work to the

rescue of girls. She is in Oakland, California, where she has a "Rescue

Home". Any one can get the book by writing her. I also met Mrs.

Sobieski, wife of Col. John Sobieski. Sister Sobieski is one who never

tires in the work for God. She is a terror to evil doers. God bless these

women for their zeal. I found some of the most aggressive christian

W. C. T. U. women I have ever seen in Los Angeles, California. I am

glad to say that in less than a year from the time I was there the "Cribs"

were closed.

I was arrested in San Francisco and spent most of the night in jail,

was put in for destroying a bottle of whiskey on this wise: A certain

saloon-keeper had just finished a very fine "criminal factory" and he

wanted to advertise it. He sent me word by my manager to call and

smash this place up. He had a fine mirror he paid one hundred and fifty

dollars for that he wanted me to smash. I knew that all he wanted was

an advertisement, but I went, not saying what I would do. He had

reporters and the house was crowded. I got up on a table to make a

speech, which, I did in this fashion: "This man has opened a place to

drug and rob poor victims. There are no clothes, no food, no books here,

nothing but what degrades men and women." Some one handed me a

large empty bottle. I said: "No I want a bottle that has some of that

fiery poison in it." I was given a quart bottle of whiskey. I held it up

and said: "None but God knows the sorrows in this bottle, the headaches,

the heartaches, the desolation, but there is no blessing or happiness

connected with it. I will do with this what ought to be done with all

its kind." So I threw it as quickly as I could behind the bar on the floor.

It fell in with some others and made a great smash. I said: "The man

wished me to make a hole in that large mirror so that curiosity would

draw others into this snare to catch our boys." I gave the best rebuke

for the occasion I could, then I went to my hotel, retired, and about

twelve o'clock an officer came to my door. I dressed and went with him

to the station. I stayed there until nearly three in the morning. While

there I saw one continual stream of poor, drunken wretches, men and

women, brought in. My manager came and took me out on bail. Next morning

I appeared in court, was my own lawyer. The case was put off two

days, then I was discharged. The saloon keeper withdrew the charge.

This was done, to advertise this man but the way that I advertise has

never done the whiskey business any good.

There is a great art in advertising. Jacob was the first one I read

of in the Bible who was aware of this art and science, when he placed

the rods before the cattle. The eye is the window by which the inner

man, who does not think, is mostly taught. There is no business in

America so much advertised as the whiskey and tobacco business. Both

are destructive in their influence on the morals and the health of the

people. We would be better off without these articles. The interest of

these manufactories are built up in proportion as they can catch the

unwary who see these signs that are suggestive. One of the most notorious

signs is "Wilson's Whiskey That's All". Yes that is ALL it takes to

ruin your homes. That is all it takes to break a mother's heart. That

is all that is needed to build houses of prostitution and that is ALL that

it requires to break up every impulse of justice and love and happiness.

That is ALL that it takes to fill hell. How my heart is stirred when I see

this: "Remember me, Oh, my God!"

Whiskey or tobacco never introduce their products by reason or

arguments, they never appeal to thought, but suggestion or temptation,

and as oft as the eye is lifted, as one walks up the streets of our cities

there are hundreds of advertisements to meet the gaze; most every one

has a false basis. For instance there is a sign: "Old Crow Whiskey."

This is slandering the crow, for there is not a crow or vulture that will

use a drop of this slop. There is: "Chew Bull-dog Twist," and "Bull

Durham Tobacco." There is not a dog or bull that uses tobacco. There

is the, "Royal Bengal Tiger Cigarettes." This is taking advantage of these

animals because they can not defend themselves. There is the: "Robert

Burns and Tom Moore cigars." There was not a cigar in England when

Burns or Tom Moore lived. I have seen a life-size picture of Abraham

Lincoln advertising cigars, when Lincoln was a teetotaler from cigars or

any intoxicating drink. He promised his mother that he would never

use them and kept his promise to his death. This is slandering the dead.

I never remember seeing the "Grant Cigar". He died with tobacco cancer.

It is said that Mr. McKinley would have recovered but his blood

was bad from nicotine.

CHAPTER XVII.

MY VISIT TO WASHINGTON, D. C.--ARRESTED IN THE SENATE CHAMBER.--

TAKEN OUT BY OFFICERS.--THE VICES OF COLLEGES, ESPECIALLY YALE--

ROOSEVELT A DIVE-KEEPER.

In February, of 1904, I went to Washington, purposely to call on

Mr. Roosevelt, the President. Was refused an audience. While in the

office of Secretary Loeb, a delegation of politicians, republicans and

democrats, came out of the president's apartments with their mutual

admiration compliments and suavity of political tricksters.

I asked them what difference there was in their parties? They

looked silly and said nothing. Mr. Loeb said: "We do not wish any

questions on the subject." I said: "It is a civil question, it ought to

have a civil answer." Mr. Loeb called to a police to take me out. I

said: "If I was a brewer or distiller I could have an interview. As a

representive mother, I ought to be received. I wished to ask him why

he practiced the vice of smoking cigarettes? Why he has never said a

word against the licensed saloon when it is the greatest question that

ever confronted the homes of America? Why he had a coat of arms on

his flag? Why he brought a dive into Kansas? I was taken outside

in a very orderly manner by two policemen, something unusual, for I

am hustled and dragged generally.

Then I went to the Capitol. I called to see Senator Cockrell from

Missouri. I asked him his opinion on the liquor traffic. He got excited

immediately. He said: "I want no one to mention that subject to me."

I said: "It is strange to me that you do not want to converse on the greatest

subject before the American people." He became so indignant that

he stamped his foot and threatened to have me put out of the building.

I also became indignant, and stamped my foot, and said: "Down with

your treason! Down with your saloons! You are sent here to represent

the interest of the mothers and their children, and you insult a

representative mother because you are representing the interest of the

brewers and distillers." During this speech of mine he was making

tracks up the corridor. Then I went to the House of Representatives

and the Senate Chamber. My "spirit was stirred within me", to see at

the head of the American people the bitterest enemies to the defense of

the homes of America, the very thing our forefathers intended to secure

to this people. I wanted to do some "Hatchetation", that not being possible,

I thought I would do some agitation. I took a position in a lobby

near a door. I rose to my feet, and with a volume of voice that was

distinctly heard all over the halls I cried aloud: "Treason, anarchy and

conspiracy! Discuss these!" I knew that I would be put out, but I

selected these three words to call the attention to the fact that these were

more necessary to be discussed than any other subjects. And these were

the very ones they were avoiding most. I was taken down to the police

station. Court was in session. I had my trial and was fined twenty-five

dollars. I made my own plea before the judge, as I had no lawyer. I

justified myself upon the same principle that a man would to give a fire

alarm. The judge said that he sympathized with my cause but he gave

me the maximum fine. I have had just such sympathy as this from all

republican judges. The kind of sympathy that a cat has for a mouse

when she crushes the bones between her teeth.

I am a loyal American. We want true Americans to represent the

principles of Americans. I had my prejudice increased against Mr.

Roosevelt when I heard of the "coat of arms" on his flag, in violation of

every principle of American citizenship. We have no "my lords" in this

country. The people rule here and not the president, for he is the servant.

The brewers of America are mostly German and Dutch, and of

course the Dutch president is their friend. Roosevelt is also a member

of the Order of Eagles, the strongest liquor organization in the United

States. Oh, shade of American heroes look down and condemn this outrage

to your ashes. I have it from three eye witnesses that Roosevelt

smokes and did smoke cigarettes. His secretary, Mr. Loeb, denied this

to Mrs. Dye Ellis, but Mr. Roosevelt dare not deny it. The minister for

Mr. McKinley denied he rented his property for saloon purposes, but

the Chicago New Voice proved he did. I am so true a Daughter of the

Revolution that such a president as Theodore Roosevelt is an insult to

my sires. And last March when he came to Topeka, Kansas, he outraged

every loyal citizen of the state by bringing into it a dive and all

who wished an intoxicating drink could get it by tipping the waiter. Let

his ministers deny this for him also. He ought to have been arrested

as any other dive-keeper.

This President who enjoys the sport of killing innocent animals,

this man who costs the people more than any other president, who has

so little regard for the people's treasury that he spent a quarter of

a million to look at the American fleet and took the treasured relics

of the people and sold them to a junk shop, vandalism!

MY VISIT TO YALE UNIVERSITY.

I have been to all the principal universities of the United States.

At Cambridge, where Harvard is situated, there are no saloons allowed,

but in Ann Arbor the places are thick where manhood is drugged and

destroyed. Also Yale, the latter being the worst I have ever seen. I will

insert two letters which I got on March 1st, 1904, and have received several

more of the kind from the students:

"Dear Mrs. Nation:--As an ardent prohibitionist and an enemy of

the liquor traffic, I feel obliged to bring to your notice some of the things

that are served to the young men at Yale Dining Hall by the college

authorities." (In this letter were several bills of fare.) "You will see

how many of the dishes are served with intoxicating liquors as sauces.

Yale is supposed to be a christian college, but to give boys these poisons

by consent of the college authorities is nothing more or less than starting

them on the road to hell! Please give this matter your earnest attention

and see if you can not stamp this serpent out."

"Dear Mrs. Nation:--Although it pains me deeply, I feel it my duty

to inform you that even after your soul-stirring address of warning and

reproof, the Devil still grins at Yale Dining Hall. The enclosed menus

tells the story. The hateful practice of serving intoxicating liquors has

not ceased. Capt. Smoke holds open wide the gates of hell. Oh, this

is terrible! Satan loves to shoot at brightest marks.

