There were two officers in the crowd. I cried out, "Is there no one

to arrest this man?" No one appeared to do it. He went back in his

saloon. I to the hotel. Some one sent for a doctor who came and dressed

the wound on my forehead, my left arm was badly bruised, also my

back. Had it not been for my bonnet, I should have suffered more.

This outragous act roused the people. The women and men came to see

me indignant, saying this outrage would not be tolerated. The Methodist

minister especially was deeply moved. There were two officers who saw

this outrage, but there was no arrest.

Next morning, Mrs. Bettie James, came in two miles from the country,

and had a warrant sworn out against Neighbors, but the case was laid

over to await the action of the "Grand jury," in November, saloon keepers

going on his bond.

I intended to go to Mammoth Cave but remained over on account of

trial, and spoke again that night. Elizabethtown is one of those bad rum-

towns in Kentucky, but there is a fine prohibition sentiment, and great

indignation was felt and expressed that a saloon-keeper even so low and

cowardly as to strike a woman, should be tolerated. I was in bed most

of the day and nearly fainted during the lecture, but I thanked God that

I was counted worthy to suffer, that others might not. I felt some mother

might receive fewer blows--that while my head was bruised and bleeding

to prevent hearts from being crushed and broken, souls were going

to drunkards graves, and drunkards Hells, and this outrage would reveal

the enormous brutality of this curse, bringing a speedy remedy.

In the Spring of 1904, I was in the office of Miss Lucy Page Gaston,

the National President of the Anti-Cigarette League. I saw on the walls

of her room Mr. Roosevelt's picture. I said, "My dear Miss Lucy, why

do you have that picture in here? Don't you know, he is a cigarette

smoker?" She said, she did not know it. I said, "let me tear that up.

Did this man who is at the head of affairs in this nation ever say a word

against this vice? Although he is sworn to protect from just such. This

brave, good woman, whose heart, soul, and body is dedicated to saving

the young men of our land did not seem to recognize the fact that Democrats

and Republicans (so-called) were the head and front of all the

corruption we have. At last, I said, "If you will write to Mr. Roosevelt

and get his statement that he does not, nor ever did smoke cigarettes I

will give You $50 for your work, she said she would. She wrote to the

President, got no response from him, but Mr. Loeb, his secretary wrote

that the President, did not nor ever had used tobacco in any form. She

sent this to me, of course I was not to be caught with such chaff. I wrote

her so, telling her of the time when Mr. McKinley wished to deny the

fact, that he rented his property in Canton, Ohio, for saloon purposes, his

minister denied this, but the 'Chicago Voice' proved that he did. I suppose

Mr. Roosevelt got his minister to write what he dared not. I wrote

her that old birds were not easily fooled with chaff, also stating, that if

she would get a statement that Mr. Roosevelt was not a beer drinker, I

would give her another $50.00. Of course she could not do this, but the

Republican Press published all over the country that Miss Gaston got the

evidence and I paid the $50.00, but not one word of this was true.

CHAPTER XXIV.

SISTER LUCY WILHOITE'S VISION.--WRITES TO ME FOR CO-OPERATION IN MAKING

RAID ON MAHAN'S WHOLESALE LIQUOR HOUSE.--HESITATE ON ACCOUNT

PRESSING ENGAGEMENTS AHEAD.--ANSWER THE CALL.--RAID SET

FOR 29TH.--W. C. T. U. CONVENTION IN SESSION.--FOUR SISTERS AND MYSELF

START FROM M. E. CHURCH.--A CALL FOR THE POLICE BEFORE WE

COULD EFFECT AN ENTRANCE.--TAKEN TO JAIL IN HOODLUM WAGON.--

UNHEALTHY CONDITION OF CELL.--IN JAIL FROM FRIDAY TO MONDAY.--

GOOD OLD PENTECOSTAL TIME ON SUNDAY--COUNTY JAIL MONDAY--TRIAL

WEDNESDAY--JAIL SENTENCE AND FINES--APPEAL TO DISTRICT COURT.

In the Fall of 1904, I received a letter from Sister Lucy Wilhoite of

Wichita, telling me of a vision, which I will relate here in her own words:

"During a severe illness, last July, the Lord appeared unto me and

revealed many wonderful things concerning our work in which I have been

engaged for seven years. Temperance and Prohibition.

My life was despaired of by my friends and I knew I was very near

the borderland, and as I lay on my bed of suffering in the still hour of

midnight, God showed me the awful desolation which our thirty eight

saloons and five wholesale houses were making in the homes of Wichita

and surrounding country, The sight so overwhelmed me, I cried unto

the Lord and said, "Oh my God! Have I done all I could during this life

of mine to dam up this fearful tide? Then I said, show me Lord, what

this means. Immediately a great cloud of human souls came rolling down

a steep decline and as my eyes followed them, saw them rolling on and

on until they finally fell into a pit from whence fire and smoke were

ascending. Then my eyes were turned again up the ascent from whence

the souls were coming. When, Lo! I saw the National Capitol, with her

Senate and Congressmen. I saw the Legislative Halls, and our Educational

Institutions. I saw our churches with her educated ministry, and

her secret societies, our public libraries and reading rooms, our National

State and Local W. C. T U's, all of them right in the track of this awful

tide of human souls, yet they still rolled on and on until they reached the

pit. Then I cried again unto the Lord and said, "Oh, Why do you show

me these horrible things, when I am on the brink of the grave? And

still the picture or vision remained before me, growing more and more

vivid every moment until I struggled to my knees, and said, 'O God, if

I can do anything to dam up this fearful tide, just heal this body, and

let the healing be the seal that I can do something to help, and I shall

do it if it costs my life. Then a deep calm and soul rest settled over me

and I sank into a deep sleep, when I awoke I realized the pain was gone

and also the fever. I lay there, looking up to God and I said, "Now,

Lord, show me what you want me to do. Immediately, like a great scroll

reaching across the sky, these words appeared, written in letters of gold.