"Here are eight hundred shining young souls, the cream of the

nation's manhood, on the broad road which leadeth to destruction. God

help us. Assist us, Mrs. Nation; aid us; pray for us. Let the world

know of this awful condition and rouse the public indignation until it

has ceased. Publicity will do it. Let the world know that Yale is being

made a training school for Drunkards, and Capt. Smoke will never dare

to serve liquors again. A LONE BUT TRUE FRIEND OF THE TEMPERANCE

CAUSE."

I spoke to the students at the entrance of their dining hall. They

spoke up and told me that "Champagne" was served on their ham three

times a week. They gave me the menus, and on them were: "Claret

Wine Punch", "Cherry Wine Sauce", "Apple Dumpling and Brandy

Sauce," "Roast Ham and Champagne Sauce," and "Wine jelly". While

I was talking to the young men, many were smoking cigarettes in the

entrance of the dining hall, which was contrary to rules, but Capt. Smoke

only laughed at this practice of vice. There should be an investigation

and that quick. Students are crying for it. Faculties should demand

of students a high standard. At Yale the students are pleading for a

moral faculty.

I then went to the Y. M. C. A., and found on the first floor, billiard

tables, cigars and cigarettes; they also have a "smoking room." A poor

mother wrote to a friend of mine in New Heaven to please use her

influence to save the boys. That her boy wrote her that the brandy was

so strong on the food that it made his head dizzy. One poor boy said

that he did not wish such food but that he had no other to eat. Students

are crying out against this outrage. While I was there a "Smoker" was

advertised to be held by the law students. A student told me that a

beer wagon was engaged by the Seniors of Sheffield School of Yale for

their wrestling match procession. These Seniors upon application can

get a tin cup and help themselves to this rotten slop that will destroy

their willpower and make them slaves of the drink habit. What can be

expected of Freshmen if Seniors set such an example? This will show

what it leads to:

The demoralization of the students is talked of universally. They have

what is called Freshman "Games", which are as follows: Upon appointed

evenings they will meet at a select hotel (saloon). They take their

places at the table, then, each one at the table, "sets them up" to all the

rest. If there are twelve at the table each one gets twelve drinks. You

can imagine the "games" after such a debauch. I saw some young men

there from Kansas and I asked them: "Why do you come to Yale?" I

would never send a boy of mine to Yale. If I had a hundred I would

send them to a state, that made such things a crime. Here is a college

that has received donations of millions lately, that young men may be

prepared and fitted for stations of moral, mental and physical eminence

and it is a school of vice to a great extent. The distillers and brewers

dominate the republican party and they are the controlling party at

Yale and will desolate and enslave our darling boys. I went to see the

president of Yale, Professor Hadley, and I asked him about these things.

He said he thought the intoxicants were "fruit juices". I spoke of the

smoking. He said he used to think it was wrong but when he went to

Germany he saw they smoked there. He was taught it was wrong in

America but when he saw it in Germany he thought better of the vice

and is now teaching it to our boys. People ought to demand another

faculty or refuse to patronize such a school.

While I was at Harvard I saw Professors smoking cigarettes. Parents

should demand that the teachers in these colleges and schools should

be free from the practice of the vices of drinking intoxicating liquors

and the use of tobacco. I hope we will have some generous hearted man

who will donate to build a college in Kansas with the capacity of Yale.

What a shame to have professors in our schools aping the vices of

foreigners.

These same professors are the followers of Huxley and Herbert

Spencer, who did far more to make the world ignorant than wise. Huxley

saw in man only the elements of a weed. Herbert Spencer would

have destroyed all family life. Such men as these degrade thought and

see only the animal. "For after that in the wisdom of man, the world

by wisdom knew not. Yet it pleased God by the foolishness of preaching

to confound the wise" (as a fool would determine wisdom).

The great controversy between Yale and Harvard now, is, which shall

excel in brute force, and foot-ball seems to be the test. Colleges were

founded for the purpose of educating the young, on moral, intellectual,

and spiritual lines. The test of these is oratory, debate, intellectual

contests. It used to be conceded, that the mind made the man, now the

forces of the mule and ox are preferred.

Taft, of the noted 'Taft' Cigar has position of lecturer, and the

inference is, there will be more vile cigars smoked than ever, under such

patronage.

Oh, mothers and fathers! Rise in protest against these outrages,

slaughter, bloody anarchy, and treason.

CHAPTER XVIII.

PROHIBITION OR ABOLITION.--WHAT IT MEANS.--THE FREE METHODISTS AND

OTHER MINISTERS ENDORSE THE WORK.--A CATHOLIC PRIEST'S ENDORSEMENT.--

MODERN DEBORAH.--JOHN P. ST. JOHN.

God is a politician; so is the devil. God's politics are to protect and

defend mankind, bringing to them the highest good and finally heaven.

The devil's politics are to deceive, degrade and to make miserable, finally

ending in hell. The Bible fully explains this. The two kinds of seed

started out from Abel and Cain, then Ishmael and Isaac, Esau and Jacob.

There are but these two kinds of people. God's crowd and the Devil's

crowd. The first law given and broken in Eden was a prohibition law.

God said: "Thou shalt not." The devil tempted and persuaded the first

pair to disobey. He did it by deceiving the woman. The fact of redemption

now is to bring them back to the law of God. What is law? God

says that sin is a transgression of law. Blackstone says: "Law commands

that which is right and prohibits that which is wrong." Law is

one, as truth is one. It is not possible to make a bad law. If it is bad,

it is not a law. We have bad statutes. Law is always right. Nothing is wrong

that is legal, and wrong may be licensed, but never legalized. I find lawyers

who do not understand this. I often hear the term "legalized saloon".

When I was passing the building of the supreme court in New York City,

on Madison Avenue, I read an inscription on one of the marble statues

representing a judge with a book on either side of the door: "Every law

not based on wisdom is a menace to the state." This is a false, misleading

sentence for all law is wisdom. It might have read: "All statutes not based

on wisdom, are a menace to the state." Then at the base of the statue

of a soldier, on the other side of the entrance, was this statement: "We

do not use force until good laws are defied." Which ought to read: "We

do not use force until laws are defied." Such ideas as these are corrupting

courts, and biasing the public mind, and the injury is more than apparent

to the observer. If law is not a standard, what standard can we

have? We must have one. We repeat again: "Law commands that

which is right and prohibits that which is wrong." Any statute that does

this is lawful. Any that does not, is anarchy.

God is truly the author of law. The theocratic form of government

was perfect and the only perfect government that ever existed, we need

no other statutes than those that God gave. He said: "We must not

kill a bird sitting on her young; must not see our enemy's beast fall under

his burden and not help him rise." And the refinement of mercy was

taught in the statute that said: "You must not kill the mother and lamb

in one day; must not seethe a kid in its mother's milk; must not muzzle

the ox that treadeth out the corn." The use, and the only use, of law is

to prevent and punish for sin. All law has a penalty for those who violate

it. Governments that are the greatest blessing to its citizens are those

who can prohibit, or abolish the most sin or crime. Crime is not prevented

by toleration, but by prohibition. Nine of the ten commandments

are prohibitive and begin with: "Thou shalt not."

The success of life, the formation of character, is in proportion to

the courage one has to say to one's ownself: "Thou shalt not." It is

not the man or woman who has no temptation to sin, who has the strong

character, but the man or woman who has the desire but will not yield

to sin. Some people ask: "Why did God make the Devil?" The Devil

is God's fire. Like an alchemist God is purifying souls. The Devil is

an agent in salvation. "Every Devil in hell is harnessed up to push every

saint into heaven."

Those who are counted worthy to enter into the delights of that

heavenly land are those who have had their "fiery trials," tried and made

white. Man would have no credit and could not hear: "Good and faithful

servant;" if he had no temptations to do otherwise, man would be

but a mere machine.

God has never used for his work, any but those who prohibit evil.

The pilgrim fathers were forced from the mother country because this

principle of prohibition burned in their hearts. When England would

oppose the colonies, it was prohibition that smashed the tea, over in Boston

harbor. George Washington was put at the head of the colonial

armies that prohibited, by much bloodshed and suffering, the oppression

from the mother country. Our Civil War was the result of the principle

to abolish or prohibit the slavery of the colored race. Now we have a

worse slavery than England threatened us with or the poor blacks suffered

at the hands of their taskmasters. This slavery of soul and body,

is one that leads to eternal death. The forces of God are with the abolition,

or prohibition of wrong. The forces of darkness and death are with

those who are willing to be led captive by the Devil at his will, and to

lead others under this grievous yoke of those who are trying to perpetuate

the cause of evil.

There are men who desire to be loyal, who are voting for license

or in license parties, because they do not stop to think. The people are

generally right on all questions. They go wrong more for lack of thought,

than for lack of heart. Edmund Burke, the greatest English stateman,

said: "The people have as good government as they deserve." Because

the people have always had the power, and in America especially, they

are sovereign. The president and all others in office, are but servants

of the people. In another chapter I have given what the supreme court

says about the impossibility of licensing wrong by law, or according to

law.

Hear the language of the Declaration of Independence: "We hold

these truths to be self evident, that all men are created free and equal,

that they are endowed by their creator, with certain inalienable rights,

that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, that to

secure these rights, governments are instituted among men deriving their

just powers from the consent of the governed." The licensing of intoxicating

drink results in suicide and murder, whether or not the saloon-

keeper or state be held responsible. Some one is. Who? The man who

consents to or aids by his vote is most criminal. It is said that drink

kills a man a minute. Suppose that we had a war that killed a man every

five minutes. Would there not be howling for an end of bloodshed. This

is more than ten times worse, for the soul is more valuable than the

body.