"Spill it out!" Then he showed me the very place I was to attack Mahan's

Wholesale Liquor House.

"For many weeks I pondered upon this vision and prayed about it

most earnestly, that I might not be mistaken and know of a truth that it

was God's will. I never found any soul rest until I wrote to Mrs. Nation,

and told her the time was ripe for God and that we must attack

Mahan's Wholesale Liquor House, that was helping to degrade so many

women and debase so many men. This resulted in an attempt to carry out

God's purpose on Sept. 30, 1904.

I was true to the "Heavenly Vision," which is only the beginning of

the fulfillment, for there are yet many things to be spilled out, not only

the liquor, but also the hypocrites in the church, and the false prophets

with sin of every kind, and our lives also.

The Wichita Eagle Reporter, uttered a profound truth, whether he

intended to or not, when he said, we walked into the Court Room like a

poem, a sort of a 'Lead Kindly Light' poem, for we were lead of God,

who is the Light of the world. And we intend to follow on until this

vision is fully realized."

Yours for God's love for Him and suffering humanity,

MRS. LUCY WILHOITE.

I had dates ahead that I disliked to cancel, because of disappointing

the people and entailing a great financial sacrifice. Sister Lydia Muntz,

also wrote me to come to Wichita immediately. I knew it meant smashing

and imprisonment, possibly, loss of life, for I wrote Sister Wilhoite, "I

am coming to do all I can to destroy the works of the devil, and if need

be to die." At first, I told her to keep things quiet. Then I thought it

best to give all an opportunity to have a part in this great work of saving

life here and hereafter, so I wrote a letter to the Topeka Journal making

a call for helpers setting Sept. 28 as the day. When I arrived in Topeka

I learned that the W. C. T. U would be in convention session on that day

in Wichita, and also that there was a carnival going on in the place, and

thought it providential to have a crowd. I arrived in Wichita the 28th,

the raid was postponed until the 29th. I took hatchets with me and we

also supplied ourselves with rocks, meeting at the M. E. church, where

the W. C. T. U. Convention was being held. I announced to them what

we intended doing and asked them to join us. Sister Lucy Wilhoite,

Myra McHenry, Miss Lydia Muntz, and Miss Blanch Boies, started for

Mahan's wholesale liquor store. Three men were on the watch for us,

we asked to go in to hold gospel services as was our intention before

destroying this den of vice, for we wanted God to save their souls, and to

give us ability and opportunity to destroy this soul damning business.

They refused to let us come near the door. I said, "Women, we will have

to use our hatchets," with this I threw a rock through the front, then we

were all seized, and a call for the police was made. There was of course,

a big crowd. Mrs. Myra McHenry was in the hands of a ruffian who

shook her almost to pieces. One raised a piece of gas pipe to strike her,

but was prevented from doing so. We were hustled into the hoodlum

wagon, and driven through the streets amid the yells, execrations and

grimaces of the liquor element. I watched their faces and could see that

Satan was roused in them beyond their control, making the most diabolical

faces sticking out their tongues! at what? Just five women, who were

doing with their might what their hands found to do, Just five living

hearts that dared to give their lives to save them. Just gray-haired women,

mothers, and grandmothers, who, for love they could not contain,

rushed in to save their loved ones, from ruin.

There never was such a sight. Angels wept and devils yelled with

diabolical glee. We were taken to Police Headquarters, that is, four of

us, the Police had not taken Blanch, who dodged them, and with her axe

smashed out two windows, after which she went to Sister Wilhoite's

home, and would not have been arrested had she not called to see us

next day, and giving her name was immediately arrested and shut in with

us. Water was standing in the low places in the cell we occupied, caused

by a leakage in the pipes, I don't think this neglect was intentional, but

it was none the less dangerous as it was below ground. The beds were

shelves in the wall, very hard of course, but we might have had some degree

of comfort if it had not been for the dirt and rats which seemed to

delight in having some one to run around and over. It was so ordered

that there was a bible in the crowd, and as we were not in stocks we had

far more to rejoice over than Paul and Silas, holding a continuous praise

and prayer service, reading and repeating the word of God. We were

kept there from Friday till Monday morning without a charge against

us. Sunday morning we squeezed the juice out of some grapes, some kind

friends had sent us, and reading for our lesson where Jesus washed the

disciples feet and partook of the sacrament, sister McHenry sprang to

her feet after partaking of the emblems, said she saw the most beautiful

cross on the wall, surrounded by a divine halo, exclaiming, "Now I know

what it is to have a vision, I thought it might be imagination." We had

quite a time one way and another. Our friends were not permitted to

come into the jail or even to the door, so many of them came to the railing

on the outside, where some of the officials threw water on them from

the upper windows to keep them away. We were taken to the county

jail on Monday and had a trial for malicious mischief on Wednesday.

We plead our own cases, and never in the history of the world did a nation

or people see mothers tried for trying to save their loved ones from

the slaughter of a government whose business is to protect women and

their children. Tears were in the eyes of many when sister Lucy Wilhoite

and sister McHenry told of their boys being led into vice by the

officials of Wichita. Poor degraded Wichita with her corrupt officials and

that vile "Wichita Eagle," and its Murdocks. But God has a people there

and they will be victors in this fight. We were convicted of course, I got

thirty days in jail and $150, the rest $150, except sister Muntz who only

got $50. We employed Judge Ray to take our cases to the District Court.

At the present writing I am out on bail and so far as the jail is concerned,

I do not dread it. God will liberate some when I am in bonds. Poor

women, Poor Mothers. God who "tempers the wind to the shorn lamb"

will come to her relief from a degradation worse than death.

AFTER TRIAL IN THE DISTRICT COURT.

I am out on parole under a jail sentence of four months and a fine

of $250.00. This man Wilson who is in the place of a judge knows that

it is a lawless outrage, but true to his party or trust he stands by the

combine for as long as the Republican Liquor Power controls office motherhood

is sacrificed to the greed of this boa constrictor that coils its huge

body crushing out the life and soul of man, woman and child.

If Roosevelt had a sincere interest in increasing the population by

urging women to bear children he would say something about what makes

it a terror to do so.

CHAPTER XXV.

CLOSING REMARKS WITH PLANS FOR THE FUTURE--PROHIBITION CLEARLY

DEFINED.

At the close of writing this book, I am in Oklahoma organizing Prohibition

Federations. I am now nearly 60 years of age, I find it necessary

to reserve my strength as much as possible in order to put to the

best use my remaining years of service. I expect to remain in Oklahoma

until the constitution is made, the field is ripe for action, we want the

constitution to be an ideal one.

The Federation will not have as a member, any one voting in a license

party--Anhauser Busch will effect prohibition as soon--We will not waste

time and money in fighting Brewers and Distillers but the cause of them.

We want to prohibit the tyranny and unlawfulness in preventing woman

from a voice in the Government, Compulsory education, no games on

Lord's Day, no profanity on the highways.

There are good, loyal prohibitionists in the Anti-Saloon League, but

those who control it are generally there for the salary. Being usually

Republicans who by their ballot prove themselves to be the strongest

advocates for license, they are hindering the true principle of

prohibition. Their votes combine to perpetuate the saloon.

The great thing to be accomplished is to elect a Prohibition President,

as long as we have one in favor of license it is useless to expect

prohibition by the government. The Anti-Saloon League tacitly effects

the perpetuation of a license government and in that they have been traitors,

we warn the people against them. If anyone is a real prohibitionist

they will vote it. The Prohibition Party is really the only party that is

loyal to Republican principles, protecting and saving the home from this

onslaught. There is not a saloon vote in our party, which can be said of

no other. 'Tis the only deliverance from this bloody slaughter. This "covenant

with death, and agreement with Hell and refuge of lies." I took

on a Republican voter as a man with bloody hands as Benedict Arnold

carried in his boot the paper of treachery, so is a licensed vote in the

hand of a voter.

We will so far as possible perfect this organization in all the States.

I am owner and Editor of the 'Hachet' of Guthrie. A paper on straight

lines. The paper is only 25c a year. I ask all my friends to subscribe for

this paper, by sending to 'Hatchet', or office of Prohibition Federation,

Guthrie, Oklahoma. I will publish full instructions in the Hatchet so

that any prohibitionist so desiring, can perfect an organization in any

vicinity. This is in perfect harmony with all efforts for annihilation of

the manufacture or sale of intoxicating liquors for any purpose. The

constitution gives all the largest liberty to do that which is right and none

at all or the smallest to do that which is wrong. I feel much relieved to.

get into more definite work, rather than going hither and thither completing

nothing substantial.

Almighty God and His people help this breaking heart. "Give us

Oklahoma or we die," or are willing to die to save this land of the beautiful.

Oklahoma will be a leader. We want a strait path to the election of

a Prohibition President. If we can make our efforts a success, in the

territories, then this will be the greatest impetus all over. We will not

hinder any prohibition movement, we only go to the bottom, laying the ax

(or hatchet) at the root of the tree, for we can not succeed by prohibiting

intoxicants as a beverage alone, which is what the prohibition party up to

this time propose to do. ANNIHILATION is the only principle or true definition

of prohibition. 'Tis dangerous to let any of it survive. The advantages

of being a resident of Oklahoma will be so great, that, like the promised

land to the children of Israel, there will be an exodus from the

Egyptain bondage. The degraded and vicious will then leave the place

where their facility of engaging in all villainy and corruption is gone,

Mothers and Fathers often say, "O for a place where I can raise my children

where there is no saloons!" Oklahoma will answer the cry. What an

outrage is perpetrated by this Rum-soaked government in not allowing us

to have statehood! There is a cause and the people will find it out

Republicans know, that, when we do get statehood their allies the Trusts

will not be allowed to rob us and that we will not be at their mercy and

their appointees. I beg the financial aid of all, with plenty of money we

can publish literature showing up the horrors of a rum president. Roosevelt's

strong hold is his duplicity and schemes. He has signed the bill

licensing the curse on the poor Alaskan. This wholesale murder with the

awful lie that it is to build schools and roads. Oh, this gigantic murder

Nero was not worse.