Freedom or liberty in animals is following instinct and underlying

appetite. Not so with man; to the reverse. It is the freedom of conscience

and will, from the bondage of ignorance of the person, the gratification

of appetite and passion. The body is a good servant, but a tyrant

when it is master. A man must be master or slave. One must first, like

Daniel, "purpose in his heart that he will not defile himself". Liberty

or freedom is only attained by prohibition of opportunity to do wrong

to ourselves or allow any one else to do so. Citizenship not only requires

one to obey law but must see that others do so also.

The principles of government are founded on liberty and self-control.

Drunkenness is a loss of self-control. Anything that animalizes men,

is a menace to the life of the state and prevents the purpose of government.

Thus replacing the weapon of destruction in the hands of its foes

and the danger is great, because so many citizens are under the domination

of their own will and passion. This class is being multiplied by

this licensed crime. These willing classes are an integral part of the

nation. By licensing rum, we are fostering a power that is increasing

the weakness, and preventing the self-control of its citizens. This is

conspiracy, treason, black as night. Some plead the revenue of our

wealth. Our wealth is in our citizens. The state can not add to its

treasury at the expense of its manhood without punishing herself. The

state must guard the character of its citizens. It can not make them

honest but it must punish dishonesty; can not make them humane, but

it must prohibit an act of inhumanity; and should oppose and forbid

every license that man would desire or try to obtain that which would

allow such gratification of the animal over the moral.

The nation is what its homes are. The family first, then the nation.

Nothing can injure an individual or a family that is not an injury to

the state. The fight for firesides means a fight for our national life.

Our revolutionary sires fought for this. This is the fight that Carry A.

Nation is making. It is the heart of love, liberty and peace. Some of

these thoughts I have copied from an article I read on a few leaves of a

torn pamphlet, no name. But the writer has the true meaning of government.

I am a prohibitionist because I am a christian. I want to get

to heaven. None but prohibitionists ever do. Hell is made for those

who take license to sin.

HELL'S CONSPIRACY.

England has the same struggle that we have. The government conspiring

against the people. This article from the pen of Lady Carlisle

tells of the same vile plot the Prime Minister of England sustains, the

brewer against the people, just as Roosevelt and his crowd here:

THE PEOPLE'S STRUGGLE AGAINST THE LIQUOR TRADE.

(Spirited appeal by Lady Carlisle.)

Throughout the past year we have been face to face with a grave

crisis in the history of our temperance movement, but the present Session

of Parliament is the moment of our most imminent peril.

In March, 1903, the Prime Minister, surrendering to the threats of

the liquor trade, recklessly attacked the Magistrates because in the public

interest they had here and there reduced the number of licensed houses,

and he declared to the Brewer's Deputation that in so doing the Magistrates

had been guilty of "gross injustice," and that "to such unjust confiscation

of property the Government could not remain indifferent." In

April the Government supported Mr. Butcher's Compensation Bill, and

in August Mr. Balfour gave a pledge in the House of Commons that the

Government would introduce legislation "at the earliest possible moment

in the following Session," which would put an end to the present "wide-

spread feeling of insecurity on the part of English license-holders."

Since the Prime Minister made these pronouncements, our forces

have everywhere set themselves in array to fight the impending legislation,

by which the 'Trade' is to be endowed at the expense of the nation's

welfare, and is to have its privileges and its powers greatly increased.

The government, having yielded to the dictation of the Publican interest,

indicated that either the Magistrates must be hindered from exercising

their ancient power of not renewing annual licenses when in their

discretion they deem such renewal to be against the public good; or else

that some measure of compensation must be enacted, whereby this wealthy

liquor monopoly should have its huge financial profits made permanently

secure by the grant from Parliament of a vested interest in their

licenses. If after the passing of such a measure the Magistrates should,

for the protection of the people, refuse the renewal of a license, the holder

of that speculative public-house investment would be by law guaranteed

against loss. He would thus no longer need to insure himself against

the risk of non-renewal, for the State would have turned this annual

license into a freehold property. Then for the first time this dangerous

'Trade' would have obtained that fixity of tenure which it has so long

coveted, but which Parliament in its wisdom has always vigorously refused

to grant; and the nation, which has already too long suffered under the

oppression of the Liquor Traffic with its terrible licensed temptations,

would then be permanently crushed under one of the most perilous of

all the political tyrannies that ever sapped the strength and the freedom

of a great people. For these Liquor Traffickers have proclaimed cynically

their anti-social aloofness, from the ideals of good citizenship; "they

know no interest but their own," and their defiant boast is heard at all

elections, "Our Trade our Politics."

Today the people and the 'Trade' have come to close quarters in

their conflict; and all Temperance workers must join with dedicated

fervour in unremitting and widespread agitation, till the danger is past.

Deep and living must be the zeal and the faith that inspire our work.

The campaign of protest and of "active resistance" has started vigorously,

and it must never slacken till victory is won. Day by day the pressure

of public opinion must increase, till the impression made on Parliament

by resolutions and petitions shall be overwhelming. The struggle against

the 'Trade' and its Government backers is hard, but we must fight straight

on, for the issue is of vital importance and we should be ready to make

a determined and triumphant resistance to the Prime Minister's sinister

and unashamed attempt to sell our immemorial rights to England's

most dangerous foe, that gigantic Drink Trade, which lives and thrives

on the sorrow and degradation of our people.

The worth of our temperance party as a fighting force is once more

being tested, and I trust that we shall not be found unworthy servants

of the great cause which is in our keeping. It rests with the Temperance

stalwarts, leading the conscience of the nation, to win the day. They

fought and they won the same battle in 1888, and again in 1890, and the

achievement of those years can assuredly be repeated today, if we rightly

grip the principles that underlie our old Temperance beliefs, holding fast

to them without wavering or losing heart, and if we work ever zealously,

glowing with the cheerful faith which belongs to those who know that

Right will win in the long run, if only reformers are patiently steadfast

in their task, even when the ultimate goal is not yet in sight. We must

spend ourselves, still marching with our faces set.

ROSALIND CARLISLE,

President North of England Temperance League.

President British Women's Temperance Association.

THIS ARTICLE IS FROM THE TEMPERANCE WITNESS OF NORTH OF ENGLAND.

This explains the danger to honest trade. The reason why we have

capital against labor. The concentration of money without compensation

to labor. The funds that accumulate corrupt the government and enslaves

the people:

THE CAUSE OF BAD TRADE.

"Every shilling invested in the liquor traffic inflicts a distinct injury

to the cause of labor, for there is no trade which pays less wages in

proportion to its receipts than the traffic in intoxicants. If therefore the

capital which is now invested in the manufacture and sale of these liquors

could only be turned into other channels there would be no difficulty in

finding an honest wage for an honest day's work for every unemployed

laborer in the land. Let us illustrate this. In a blue book on wages and

production, issued from the Board of Trade in 1891, it was stated that

for every L100 received in mining, L55 went in labor; of every L100 in

shipbuilding, L37 went in labor; of every L100 in railways, L31 went in

labor; of every L100 in cotton manufacturies, L29 went in labor; but of

every L100 in brewing, L7 only goes into the pocket of the workman. The

same result was shown in another way by Mr. W. S. Caine, M. P., when

he said: 'He was in Scotland, in the neighborhood of a very large soap

factory. He was shown in the locality twelve old cottages and one hundred

new ones. A short time ago the soap factory was a distillery, and

then the twelve old cottages sufficed for all the men the industry employed;

but when it was turned into a soap factory it became necessary to build

one hundred cottages to accommodate the extra hands which the manufacture

of soap required.'

The shutting up of the distillery and the building of these hundred

cottages meant increased trade to all the local shopkeepers, and in turn

this benefited the wholesale trade and caused increased employment. The

way in which labor is starved by the liquor traffic is further illustrated

by the following facts:-

The Publicans' Paper says: "Two breweries in Sheffield turn out

50,000 barrels of beer a year each, but they only employ 660 men. An

Edinburgh Distillery with a turnover Of L1,500,000 a year only employs

150 men. An Iron Ore Company in Cumberland, with a turnover of

L250,000 a year, employs 1,200 men. Our largest ironworks employ 3,000

men each for the same turnover that the distillery employs 150."

Say She Is Insane. From a minister, Rev. William Ashmore, D. D.--

"They say Mrs. Nation in insane. The wonder is that tens of thousands

of mothers and widows are not insane along with her. The wonder is

that instead of one hatchet slashing away among the decanters there

are not ten thousand of them all over the land. To stand by the grave

of a husband or son ruined by drink is enough to drive a woman crazy.

Instead of criticising Mrs. Nation, let us turn on those heartless saloon-

keepers and the negligent and responsible judiciary and that indifferent

and callous community. They are the ones who put the edge on Mrs.

Nation's hatchet. The Master said: 'If these should hold their peace

immediately the stones would cry out.' It is because those pledged to

public order hold their peace that Mrs. Nation's hatchet is flying about."

A Catholic Priest. Mendota, Minn.--"Mrs. Carry Nation. Dear

Sister:--These days back the season's routine duties of a Catholic priest

have prevented me from expressing to you my sympathy and my admiration

for your pluck. You are the John Brown of the temperance cause.

Your smashing of saloon fixtures has been but a very little thing beside

the effect it had, and was bound to have, all over the country, and the

world, in building up backbone and courage and holy emulation in hundreds

of thousands of those reading of it. You are a credit to womankind

and humanity; you are infinitely more deserving of the gratitude

of the country than are the men at the head of our armies and fleets

in needless and demoralizing war. I want to send you $2.00 but have

some fears it may not reach you safely if I enclosed it herein. Praying

that the Lord may comfort and sustain you, I am yours very respectfully,

MARTIN MAHONY.