I went to Medicine Lodge Feb. 15th, to see my friends, and lecture.

No one knew I was coming, got there between twelve and one at night,

train late. I got in the buss saw no one, was the only passenger, the

chimneys were off the lamps from the jolting and there was danger. I

tried to fix them. The driver had not made his appearance up to this

time. A man rushed in at the door, cursing, took my head in his two

hands, threw me out of the door, using profane and indecent language.

He was reeking with the smell of liquor. I was surprised and terrified,

not knowing any reason for this. The conductor, Mr. Knight, took me

in his carriage up to Mrs. Martin's. My friends said the outrage

was such that I ought to make complaint, which was done. Sam

Griffith, that was my old enemy, was still prosecuting attorney. He refused

to prosecute Bill Hall, the buss driver, one of the most disreputable

infidel vulgar character in the town, if not the worst, a tool of Jim Gano

the one who was republican sheriff when I was smashing in the county,

and the manager of the buss line. Bill Hall's lawyer was Poly Tincher,

the son-in-law of Southworth, the drug-store jointist here, who at this

time had an injunction served against him for selling liquor. There were

six jurymen called, mostly of the caliber, that suited this lawless, rum-

defending class of Medicine Lodge. They said Bill Hall was right, because

I snatched a cigar out of his mouth. I did not even see one. This

reminds me of a case where one would bring suit for injury in hell where

the devil was the judge, and expect to get a verdict for the defiance. The

indignation of the people at this insult has resulted in the election of other

officers. Jesus went to Nazareth and they tried to throw him over the

brow of the hill, still he had followers from Galilee.

This Republican rum God defying set of Medicine Lodge, were glad

to resent my exposure of them in my book and they would inflict any outrage

on me or my cause. I was glad to see that this was opening the

eyes and mouths of the best element. I can suffer if the people wake up.

I am appointed for this. "The world hateth me because I testify of it

that the works thereof are evil. Marvel not that the world hates you ye

know that it hated me before it hated you."

FINALE.

I again ask that as you read my book you will often pray for me

and this great cause of humanity. We are organizing Prohibition Federations

and I here give the Constitution and By-Laws of this movement.

Annihilation is the only method of dealing with intoxicating drinks and

never will this question be settled except by prohibiting it for any purpose.

Any one can send to our office in Shawnee and get the necessary literature

to organize. This is not to cause any friction in the prohibition party

for we are in hearty cooperation with all thorough workers.

CONSTITUTION AND BY-LAWS OF THE PROHIBITION FEDERATION.

PREAMBLE.

Trusting in Almighty God and our Savior Jesus Christ as the source

of all true government, and seeing the necessity of an organization that

will materialize votes and secure the election of officers who will pledge

themselves to the utter annihilation of the liquor traffic, we call on all

men, women and children to join this organization, which shall be known

as the "Prohibition Federation." We exclude from our organization any

person who will not vote for the total annihilation of intoxicating liquors

for any purpose. We co-operate with the Prohibition Party, but go a

step further, making it a crime to manufacture or sell intoxicating liquors

for any purpose.

ARTICLE 1.--OBJECT. The objects of the organization shall be: To

oppose in every way the use of intoxicating liquors, making it a crime

to manufacture, barter, sell, give away, export or import the same into

the United States for any purpose. To take charge of the local elections,

seeing that only those who will oppose the liquor traffic in such manner

as stated above, shall be nominated. To demand constitutional prohibition

and woman suffrage, and to secure the election of a prohibition President. To

recommend compulsory education. To see to the strict enforcement of all laws

relating to Sabbath observance, making it a misdemeanor to play any public

games on the Lord's Day. That the use of blasphemous language in any public

place be considered a misdemeanor, punishable by fine and imprisonment. To

make it a misdemeanor, punishable by fine and imprisonment, to manufacture,

sell, or use cigarettes. To examine the petitions of all saloon keepers as to

their compliance with the statutes, seeking to revoke those that have not

complied, and in every way seeking to prevent them from obtaining license.

ART. 2.--MEMBERSHIP. Any person may become a member by pledging

their loyalty to this constitution.

ART. 3.--OFFICERS. The officers shall consist of a President, four

Vice-Presidents, Secretary and Treasurer. They shall be elected at the

first regular business meeting in January and serve until their successors

are duly elected and qualified.

SEC. 2. The officers shall constitute the Executive Committee, which

shall have oversight of all the work of the Federation. The Executive

Committee shall have power to fill all vacancies occuring between the

annual elections.

ART. 4.--DUTIES OF OFFICERS. The President shall perform the duties

usually assigned to his office. He shall be a member ex-officio of all

committees.