Trinadad, Colorado, Feb. 28, 1901.--Dear Carrie Nation:--Go on

save all you can. If it had not been for the drink and dance halls I

would not be at deaths door at the age of 28. I am thankful to have

enough life to repent, MINNIE MAY.

Mrs. Nation a Modern Deborah.. Thus Saluted by the Boston, W. C.

T. U., at Memorial Service in Honor of Francis Willard. Boston, Mass.--

Mrs. Carry Nation, the strenuous Kansas temperance reformer, was

hailed as a "modern Deborah" at a meeting of the local W. C. T. U.

yesterday afternoon in the vestry of Park Street Church. Not a dissenting

voice was heard from among the gathering of perhaps 200

women, but all over the room there was audible expressions of approval

of the Characterization, which was applied by Mrs. Mary H. Hunt, a

prominent member of the local branch of the union. Mrs. Hunt said

that Mrs. Nation is like Deborah of the Book of Judges, who led an

army of 10,000 men to victory against her country's enemies, when not

a man could be found to lead the enterprise. She aroused unmistakable

evidences of indorsement from her audience when she remarked that

the lady with the hatchet can truly say, "Until I arose, there was no

man to punish unpunished rebellion against the law." Mrs. Hunt concluded

by saying that thoughtful reformers are waiting with much interest

to see what will be the result of Mrs. Nation's cyclonic campaign.

A Son Wrecked By Liquor. "Some day the mothers of this country

will burn all the saloons and never a man in all the land will dare to

check them."--New York Journal.

DEAR MRS. NATION:-I am one of these mothers and would be willing

to help you to wreck or burn these saloons. I have a son who is a

wreck from the accursed stuff. Oh! 'tis a dark blot on this republic. Even

Mohammedans do better than we, a Christian people, for in all Turkey

one can not purchase strong drink. But it follows our flag wherever

it is planted. Let me know if I can help you. MRS. P. D. OLIVER.

Helen M. Gougar, Lafayette, Ind., writes: "I want to thank the

editor of the SMASHER'S MAIL for the good she has done by her unique

method of campaigning against the liquor traffic. Her message has gone

around the globe for everybody has heard of Carrie Nation and her

hatchet. By the way I think the funniest thing on the pages of history

is the scare that has caused men (God save the mark!) to bolt and bar

their doors and turn pale with fright, because one little, old enthusiastic

lady was headed their way!! Oh, ye braves!! You are almost as brave

as if you used your opportunities to protect your offspring from the

accursed liquor traffic. Let the smashing go on."

Far Away New Jersey. Camden, N. J.--"Mrs. Carry Nation: DEAR

SISTER:--When our New Jersey Prohibition Conference was held at

Trenton February 14, we sent a telegram to you endorsing your work

in Kansas, a prohibition State. It was signed by our former candidate

for governor, Rev. Thomas Landon, Rev. James Parker, a former state

chairman, and myself, who offered the resolution. Not having received

an acknowledgement, I do not know that you received it; if so, will you

kindly let me have a word from you to give to our State Convention

that will be held May 7? I wish New Jersey had either statutory or

constitutional prohibition, there would be some smashing done here,

too. Yours for the extermination of the liquor traffic, D. W. GARRIGUES."

What St. John thinks of my work in Kansas: John P. St. John,

who was governor of Kansas twice and once headed the National Prohibition

ticket as candidate for President of the United States, warmly

indorses the acts of Mrs. Nation in her crusade against the liquor traffic.

In a letter written to Judge W. J. Groo from Olathe, Kans., he likens

her crusade to that of John Brown against slavery. The letter was not

written for publication, but Judge Groo secured permission to give it

to the World. It says: "My dear Judge: It was almost like grasping

the hand of an old friend to receive your letter of the 31st ult. Mrs.

Nation is all right. She is engaged in the very laudable business of

abating what our statute declares to be a common nuisance. She is not

crazy, nor is she a crank, but she is, a sensible Christian woman and has

the respect of our best people. Her crusade is much like that of John

Brown's, and I hope and pray that it may terminate as disastrously to

the liquor traffic as John Brown's did to human slavery. How much

more in accord to Christianity it would be if our government would use

its soldiers to protect our own homes in our own country, instead of

sending them 8,000 miles away to destroy the homes of a people who

wanted to be our friends and whose only offense is their love of human

liberty, the same that actuated our Revolutionary fathers four generations

ago. Yes, the Leavenworth mob was an awful affair and a burning

shame and disgrace to Kansas. But it seems that under the reign of

William of Canton the burning of negroes at the stake and the killing

of Filippinos has become a very popular source of amusement. Very

truly your friend, JOHN P. ST. JOHN."

SOME OF THE RESULTS OF THE MRS. NATION TEMPERANCE CRUSADE IN KANSAS.

(By Rev. H. A. Ott, in Lutheran Observer.)

Since sending my last article on the Nation temperance crusade,

the writer has received a large number of letters thanking him for the

article, many of which asked for a second article giving the results of

the movement after it had spread over the State. This is the only

apology for my intruding a second time on your columns. From these

letters I find that the good people of the East do not and can not understand

the situation here, because the laws and public sentiment here are

so different from what they are in eastern States. It seems strange to

us to find many good people in the East indirectly supporting the saloon

by their wholesale condemnation of a woman who has had the courage,

nagged on by what she has suffered from the drink devil through a former

drunken husband, to go right into the drink dens and smash their bottles and

fixtures with a hatchet. The smashing of joints and joint fixtures

is at an end without doubt as far as Kansas is concerned, although

Mrs. Nation still believes that that method of suppression of a public

nuisance is the very best. However, the effect of that smashing has been

to marvelously stir up the officers of the law, our legislature, and

public sentiment all over the State. Mrs. Nation was let out of jail on

the bond signed by Rev. J. B. McAfee, an esteemed member of my

congregation here. Her bond now is a bond to keep the peace, and her

smashing is at an end.

The times were ripe for just such a movement. The people of Kansas,

through the indifference and neglect of her officers of the law, saw

the jointists getting bolder every day, having their fines paid by the

breweries and distilleries of other States, until they started in to give

the State "open" saloons, with all the brazen ways in the East, Then

Mrs. Nation came. Everything was ripe for a reaction against all this.

The coming of this woman was simply the lighting of the match which

set off a temperance pyrotechnic display which has lighted up the temperance

horizon all over the Union, and has created an unparalleled

degree of temperance sentiment and activity. The writer has had Mrs.

Nation at his table; has discussed with her her ideas; has differed

with her as to the final utility of the "hatchet" as a cure for the disease;

has one of the hundred of hatchets and axes sent her from all over the

country, this a fierce broad-axe sent her from Hartsel, Col., and which

he keeps as a souvenir; has investigated the charges as to her sanity,

finds her entirely sane, though possibly somewhat of a crank because

of her ultraradical methods in furthering reform against strong drink,

tobacco, and other social evils; yet he feels that the temperance cause,

despite all her faults, has much for which to thank Mrs. Nation. It

needed just such severe movements to arouse the easy-going masses

of our State, and awaken public sentiment along these lines, and Mrs.

Nation was the "John Brown" for the movement.

The movement in the city of Topeka, a city of 35,000 population,

brought out a meeting of 3,000 men who demanded that liquors no longer

be sold contrary to law, and that all joint fixtures be removed or they

would be smashed. This was promptly done. It was a grand sight to

see a dozen men carry down, from upstairs back rooms, long bars to

be stored or sent out of the city. What brought them down? Public

sentiment, the education resulting from twenty years of constitutional

prohibition. To-day the city of Topeka is absolutely free from joints,

as far as the writer can see. Of course, liquor can be bought secretly,

and always will be, but our boys do not know where it can be bought.

You might as well try to absolutely bind the devil as to absolutely bind

the liquor traffic in one State with all the brewers and distillers in a

dozen surrounding States seeking with determined and cunning methods

to extend their business within its borders.

It is like heaven to live in a city where there are no open saloons.

There are thousands of public school children here, now nearly of age,

who have never seen here a beer-wagon or a beer-keg! Recently a child

who had never been out of the State, on going to Kansas City, Mo.,

looked out of the car window and saw a sign on a building, and spelled,

"S-a-l-o-o-n, saloon," and then exclaimed, "Mamma, what is that?"

There is no better city in the world in which to bring up a family of

boys than Topeka, and many fine eastern families are coming here for

that very reason. It amuses me to see the comments made on Kansas

in the East. To some it is truly, "The wild and woolly West." One

pastor writes: "Is it safe for the next General Synod to go out there?"

Let me tell your readers just two or three things about Kansas. Her

educational exhibit at the Chicago World's Fair took the highest prize;

her per cent of illiteracy is the lowest of all the States of the Union;

her regiment, the 21st of Kansas, was the only regiment of the 65,000 men

at Chickamauga Park during the late war with Spain in which every

man could write his own name on the muster roll; and this same regiment

voted unanimously not to have the infamous "canteen" in their

regiment, and they would not have it. This is the result of the influence

of twenty years of constitutional prohibition. Topeka has far better

paved streets and more of them than most other cities of its size in the

United States, its sidewalks are all brick, and this without a dollar coming

from bleeding the saloon in the shape of a license! Prosperity without

the saloon is seen on every hand. True, some people stay away from

Kansas because of its stringent liquor laws. That, however, largely

accounts for the general intelligence here. Let them stay away. The

West is all right educationally and morally. Your readers may not

know it, but the State which has the largest per cent of her population

in her colleges is a western State.

The influence of the Nation crusade has spread all over our State,

and as a result the joints have been suppressed on all sides. Our legislature,

just adjourned, gave us the most drastic legislation against the

liquor business in her history, and with tremendous majorities. The

result of the movement started by this brave woman, who is roundly

condemned in the East, is best summed up in the words of a Kansas

wholesale liquor dealer, who said recently, "A few weeks ago we had a

very fine trade in Kansas, shipping out many car-loads of liquor, but

just now they are coming back as fast as they went out." Our city,

Topeka, has had considerable notoriety all over the country as the center

of the Nation temperance crusade, and because of the presence of Mrs.

Nation. However, we think your readers will quite agree with us when

we say their eastern cities could well afford such notoriety if thereby

they could be rid of their debauching and terribly corrupting saloons.--

Pastor, Topeka, Kansas.

TRIBUTE TO MRS. NATION.--CORRESPONDENT OF THE STATE JOURNAL GROWS

ELOQUENT ABOUT HER.

A correspondent of the State Journal who is evidently an admirer of

Mrs. Nation has written the following tribute the famous smasher of

joints:

"Carry A. Nation, prophetess of God and prohibition, came suddenly

like the furious driving Jehu. Her cyclonic joint smashing shook

the rum power of the United States from apex to foundation-stone.

The great American god Bacchus turned pale on his throne. Gambrinus

and his thirty thousand white-aproned priests of debauchery and licentiousness

trembled in every saloon and bagnio throughout the union.

No whirlwind, tornado or simoon of the desert ever startled a nation

as her volcanic career. From ocean to ocean, from Canada to Texas.

she faced a storm of relentless criticism and bitter sarcasm from political

curs, clerical hirelings and editorial henchmen of the murderous liquor

traffic such as no mortal ever faced before. A star of hope to the one

hundred thousand despairing drunkards, already in the death-grasp of

this licensed Moloch of perdition; volunteer liberator of the hundreds

of thousands of hapless slaves of this greater "curse of curses" and

more than "sum of all villainies;" precursor of emancipation of the

millions of sad-faced women and children whose lives are blasted and

crushed beneath the wheels of this cruel Car of juggernaut; betrayed by

false friends, imprisoned by the courts, and manacled; no martyr of old

ever ran the gauntlet of hotter persecution, yet like Banquo's Ghost and

the Man of Galilee she will not down. Denounce her as you may, she

is such an one as heroines and world-wide characters are made of.

Every one will want a copy of her "Life," forthcoming publication.

The boys and girls will find the Old Kentucky Home plantation scenes,

interesting as Uncle Tom's Cabin and well worth the price of the book.

The pictures and portraits of the noted Smasher of joints are more than

worth the nominal sum. To every citizen, student and philanthropist

the legal citations for reference are worth it. No temperance person

or prohibitionist can afford to be without a copy.--RAY RAND.

WORDS PROPHETIC.

The liquor traffic will never see another hour of peace in this

country. Mrs. Carrie Nation has sounded the alarm. There's a growing

hatred of the saloon. The speaker has sworn hostility to an

institution that feeds on the bodies and souls of men. I will pay my

taxes like an honest man and not saddle by my vote, the burden on the

tempted and weak, who will pay them over the bar and throw his wife

and children on the charity of the public.

What shall the harvest be?

As a people for years we pressed to our hearts the evil of human

slavery. It was profitable, we thought, but every drop of blood let by

the slaver's lash, God made us pay back with blood of our own upon the

altar. Many fortunes were built up by slave labor, but how many of them

were left after the war? "Whatsoever a nation soweth that shall it

also reap." What shall the harvest be from the wild sowing of the

legalized saloon? Our own country is a partner in the business for the

of revenue. I pray God that the liquor traffic may be abolished from

America, without bloodshed, and yet who dares prophesy that it shall

be so. Much blood has been let in these long years by drunken husbands

and fathers. Many fortunes have been built up by the traffic. What

shall the end be?

Right shall prevail--

"For right is right, as God is God;

And right the day will win.

To doubt would be disloyalty,

To falter would be sin."

Listen to the voice of the 20th century prophet as it comes ringing

down the grooves of change: "The saloon is going! Perhaps not by

your political party or mine, your church or mine; but God reigns and

his people will awake. And as it lies dying at last amongst its bags of

gold, and we stand over it, as I pray we may, if it shall look up into

our faces and whisper: "Another million of revenue for a single breath

of life!" You will say, as I will: "NO! Down, down to hell and say

I sent thee thither."

CHAPTER XIX.

DR. MCFARLAND'S PROTEST.--KICKED AND KNOCKED DOWN BY CHAPMAN OF

BANGOR HOUSE.--MEDDLING WITH THE DEVIL.--TIMELY WARNING TO OUR

BOYS AND GIRLS.--BRUBAKER OF PEORIA.--WITCHCRAFT.--LAST TIME IN

JAIL.

The determination of that rum anarchy in Topeka, Kansas, was such

that three consecutive times I was put in jail because I went into these vile

dens. Dr. McFarland, pastor of the First Methodist Episcopal church of

Topeka, came down at my last trial to see what the trouble was. The

police, when put on the witness stand, swore positive falsehoods and

Judge Magaw, the republican police judge, appointed there by the democratic

Mayor, Parker, that these two might unite their force of corruption,

knew that these police were swearing falsehoods but were winking

at the crime. I saw that the Doctor was getting ready to offer his

protest when the time came, and it came when I was sentenced to jail for

contempt of court, because I insisted on asking what kind of business

these dive-keepers were carrying on, which the judge wanted to keep out

of the witnesses mouths. Dr. McFarland arose and said: "I suppose you

want to fine me judge. I say this is an infernal outrage," repeating it

the second time. Judge Magaw said: "Yes I will fine you twenty-five

dollars." "You may make it a hundred." "Well, I will make it a hundred,"

said Judge Magaw. I was taken to jail. Dr. McFarland was

not, but walked out and said it was worth a hundred dollars to tell them

what he thought of such travesty on justice. Dr. McFarland had plenty

of friends who offered to pay the amount but I believe he paid it himself.

Then he began some investigation of the corruption at the police station.

He preached a sermon telling of this. It was published. I was in jail

next door to the room in which the mayor, Parker, and the police gathered

to discuss a suit for slander against Dr. McFarland, but it was only

a bluff. Before this all night long there was loud talking and swearing

in the room under mine as if around a card table. After Dr. McFarland's

sermon I heard no more of it. There were several of these poor degraded

girls in jail. I knew of actions and words that were not decent between

the officers and these girls. This exposure of Dr. McFarland's was very

salutary. Before that, officers would come into my room without knocking

and address me in a rough manner. After this they knocked at the

door and were respectful and even kind. The Reverend Doctor did a

great work by that sermon which was to the point and effective.

I went to Bangor, Maine, to lecture once. Stopped at the Bangor

House, run by one Chapman. Roosevelt had stopped there just two

weeks before. I heard this hotel had one of those traps, called "dives."

When I went into the dining-room I asked a young lady waiting on me,

if she could get me a bottle of beer? She said they kept it and that she

would ask the head waiter to get it for me. She spoke to him. He left the

dining-room and in a few minutes the man Chapman came out of the

winding way to his dive; the proprietor rushed up to me in a drunken

rage. He threw me against one of the pillars, then literally knocked me

out into the hall in the presence of the guests, perhaps a hundred; then

he kept knocking me down every time I rose to my feet. He would not

allow me to get my things. I was invited to go home with a prohibitionist,

Dr. Marshall. This Chapman was a noted dive-keeper, a rummy, and

ran a representative rum-soaked republican hotel. He was angry, because

I dared to expose him, in his sneaking way of drugging and robbing

his guests. It was marvelous what rages these law-breakers used

to have when I came around at first. It is not so now. Their bands

have been smashed and they are not as bold; and more marvelous that

I was not seriously hurt.

Once in Nebraska City, Neb., I was knocked in the temple by a

saloon-keeper. I reeled and fell and while I knew he struck me with his

clenched fists as hard as he could, so it seemed to me, I did not have a

bruise.

I always prayed to God to take care of me, but to lead me into these

tumults to rouse the people to think and to talk.

THE BEGINNING OF THE GRAVEYARD ASSOCIATION OF MEDICINE LODGE.

I never saw anything that needed a rebuke, or exhortation, or warning,

but that I felt it was my place to meddle with it. I have been called a

"meddler". Yes I say: "It is my place to meddle with the devil's

business. Jesus meddled with the law-breakers in the temple."

I will give you a few facts to prove what I mean and hope it will

inspire my readers to do likewise. What injures one is the interest of

all. We are personally responsible for all wrong that we neglect to make

right, when it is in our power to do it. If anything injures my neighbor

it injures me. If my neighbor is blessed so am I.

I used to ride out north of Medicine Lodge past the graveyard. It

was situated on an elevated place, barren of trees, for trees could not

well grow where it was so dry. Grave-yards are not pleasant places at

best, but to see one barren of trees or flowers, just the graves, the white

marble, the sunshine, rain, and prairie grass, in sight of the pleasant

yards and homes of the living, I feel a sense of reproach, as if the dead

were complaining of this neglect. The only ground Abraham ever bought

was a piece of ground to bury his dead and it had trees on it. I wanted

to see a better condition of things. I knew this neglect was because no

one would make a move. I felt I was not the one, but I wrote an article

for the papers, "Index and Crescent", of Medicine Lodge, and I took it to

a widow, Mrs. Young, who had recently lost a husband who was very

dear to her. I told her she was the one to organize a grave-yard association.