SEC. 2. The first Vice-President shall be chairman of the Membership

Committee. This committee shall devise ways and means of securing

members and pledges for the support of the Federation.

Sec. 3. The second Vice-President shall be chairman of the Program

Committee. This committee shall arrange for all social and literary meetings.

Sec. 4. The third Vice-President shall be chairman of the Press and

Literature Committee. This committee shall see that all meetings are

duly announced by the local press and otherwise and report such meetings

to the local papers and also to the national organ. It shall secure

and distribute literature for the aggressive work of the Federation.

Sec. 5. The fourth Vice-President shall be chairman of the Law

Enforcement Committee. This committee shall report to the Federation

the non-enforcement of all statutes, suggesting means to secure the

enforcement of such statutes. It shall also investigate all lines of

law enforcement, instructing the Federation in statutory law.

Sec. 6. The Vice-Presidents, by and with the advice of the President,

shall select the persons to assist them in their several departments.

Sec. 7. The Secretary shall keep an accurate record of all business

meetings and a complete register of all members. The Secretary shall be

the authorized collector for the local Federation and shall be entitled to

a commission of ten per cent of all collections.

Sec. 8. The Treasurer shall be chairman of the Finance Committee.

This committee shall devise ways and means of securing pledges, and raising

money in any other way deemed advisable to further the interests of

the Federation. He shall report to the Secretary all pledges that have

been paid by members and others, so that the Secretary's book shall show

correctly all money received and paid out.

Sec 9. It shall be the duty of the Membership and Finance Committees

to take pledges from the members of the Federation, and any others,

to further its work. These pledges shall be for the month and payable

quarterly. One-third of such money secured shall be retained by the local

organization and the remaining two-thirds shall be sent to the Treasurer

at the home office in Guthrie, Oklahoma.

ART. 5.--REPORTS OF OFFICERS. At the annual meeting, each of the

officers shall present a full written report of the year's work.

ART. 6.--SPECIAL COMMITTEES. At the regular monthly business meeting

preceding the annual meeting, the President shall appoint from the

membership the following special committees: An Auditing Committee

of three. This committee shall examine all accounts and render a report

at the annual business meeting, a record of such report to appear upon

the Secretary's book. A Nominating Committee of five. This committee

shall report at the annual meeting the name of one candidate for each

office.

ART. 7.--MEETINGS. Two meetings a month shall be held. One to

transact the business of the Federation, the other for literary and social

purposes, conducted under the direction of the Program Committee. This

second meeting shall consist of oratorical contests, debates, recitations,

songs, or any other educational features.

The regular business meeting in January shall be the annual meeting.

ART. 8.--PAYMENT OF BILLS. No money shall be paid except upon an

order signed by the President and Secretary.

ART. 9.--OFFICIAL ORGAN. The official organ of the Federation shall

be "The Hatchet," published in Guthrie, Okla., (16-page monthly, 25

cents a year.) The Press and-Literature Committee shall solicit subscriptions

to the official organ.

ART. 10.--ORDER OF BUSINESS. The following order of business shall

be observed at all regular business meetings:

Devotional exercises.

Reading of previous minutes.

Report of Treasurer.

Report of Vice-Presidents.

Unfinished business.

New business.

Adjournment with prayer.

ART. 11.--AMENDMENTS. This constitution may be amended by a two-

thirds vote of the members present at any regular business meeting (ten

being a quorum), provided such amendment shall have been proposed in

writing at the previous regular business meeting.

CHAPTER XXVI.

CARRY NATION CLOSES CRUSADE IN DAYTON, OHIO--HOLDS THREE LARGELY

ATTENDED MEETINGS--SPEAKS TO LARGE AUDIENCE IN ARMORY--HAD

ENGAGED NATIONAL THEATRE, BUT INSPECTION OF AUDITORIUM INTERFERED--

REVIEW WEEK'S WORK.

Mrs. Carry Nation closed her crusade in this city, Dayton, Ohio, yesterday

by holding three remarkable meetings.

In the morning she filled the pulpit of the Home Avenue U. B. church

and as usual the church was not large enough to hold the crowd and

many had to stand outside.

Mrs. Nation was afterwards entertained at dinner by Rev. H. A.

Thompson at his residence, opposite the U. B. seminary.

The National theatre had been engaged for Mrs. Nation's Sunday

afternoon meeting, though Broadway M. E. church wanted her, but Mrs.

Nation desired to hold that meeting in as large a place as possible, as

she anticipated that there would be a large attendance. At the last moment

the National theatre management decided they could not permit the

house to be used Sunday, as they expected an inspection of the auditorium,

so Mrs. Nation's committee secured the big Armory around the corner

from the theatre at Sixth and the canal. Mrs. Nation had especially invited

the saloonkeepers, sports and unmarried young men and ladies. The

meeting was announced for 2:30, but at 1 o'clock the crowds began to assemble.

The large choir from McKinley M. E. church, under direction

of Rev. C. T. Lewis and his wife, arrived about 1:30 and rendered a fine

lot of selections until Mrs. Nation opened the meeting at 2:30. There

were only seats for about 3,000, but Captain Hooven estimated the crowd

as about 3,800 people. The galleries were crowded and nearly the entire

auditorium. All sorts of people were present--business and professional

men, saloonkeepers, and preachers, while W. C. T. U. ladies were in evidence

by their white ribbons. Representatives from probably every church

in Dayton were present and it is safe to say that it was the greatest

gathering of its kind ever held in this city. A collection box was at the

door and a splendid offering was obtained as everybody contributed--many

liberally, among whom was Dr. L. T. Cooper, who handed in a silver dollar,

stating: "I don't agree with her in all things, but she means well."

Mrs. Nation made a characteristic talk of over an hour, giving much

advice in a kindly way and, as usual, backing up all her arguments with

Scripture.

Mrs. Nation held her last meeting at 7 o'clock at Summit Street U.

B. church, and a thousand or more people stood around the outside of the

church unable to get in.

Mrs. Nation answered many questions put to her at this meeting and

from the view of the radical temperance advocates this was probably the

strongest talk she made. In every respect the meeting was a success.

Mrs. Nation left for Chicago on the Panhandle at 9:30 last night.

Saturday was also a busy day with Mrs. Nation. In the morning she

was a visitor at the U. B. Publishing house, and after dinner she held a

meeting at Christ's mission, Soldiers' Home. At 5 o'clock, accompanied

by some of her committee, she went to Salem, O., where she was entertained

by Rev. Baker, of the U. B. church, and afterwards held the usual

crowded meeting in his church, leaving there at 8 o'clock for Brookville,

O., where she held another big meeting at the U. B. church.

Mrs. Nation has certainly worked hard here and proven herself in

possession of wonderful energy and capacity for work. The following is

a list of appointments here in ten days, every one of which she filled and

not once could she fully accommodate the crowd: Friday night, October

21, street meeting corner Main and Fourth streets; afterwards to wedding

anniversary of Mr. and Mrs. E. C. Bennett, where many congenial

spirits were present. This took on the nature of an entertainment to Mrs.

Nation. Saturday night, October 22, U. B. church, Miamisburg; Sunday,

October 23, the Dunkard church, Dayton; Sunday, October 23, afternoon

at Bellbrook, O., mass meeting of the three churches at town hall; Sunday

night, October 23, St. Paul's M. E., Dayton; Monday night, October

24, Riverdale U. B.; Tuesday night, First United Presbyterian; Wednesday

night, Trinity M. E.; Thursday afternoon, Free Methodist; Thursday

night, mass meeting of colored churches at McKinley M. E.; Friday

afternoon, 2 o'clock, U. 13. seminary; 4 o'clock, W. C. T. U. meeting,

Broadway M: E.; Friday night, Second United Presbyterian, and balance

appointments as given above.

The committees of the various churches, the Citizens' League and

Prohibition party are much pleased with the work Mrs. Nation did here

and predict great results from it.--Dayton Daily.

CHAPTER XXVII.

(Sketch by WILL CARLETON, in his Magazine EVERYWHERE.)

Some years ago, the American public--always longing for "something

new," was treated to an absolutely unique sensation. A woman armed

with a hatchet had gone into a Kansas liquor saloon and smashed up its

appurtenances, in a very thorough and unconventional manner. After

this, she went into and through another, and another: and it began to took

as if all the bibulous paraphernalia of Kansas were about to be sent into

the twilight.

When the smoke had somewhat cleared away, and time elapsed sufficient to

garner these circumstances into authentic news, it transpired that

the woman who had done this was Mrs. Carry A. Nation--utterly obscure

and unknown until that week.

This raid among decanters was a very singular and startling act, for

a woman: but, somehow, people found it refreshing. It represented precisely

what many had imagined in their minds, what thousands of women

had wished they themselves could or dared do, what myraids of confirmed

drinkers, even, had wished might be done. News of Mrs. Nation's

swift and decided action went all over the country, like a stiff, healthy

gale. She was sharply criticised--but there lurked very often a "dry

grin" behind the criticism. This smashing was all very direct and unique

and Americans are in general fond of directness and uniqueness. It was,

technically, illegal; but, even so, it was remarked that the saloons which

Mrs. Nation wrecked, were themselves in brazen defiance of the laws of

the state of Kansas--unenforced on account of the fear or venality of

public officers.

The work of this determined woman went on with a thoroughness

and promptness that made it ultra-interesting. She was imprisoned again

and again, and became an inmate, at one time and another, of some nineteen

different jails. She had trial after trial--in which was developed

the fact that her tongue was as sharp as her hatchet; she often addressing

even the judge presiding, as "Your Dishonor," while prosecuting

attorneys she treated with supreme scorn. Not much mercy was shown

her in the county bastiles: she was often bestowed in cells next to insane

people--in the hope, she thinks, that she might become really crazy, as

well as reputedly so. One sheriff, finding that the fumes of cigarette-

smoking made her ill, treated all her follow-inmates to the little white

cylinders, and set them at work puffing vigorously. Chivalry and humanity

seemed, for the time being, to have faded from men's minds.

In these different immurments, she had time to write her friends and

even published a paper, called, "The Smasher's Mail." She told how she

came to do this work: it was, she claimed, by the direct command of God.