That this letter would call the ladies together. After making a

few changes in the language she published the letter, and the ladies met,

organized, and in a few months all was changed. One will rarely find

a more attractive resting place for our beloved dead than in the cemetery

of Medicine Lodge. I could not have effected what Mrs. Young did,

but there are more ways of doing things than one, and when people

say: "I can never carry out any plans", I know they have not tact or

perseverance.

MEDDLING WITH THE DEVIL.

A friend who lived a few miles in the country came to my house

in Medicine Lodge, threw her arms around my neck and said: "Oh,

Sister Nation, Matt has gone to Wichita for a bad purpose. I am almost

wild; can't you help me? She is in love with Will, and he does not care

for her but he has gotten her into trouble and does not intend to marry

her." She told me that Will wrote her a note to go to the Goodyear

Hotel. I wrote to Matt and told her if she became the murderer of her

child that a fearful judgement was in store for her. I also wrote to

Will and told him to marry Matt or I would expose him. Will's father

got the letter, as it was directed to Medicine Lodge. His father came

down to see me, weeping as if his heart would break; told me of the

trouble this boy had given him; said that he was preparing to marry

another girl and could not marry Matt; but that he had forwarded the

letter to Will, as he had gone to Wichita. Will and Matt got their letters

at the same time and were filled with terror. Both came back to

Medicine Lodge and in a few months poor Matt was the mother of a

little girl. Her mother, sent for me. I stayed until the little angel died.

From the time Matt looked on the face of the little one she loved it

with all the intensity of a true mother and grieved so when it died. In

a few hours I went to the grave-yard With the little coffin. This Will

or his father never spoke to me again. He married the other girl. In

a few years father and son were both killed. The sister of Will, who also

treated me coldly, wrote me a letter and told me to tell Matt it would

have been a blessing if he had married her. That he loved her the best

and that she felt quite differently towards me.

TIMELY WARNING TO OUR GIRLS AND BOYS.

I was going down to a neighbor's one dark night. I heard voices, as

if some parties were sitting by the roadside. I went into the neighbor's

house and got a lantern. I came up to these parties, they were a young

man of Medicine Lodge and a young lady visiting there. I told them

that such actions would lead to mischief. Told the young boy to act

towards a girl as he would wish his sister treated. Told the girl that

ruin would be her fate and she hid her face and soon both of them ran

down the alley. I knew they would think that I would expose them, so

I wrote a letter to the young man and told him the injustice to himself

and the girl, that would follow such actions, told him that no one would

hear it from me. That it was not my desire to expose them only to warn

and prevent trouble. That young man is in Medicine Lodge now and is a

good friend of mine.

I often see actions, especially with the young, that I know will end

in heartaches and woes. I get these parties out of hearing of others and

speak to them. So often in traveling I see silly girls being led astray

by men who for a vile purpose will fawn and flatter. I never let such a

thing pass my eye now without a little wholesome condemnation: "Thou

shall not in any wise suffer sin upon thy brother but shall rebuke him."

SOME OF MY TRIALS WITH MR. BRUBAKER OF PEORIA.

When I visited Chicago for the first time after the smashing a Mr.

Brubaker called to see me. He was from Peoria and was hired by the

Peoria Journal men to get me to edit that paper for one day. The

arrangements were satisfactory to both parties. I went to Peoria. Mr.

Brubaker met me, took me to a hotel run by a woman who owned one

or two saloons, but had none in the hotel she kept. I had not one line

of copy for the paper but I got up at four in the morning and wrote

continuously that day. I know God helped me. Mr. Brubaker took the

copy. I never saw any of the Journal men until after the paper was out.

I went to see them, told them that only a small part of my copy that I

wrote was in the paper. They said that several times they asked for my

copy but Mr. Brubaker gave them his own. So he destroyed a great

deal of my copy, supplying only what he wanted put in.

I spoke in the Opera House and this Mr. Brubaker was to give me

fifty dollars for my lecture that night. After I had spoken I was asked

to go into a noted saloon, Pete Weise's place. Mr. Brubaker said: "If

you go I will not give you your fifty dollars," as the contract said I was

to speak at no other place in the city. But as I had already spoken for

him I did not feel bound. This man was posing as a prohibitionist but

he was as loyal to the cause as Judas was to Jesus. I went to Pete

Weis' place, one of the most expensive dance halls I was ever in. I spoke

for the hundreds of poor, drugged and depraved men and women. There

was a large picture or rather statuary of naked women among trees

which I said must be smashed, Mr. Weis treated me very kindly and

said: "I will have that boarded up," and so next day he did.

This Mr. Brubaker would not pay me a cent for my lecture and

tried to garnishe the $100, the Journal was to pay me, and had it not been

for a stroke of policy on the part of the Journal he would have taken

every cent from me and left me to pay my expenses there and back.

Jesus said: "Beware of wolves in sheep's clothing." In a month from

this time the saloon keeper sent me $50. The prostitute loved more than

Simon.

I saw in Peoria the largest distillery in the world. Not one of the

hands are allowed to drink what they make. What would you think of

a dry goods concern that would not allow its employes to use what they

make? Mr. William McKinley was entertained here by Joe Greenhut,

president of the "Whiskey Trust."

I was in Peoria when the prohibitionists held a convention there and

was astonished that they would put up at a saloon or a hotel that run one.

I never eat or sleep in one. My conscience will not allow me. I never

saw so many ragged children or dirty streets, as in Peoria.

WITCHCRAFT.

I heard so much of the "Weltmer treatment" for disease. I sent

twenty-five dollars for a "mail course" so I could see for myself. This

man Weltmer had a large institution in Nevada, Mo., for humbugging

the people. I always like to investigate these things myself, as I did

Dowie, who I found out to be a false prophet. This Weltmer's papers

were a complete treatise on witchcraft, spiritualism and hypnotism. I

exposed this in every way I could. The Bible fully prepares people to

expect such "lying wonders and miracles." The "Christian Science" is

a witchcraft but very subtile. The most dangerous counterfeit bill is

nearest like the genuine.

IN JAIL IN PHILADELPHIA.

The last jail I was in was in Philadelphia. I went down to lecture

between the acts of "The Heart of a Hero." There was a very vile

saloon kept by a Mr. Donoghue. This man stationed police to arrest

me if I went in his place. In going home from the theatre at night I

would look in and call to the poor victims not to be drugged and robbed.

This man had five or six bartenders handing out this poisonous drink to

our boys, our mothers treasures. This man has amassed a fortune at

this vile business and tries to pose as respectable, because he has a lot

of this blood money. I was passing there on the 14th of January, 1904.

I just opened the door when a two legged beer keg in the form of a

policeman grabbed me and almost dragged me over the streets to the

station. I was locked in and I spent the night in jail. Next morning I

was discharged.

The next day when I went to the Pennsylvania railway depot to

take the train a little ragged boy came to me and asked for a hatchet, the

depot police shook the little fellow and hurled him away. The little boy

began to cry and I said to the police: "Let that child alone! he is doing

no harm to any one." He told me in a very angry tone to mind my business,

and would not let the little boy take the hatchet from me. After

this I was sitting on the bench waiting for my train, and a person came

to me saying: "Let me see one of your hatchets." I opened my grip

to show the little souvenirs, several came up to look at them. This same

policeman was watching his chance to arrest me. He came up and said:

"You will have to stop that." I said: "I am making no trouble, I have

a right to meet people and talk to them and show my souvenirs too. You

are the only one, making a disturbance here." Two policemen came up

and caught me one by each arm, dragging me through the depot and

down the elevator, and I was carried to the police station in a "black

maria". This was done for spite and to show his authority. I spent a

night in prison, and next morning I was fined ten dollars. I was my own

lawyer. The magistrate before whom I was tried would not compel the

officer to answer the questions I asked him.

In a few days I returned to Pittsburg and was invited by the Providence

Mission to go out on the streets. Quite a crowd gathered and

while I was speaking, I was arrested again by an officer who refused to

tell me what I was arrested for. I was taken to the police headquarters.

The kind hearted matron wanted to give me a pillow and some bedding

for I had nothing but a hard board in the cell. The Chief of Police forbade

the matron to give me anything to make myself comfortable. He

said: "That woman is giving us a great deal of trouble and we want

to get rid of her." The matron came to me when no one was looking

and advised me to give a bond of thirteen dollars and get out so that I

might have a bed. I did this and went to my boarding house. I secured

the services of a lawyer, Mr. Buckley. I was fined ten dollars which was

afterwards remitted. This republican, rum-soaked police force make it

a point to arrest me on every pretext. They have told me that if I win

they will lose their jobs. Eighteen months before this I had been put in

jail at Pittsburg, making three times all for doing my duty in that city.

CHAPTER XX.

WHY I WENT ON THE STAGE.--THE VICE OF TOBACCO.

I got hundreds of calls to go on the stage before I did. Gradually

I got the light.

This is the largest missionary field in the world. No one ever got

a call or was ever allowed to go there with a Bible but Carry Nation.

That door never was opened to any one but me. The hatchet opened it.

God has given it to me. My managers have said: "This is a variety

house at, Watsons and the Unique, of Brooklyn, or the Boston on the

Bowery. You do not wish to go there." Yes, those need me more than

the rest; never refuse a call even from the lowest. If Jesus ate with

publicans and sinners I can talk to them. Francis Willard said the pulpit

and stage must be taken for God.