She had promised Him that if He would forgive her many sins, she

would work for Him in ways no one else would; and He took her at her

word--ordering her to go and smash saloons. This, of course, provokes

a smile, among most people, but Mrs. Nation is not the first one that has

worked under God's command--whether real or supposed.

At last, so many fines were heaped up against her, which must be

paid before she could be liberated, that it seemed to her as if she would

never get free; but in this dark hour, a lecture agent appeared, and said

he would pay the amount if she would give him some "dates." She

laughingly says now, that she did not know what she meant: and actually

wondered if he thought she was a fruit dealer. But when he explained

what he meant by "dates," a chance to go on the platform and give the

people a reason for the hatchet that was in her hand, she saw the gates

were opened; and enthusiastically went from jail to the lecture platform.

She became immediately a drawing card--in assembly halls in some

churches, and even at county fairs. She often made "big money" by selling

miniature hatchets as souvenirs. She worked, tirelessly and industriously,

to pay back the lecture agent for the sums he had advanced;

and after a time found surplus amounts on hand.

She did not hesitate very long as to the purposes for which they were

to be applied. Her personal expenses were very small; she dresses plainly;

and believes that God is entitled to her financial gains.

"A home for drunkards' wives," was her first thought, after paying

the fine money, and she set about it, and is working for it now.

After her platform work had proceeded for a time, it was decided that

she should star in the play, "Ten Nights in a Bar-room." As all know,

who have witnessed this simple but powerful drama, every act of it is

a prohibition lecture, and Mrs. Nation's part, that of the mother of the

murdered boy, was a lecture of itself. In one scene, she was represented

as smashing a saloon, most thoroughly; and this business was the most

popular of anything in the play--even at theatres that drew most of their

patronage from habitues of saloons.

Mrs. Nation's reasons for stepping from the churches to the footlights,

is not without its logic, in these days. "People go to the theatres

more than they do the churches," she says, "and I want to go where there

are plenty of people to hear me, and where they need me."

From the regular theatre she passed, and for the same reasons, to the

vaudeville, and did her regular "stunts" along with the singers, the dancers,

the harlequin's, acrobats, and the burnt cork humorists. The writer

of this has seen her in one of these performances, and considers it entirely

unique and unmistakably commendable.

It was in one of the most "free and easy" vaudeville shows in Greater

New York, and the audience, composed of men and boys, was a hilarious

one, and could have even become a turbulent one, if anything had occured

that did not please them. Many were half drunk, or nearly so.

"Smoke, if you want to," was lettered on a conspicuous sign, and most

of this audience wanted to. In the midst of the exercises, an interlude

occurred, in which the audience was invited to a saloon down stairs, where

they could proceed still farther in the liquid burning out of their bodies.

On the same stage of this same vaudeville theatre, John L. Sullivan, the

retired prize fighter, had, only a week before, appeared "in monologue,"

and had sometimes been so drunk that he could not go through with his

part.

In the midst of all this, Carry Nation was announced, and she stepped

upon the stage, unattended by any glare of colored lights or fanfare

of music. A quiet, motherly looking woman, plainly dressed, with a Bible

in her hand, she commanded almost immediately the respect of that large

crowd--from the men in the orchestra stalls to the gallery gods. One

half intoxicated fellow began to scoff at her, but was almost immediately

hushed by the scarcely less drunken ones around him. It was a sight

that hushed them all into respectful silence, for a respectable, earnest

woman, with the Holy Book in her hand, will have a subduing effect upon

almost any company of people.

Mrs. Nation announced her text, and preached a sermon, and delivered

a temperance lecture, both within the half-hour. (The latter she calls

a "prohibition lecture"--hating the word temperance, as applied to drink.)

She said words, such as had probably not been heard by most of those

there, for a great many years. She told them what sots they were making

of themselves, and made her points so emphatic that they cheered her

--almost in spite of themselves. She commenced her speech as an experiment,

so far as that day's audience was concerned; she closed a

heroine. She did not remain idle during the time between her appearances

on the stage, but cultivated the acquaintances of the actors and actresses,

and, it is said, to their good.

That is what Mrs. Nation is doing now, on what is called the eastern

vaudeville circuit; and it would be hard to see how one woman could do

more good in half an hour, than she does; and that among those that

need it most.

Mrs. Nation's whole name is Carrie Amelia Nation, but having noticed

from old records that her father wrote the first name "Carry," she

now does the same, and considers the name portentous as concerns what

she is trying and means to do. She believes, she says, that it is her mission

to "carry a nation" from the darkness of drunken bestiality into the

light of purity and sobriety; and if she can do this, or in any great measure

contribute to it, there are millions of people in the world, that will

bid her Good speed.

CHAPTER XXVIII.

A scientific article on the effects of alcohol on the human system.

If any doctor should try to deceive you here is the proof of his malicious

intent to drug you.

LIQUOR DRINKING IN HEALTH AND DISEASE.

REPORT OF THE COMMITTEE UPON THE PROGRESS MADE IN MEDICAL SCIENCE

IN FAVOR OF TEMPERANCE DURING THE YEAR ENDING JUNE 1, 1902--A. W.