Persons often say: "Why do you take the money of such?" I say

"I can do more good with the money than they can." After the battle

the victor takes the spoils and is entitled to them. I will take all I can

get in a good way. Money is a blessing, if used as such. I go on the

stage to do good, I take their money for the same reason. The curse of

it is when it is desired above the good of humanity. I am fishing. I go

where the fish are for they do not come to me. I thank God for this

unspeakable gift. I take my Bible before every audience. I show them

this hatchet, that destroys or smashes everything bad and builds up everything

that is good. I tell them of their loving Deliverer who came to

break every yoke and set the Captive free. When I look upon the hundreds

of faces before me, I say: "Oh, these poor aching hearts! God

give me a loving message." Words can not tell of the love I would like

to bestow upon them. I often weep. "Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how oft

would I have gathered you as a hen gathereth her chickens under her

wings." Then I say: "There is one that loves more than you. He can

make all things right."

There are but a handful comparatively that try to obey the commands

of Jesus: "A remnant shall be saved." Caleb and Joshua were only two

in six hundred thousand but they alone of this great multitude lived to

see and inherit the promised land. Christ said. "Go out into the highways

and hedges and compel them to come in that my home may be full."

Where are the highways and hedges: They are places where men and

women are the most lost. How can they be compelled to come in? Love

is the only compelling influence. If no one goes with love, how are these

lost ones to know they are loved. Christ brought love down to us; He

came down to do it. We must take His love to the low places--"Condescend

to men of low estate." I praise my God for opening a door to

me never opened to anyone else. I find the theatre stocked with boys

of our country. They are not found in churches. I have not sought to

get into the so-called "respectable set" but I have told my managers to

get me into the worst class. They need me most. They are as brands

snatched from the burning.

I am not only a reformer on the line of the licensed or unlicensed

saloon, but on other evils. I believe that, on the whole, tobacco has done

more harm than intoxicating drinks. The tobacco habit is followed by

thirst for drink. The face of the smoker has lost the scintillations of

intellect and soul it would have had if not marred by this vice. The odor

of his person is vile, his blood is poisoned, his intellect is dulled.

A smoker is never a healthy man, either in body or mind, for nicotine

is a poison. Prussic acid is the only poison that is worse. Nicotine

poisons the blood, dulls the brain, and is the cause of disease. The lungs

of the tobacco user are black from poison, his heart action is weak, and

the worst thing to contemplate in the whole matter is that these tobacco

users transmit nervous diseases, epilepsy, weakened constitutions, depraved

appetites and deformities of all kinds to their offspring.

Deterioration of the race is upon us, and unless there is some reform,

idiocy, imbecility and extinction will be the legacy of the future

generations.

A man that uses tobacco cannot have the nice moral perceptions on

any point that he should have. I find him to be dulled and sluggish. The

Bible says: "If thine eye be single, thy whole body is full of light. If

thine eye be evil, thy whole body is full of darkness." The use of tobacco

is a vice, and to the extent of that one vice, it degrades a mail. It opens

the gate for other vices, for it is the gratification for one form of lust.

It is a filthy habit, and I care not how often the smoker changes his

clothes or washes his person, he is filthy. The stench from his breath

indicates that his body repudiates such uncleanliness.

The tobacco user can never be the father of a healthy child. Therefore

he is dangerous for a woman to have as a husband. If I were a

young woman, I would say to the men who use tobacco and who would

wish to converse with me: "Use the telephone; come no closer!" I

would as soon kiss a spittoon as to kiss such a mouth. When a man

begins to smoke he is taking his first lessons in drink. The two habits

travel together.

A man never can attain his majority and use tobacco. He never can

realize his full capabilities or his possibilities. He can always attain to a

better standard without nicotine.

There is one objection that, from a business standpoint, every business

man ought to make to tobacco. When he employs a man that uses

tobacco he gets only a certain per cent. of his employee's time and of his

brain, because the employee must serve his tobacco master part of his

time and when he is not smoking his mind is preoccupied because he is

thinking of smoking. Consequently, he cannot concentrate his mind upon

his business.

I have heard poor, silly, empty-headed women say that it is manly

to smoke. If it is manly to smoke, why isn't it womanly to smoke? The

tobacco habit is the reverse of manhood and destroys manhood, for manhood

means strength of character, not the gratification of lust.

If tobacco is good for men, it is also good for women. I do not

suppose that one could find a man so low and degraded as to walk down

the street with a woman who had a cigarette or cigar in her mouth.

Women should make the same standard for men that men do for women.

Many women would smoke in public if men did not denounce it. MEN

WOULD QUIT SMOKING IN PUBLIC IF WOMEN DENOUNCED

IT AS MUCH.

I have heard some women say, "I like the smell of a good cigar."

I never smelled a good one. It is not made. They are like snakes; they

are all bad. I never knew of but one good use that tobacco was put to,

and that was to kill lice on cows. My father used it for that purpose on

his farm. It does kill that kind of germs.

The evil has become so common that whenever you go abroad you

are compelled to breathe the contents of somebody else's month. It

would be rude of me to take a piece of fruit out of my mouth and throw

it into somebody else's mouth, but anyone may throw his poisonous

breath and smoke into my mouth and I have no defense. Spitting is

forbidden in the cars. Smoking is a great deal worse, but the reason why

it is not denounced is that people can get a revenue from men's smoking,

while they have to clean up after spitters, and there is no money in that.

I can prevent a man spitting into my mouth, but I cannot avoid his

smoke. A man seems to think that he is free to project his stinking

breath in my face on the street, in hotels, in sleeping cars, coaches--indeed,

in every public place. Now I would as soon smell a skunk. There is

some excuse for a skunk; he can't help being one. But men have become

so rank in their persons from this poisonous odor that they almost knock

me down as they pass me. And when I say, "Man, don't throw that awful

stench in my face," he answers, "You get away." I reply, "If I smelled

as badly as you do, I would be the one to get away."

Oh, the vile cigarette! What smell can be worse and more poisonous?

I feel outraged at being compelled to smell this poison on the street.

I have the right to take cigars and cigarettes from men's mouths in

self-defense, and they ought not to be allowed to injure themselves.

"Liberty is the largest privilege to do that which is right, and the

smallest to do that which is wrong." Governments are organized to take

care of the governed. I believe it ought to be a crime to manufacture,

barter, sell or give away cigars, cigarettes and tobacco in any form.

Oh, for the success of the Prohibition Party that will bring in reforms

along these lines--and this is the only party that will do it! Tobacco

degenerates body and mind. Physical and mental culture demand its

discontinuance.

Dr. Jay W. Seaver, associated physical director of Yale University,

says: "Among college students, the gain of growth, in general, is 12 per

cent. greater among those who do not use tobacco than those who smoke.

It has also proven by tests in the laboratory that the nicotine in a fairly

mild cigar will reduce a man's muscular power from 25 to 40 per cent."

Were it not for the tobacco habit, we would need no smoking car.

Suppose women had a vice that required them a separate apartment from

the men when they travel. Even in the cars where the women travel

there are rooms fixed up in luxuriant style while poor mothers with their

babies have to sit upright and smell this rank and poisonous odor. But

of course women have no redress, or are made to think they have none.

Shame to you men, a decent dog will not bite a female, while men the

impulse of protecting their females they are lower than a decent beast.

While I was in New York City last week April the 2nd a Mr. Thomas

McGuire, treasurer of the Fourteenth Ave., Theatre had his tongue cut

out to prevent tobacco cancer from spreading. This was from smoking

cigars. General Grants' tongue rotted from the same cause.

This is one of the best poems on the vice I ever read. Author

unknown.

HE SMOKES.

"In the office, in the parlor;

On the sidewalk, on the street;

In the faces of the passers,

In the eyes of those he meets,

In the vestibule, the depot,

At the theatre or ball;

E'en at funerals and weddings,

And at christenings and all.

"Signs may threaten, men may warn him;

Babies cry and women coax;

But he cares not one iota,

For he calmly smokes and smokes.

Oh, he cares not whom he strangles,

Vexes, puts to flight, provokes;

And although they squirm and fidget,

He just smokes and smokes and smokes.

"Not a place is sacred to him;

Churchyards, where the flowers bloom;

Gardens, drives, in fact the world is

Just one mighty smoking room,

And when once he quits this mundane sphere,

And takes his outward flight,

From the world he made a hades,

Day he's turned to murky night.

"When he reaches his destination,

Finds 'tis not a dream or hoax,

And the Judge deals out his sentence,

Then I'll wager that he smokes;

Oh, he'll care then whom he has vexed,

And their mercy he'll invoke;

But although he squirms and fidgets,

They'll just let him smoke and smoke and smoke."

CHAPTER XXI.

TRIP ON FALL RIVER STEAMBOAT, FROM BOSTON TO NEW YORK--OFFICERS TRIED

TO LOCK ME IN MY STATE ROOM--SEQUEL SATISFACTORY, MADE PLEASANT

TRIP AND MANY FRIENDS.

In the summer of 1903 I took a Fall River boat from Boston to New

York. These boats are said to be the finest in the world. There was

quite a commotion among the several hundred passengers when I went

aboard, and the door was blocked in the women's cabin to get a look at

the Crazy Smasher from Kansas.

Men were smoking pipes, cigars and cigarettes. I said: "Men, get away

from the door with your smoke, you make me sick." They paid no attention

to me. I went to the clerk and complained of being compelled to

submit to the outrage of being subject to the poisonous fumes, in such

a manner as to attract the attention of all to the matter. The Clerk told

me to be quiet and sit down. I said, "I will, if I have a decent place to

stay, why do you not have these men get away from the door?" But

they were men, we were only women and children. Oh, the outrage on

poor mothers in delicate condition, to be subject to such treatment by

selfish, dirty men. I believe every one who smokes in a public place

should be fined. If men will smoke or commit nuisance, let it be where

others are not injured. I have no right to bring a skunk into any public

place. People should be taught that others have the right to object to

anything done that is wrong.

While I was still persisting in my request to the men to leave the

door, I was shown my state room; to which there were two doors, one

leading from the corridor and the other opening out next the water. The

captain, accompanied by the First and Second mate appeared at the former,

saying. "Madam, you are to keep your room this evening." I replied,

while eating a sandwich, "I do not feel like this, and neither will I." Said

he, "I will see that you do" at the same time telling the officers to lock

the doors. I said: "You can lock the doors to restrain me of my liberty,

but having paid my fare for the service of this company, I will tie up

this boat, when we reach New York, and you will learn that I can turn

a lock as well as yourself." I saw his countenance change. Mr. Furlong,

my manager, who was on the boat, and almost shaking with fear, began

to make excuse for me, etc, etc, but I said, "Never mind, Mr. Furlong,

I can attend to this little captain and myself too." He said no more. The

three men walked out of the corridor, shutting the door after them, but

did not lock it, in a few moments, they returned and opened both doors

for fear I would think they were locked. This was about supper time.

When I finished my lunch, and, having put on a clean tie and fixed my

hair, I took from my valise a lot of little hatchets and put them in a little

leather case I carry by a strap over my shoulder. Thus equipped I entered

the ladies cabin, where there were perhaps fifty people sitting. When

I went in, they began to look at one another, some smiled, I knew they

had heard of the captain trying to prevent my coming out. Taking my

seat on a sofa in the middle of the room, I was listening to the lovely

string band when some one came up and opened a conversation with me.

After a while I was quite surrounded and the cabin soon becoming crowded

some one asked to see a little hatchet, so I opened my satchel to show

them. One of the officers who had come to the State Room with the

captain, had been standing near the stairway, and when he saw the people

begin to press to me to get the hatchets, he came up saying, "Madam,

you are not allowed to sell these here." I replied, "You sell wine, beer,

whiskey, tobacco, cigarettes and anything that will drug these people.

Now these are my own little souvenirs, and they will advertise my cause,

help me, and be a little keep sake from the hand that raised the hatchet,

so I claim the right to sell them, where you have no right to sell bad

things." He went up to see the captain, who said, "I am too busy to fool

with that woman." So he came down, and called up Mr. Furlong, asking

him to compell me to stop selling hatchets, but he told him he could

not prevent Mrs. Nation doing anything she had set her head to. We

had a nice time. I repeated poetry on the evils of drink and smoking, all

were happy, and at ten o'clock, I bade good-night to many friends who

regarded me not as the wild vicious woman, but one who meant well.

Next morning when we went ashore in New York, and were identifying

our baggage, a small man was passing, Mr. Furlong remarked in an

undertone, "Our captain." He had changed his uniform to go ashore,

and I had not recognized him. I extended my hand which he took, and

I said, "Captain, I know you were told I was a nuisance," "Yes, they

said you would raise the devil, but if anyone thinks you are a fool they

are very much mistaken." We parted in a very pleasant humor. Thus

it is, my life is a constant contention, but there have been many laughable

circumstances and none hurt. I can truly say that there is no ill will in

my heart toward a creature God has made, but it is a hatred for the enemy

of mankind for I have an intense hatred for the enemies of those I

intensely love.

CHAPTER XXII.

TRIP TO CANADA, CORDIAL RECEPTION--RETURN TO CHICAGO TO FILL ENGAGEMENT--

SECOND VISIT TO CANADA--TRIP TO MARITIME PROVINCES--VISIT

CLUB IN CHARLOTTE TOWN--PREJUDICE AGAINST ME OWING TO MALICIOUS

REPORTS--SPOKE IN PARLIAMENT IN FREDERICTON--VISIT TO SIDNEY--

SCOTT ACT--MY ARREST AND RELEASE--EPISODE IN JAIL.

Having a spare month in May of 1904 I made a trip to Canada, and

never was so cordially received in my life, selling all the hatchets I had

in three meetings.

I returned to fill a Chicago engagement of six weeks, which was made

by my manager, with Mr. Houseman, one of the Editors of the Chicago

Inter-Ocean, who owned a theatre with which a museum was connected.

Realizing that this would provide an excuse for the papers to lie about

me, I wrote my manager if possible, to cancel the engagement. I was,

however, persuaded to stay one week, with the result, that it was published

all over the country that Carry A. Nation was in a Museum getting

$300 a week just to be looked at, when in fact, I spoke in the theatre,

not in the museum. I would not object to going into a museum or any

place to bring my cause before the people, but resented the idea of being

placed on exhibition.

As I had promised to return to Canada, I did so in the month of June,

visiting the Maritime Provinces, where I was very much delighted with

the people, finding in Prince Edward's Island the most intelligent and

moral people, as a body, that I have ever met.

That Island has a Prohibition Law similar to Kansas, but the primier,

Peters, told the former premier, Mr. Farguason, that the Club in Charlotte

Town, the Capitol, had to be an exception to the prohibitive amendment

or he would vote against and ruin it. This condition is similar in our

own government-conspiracy and treason. I visited this club, strange that

I should get in, God opened the way. It was fitted up like other drinking

clubs, where men congregate together to act in a manner and talk of subjects

they would be ashamed for their wives to see and hear. The back

room was stacked with empties and imported liquors of different brands.

I went up into the parlor about nine o'clock in the morning, where I met

one of these beer-swelled outlaws, I asked him, "Will you object to

answering some questions about this place." His pompous and indignant

reply was, "No, I will do nothing of the kind." I said, "I will tell you

some things about it. You are a set of traitors, you pose as being the

elite, but you are criminals, shame on such villainy." He held his paper

up before his face. I had the satisfaction of telling him the truth in plain

language, such men are well dressed, gold fobbed, diamond studded rummies that

are more hateful than those behind the prison bars, their bodies

a reeking mass of corruption.

Prince Edward's Island is a large farm, one hundred miles long, by

forty broad. Can only be reached by boat. A very high grade of cheese,

milk, butter, oats and turnips are raised there. Instead of weather-boarding

the houses they have the sides shingled. They have the nicest, small,

fat horses, fine travelers.

On this, my second visit to Canada, the people did not receive me as

cordially as before, owing to a report that I had been in a museum in

Chicago on exhibition. In order to counteract this prejudice against me,

I offered a reward of $50.00 for any one who had ever seen me in a

museum or on exhibition, which had the desired effect. There are rum

bought papers in Canada as there are in the States.

I was asked to speak in Parliament in Fredericton. There was a

great laugh when I said that governments like fish stink worse at the

head.

On my visit to Sydney, Cape Breton, I found that, although they have

the Scott Act, which makes it a misdemeanor to sell intoxicants there are

dives there just like in Kansas, the officers and political wire pullers

defending them just in the same way.

I went into a vile den, the Belmont Hotel. There was a crowd gathered

around the place. When I went out in front an officer came to me,

saying, "You will have to get off the street, you are collecting a crowd."

I said, I am not disturbing anything, if you object to the crowd, disperse

them, let me alone. He insisted, and so did I. He said nothing to the

crowd no one was doing anything, but standing around when he walked

up to me and arrested me in the King's name--Two got on either side of

me and carried me to jail--When I was there, I found a young boy of

about 14 or 15 years of age. I asked, "Why are you here?" He began to

cry bitterly, said, he was put in for calling names. "Oh, if I had a father

or mother to help me out, but they are dead, and I have no friends."

"What is your fine?" I asked, "Only a dollar." "My dear boy, I will

do what mother would do, if she were here, kneel down here and let us

pray." He did, weeping so bitterly all the time. I asked God to make this

a means of saving that dead mother's precious one. I said to him, "Now

my boy, mother would say my darling son, don't use bad language. Be

good and love God. Now I will pay your fine just as mother would do."

So I called the jailer, who seemed to be a kind man, and paid the dollar.

The boy with his face glowing with happiness, fairly flew out. In

a few minutes the door was opened, a friend went on my bond, and I

left to fill my appointment. There were as many as twenty-five men who

volunteered to testify to the unfair arrest. The case was tried the next

day and I was acquitted, the judge saying that. "All Carry Nation wanted

was advertising. Man's inhumanity to woman." I was glad to open

the prison door to the boy, and give him advice at a time when he would

take it, for he promised me to be a good boy and serve God. I expect

God sent me there for that purpose.

CHAPTER XXIII.

COWARDLY ASSAULT BY SALOON KEEPER, G. R. NEIGHBORS OF ELIZABETHTOWN,

KY.--APATHY OF OFFICERS, BUT PEOPLE MUCH MOVED BY OUTRAGE, LECTURED

AFTERWARDS, THO' VERY FAINT AND WEAK FROM LOSS OF BLOOD.--

CIGARETTE SMOKING IN HIGH PLACES DISCUSSED WITH MISS GASTON,

PRESIDENT NATIONAL ANTI-CIGARETTE LEAGUE.

A saloon keeper, G. R. Neighbors, of Elizabethtown, Ky., struck me

over the head with a chair, July 23, 1904. In going up to the hall to fill

an engagement. I passed this man and walking into his saloon, said, why

are you in this business, drugging and robbing the people? "Hush! You

get out." I replied, "Yes you want a respectable woman to get out, but

you will make any woman's boy a disgrace, you ought to be ashamed."

I then passed out going to the hall. After the lecture I passed by his

place again. He was sitting in a chair in front of the saloon, and I said,

"Are you the man that runs this business?" and in a moment with an oath

he picked up the chair and with all his strength, sent it down with a

crash on my head. I came near falling, caught myself, and he lifted the

chair the second time, striking me over the back, the blood began to cover

my face, and run down from a cut on my forehead. I cried out, "He has

killed me," An officer caught the chair to prevent a third blow.