GUTRIDGE, CHAIRMAN. READ AT THE THIRTY-FIRST ANNUAL CONVENTION

OF THE CATHOLIC TOTAL ABSTINENCE UNION OF THE ARCHDIOCESE OF ST.

PAUL, AND ORDERED PUBLISHED BY THE CONVENTION.

In order to understand what progress has been made during the year,

it is necessary to note the condition of affairs at the commencement of

the period.

Long before this committee began work the leading physicians of

every enlightened country, the men to whom the entire profession looks

for guidance, had declared against the use of alcohol both in health and

in disease.

IS ALCOHOL A DRINK!

One reason why all the greatest physicians believed it harmful was

because it had been found that alcohol was not a drink. The most abundant

substance found in the human body, is water. About 130 pounds of

the weight of a 160-pound person is water, "Quite enough if rightly

arranged to drown him." Man has been irreverently described as "about

30 pounds of solids set up in 13 gallons of water." So it is quite natural

for us to hunger for water; "death by thirst is more rapid and distressing

than by starvation." "It is through the medium of the water contained

in the animal body that all its vital functions are carried on."

Dr. W. B. Richardson of England has pointed out more than fifty

characteristics of the action of a natural drink upon the system. The action

of alcohol is the opposite of these in every particular, and therefore it

is not a real or natural drink. Of course the water which is found in

mixture in all alcoholic liquors serves to quench thirst, even though it

is often foul water.

IS IT A FOOD!

We also found, upon taking up the work imposed upon us, that

alcohol had been demonstrated not to be a food. Many classifications

of foods have been made, but about the best is that which divides them

broadly into two classes: to use homely language, flesh formers and body

warmers; those which build up or repair the bodily waste, and those

which sustain the animal warmth. The slow fire within us being necessary

to life we hunger for that only which will replace the substance

destroyed by the burning. "To the child of nature all hurtful things

are repulsive, all beautiful things attractive," As to flesh formers, it had

been noted that all foods useful in repairing bodily waste contain the

element nitrogen. Alcohol contains no nitrogen, and so could not be

classed among body builders. The chief body warmer is sugar. Alcohol

being a product of sugar, people were all misled for years into thinking

that it does in some kind and degree feed the system. The mistake

was easy, since after taking alcohol there is a temporary increase in

vivacity of mind and manner and in surface temperature, and a lessened

requirement for regular foods. These opinions had been tested in the

light of truth and proved erroneous. Axel Gustafson, in his Foundation

of Death, considers this subject at length. As early as 1840 French

physicians discovered that alcohol actually reduced the temperature of

the body. Prominent German and English medical men soon confirmed

the statement, and in 1850, Dr. N. S. Davis of Chicago, the founder of the

American Medical Association, in speaking of a number of observations

during the active period of digestion after ordinary food, whether nitrogenous

or carbonaceous, the temperature of the body is always increased,

but after taking alcohol, in either the form of the fermented or the distilled

drinks, it begins to fall within half an hour and continues to

decrease for from two to three hours. The extent and duration of the

reduction was in direct proportion to the amount of alcohol taken." The

most prominent physicians in Austria, Italy, Switzerland, Scandinavia

and Russia reached similar conclusions shortly after this. In explorations

in the Arctic regions where the cold is intense, no alcoholic drinks

are permitted. Dr. Nansen, the great Norwegian, attributes the fatalities of

the Greely expedition to the use of liquor, and this is the only

expedition of recent years which permitted the use of alcoholic drinks.

As a matter of fact it was long ago proved that "Alcohol does not warm

nor cool a person, but only destroys the sensation and decreases the

vitality." Superficial observers, however, have upheld the use of alcohol

as a food, saying, "See how fleshy it makes people." Well, healthy fat

is not always an advantage, but beer drinkers' fat is not the genuine

article. Healthy fat represents a stock of body warming food laid up

for a time of need and is formed only in health. The "fat" usually exhibited

by beer drinkers is not a fat at all; oil is not its chief factor. It

consists of particles of partly digested flesh forming food which the

system required, but which it was unable to assimilate owing to the presence

in the body of the alcohol which the beer contained. This sort of fat

instead of indicating health points to disease. This general teaching as

to the worthlessness of alcohol as a food had been set forth by the leaders

in medical profession, and accepted largely by the rank and file of

practitioners for about twenty-five years. An occasional cry came from

the other side, however, and late in 1899 Dr. W. O. Atwater, professor

in Wesleyan University, announced that he had, by an extended series

of experiments, proved the truth of the claims of those experimentors

who believed alcohol to have value as a food. Dr. Atwater's reports were

widely published by the whiskey press, and a state of some unrest

amongst thinking physicians followed, which had not been wholly quieted

when this committee began work.

IS IT A MEDICINE?

At the time we began work, however, it had been demonstrated that

alcohol is not a medicine. Many years ago Dr. Nottinghham, a great

English physician, said: "Alcohol is neither food nor physic." Dr.

Nicols, editor Boston Journal of Chemistry, long ago wrote, "The banishment

of alcohol would not deprive us of a single one of the indispensable

agents which modern civilization demands. In no instance of

disease in any form, is it a medicine which might not be dispensed with."

Dr. Bunge, professor of physical chemistry in the University of Basle,

Switzerland, said: "In general let it be understood that all the workings

of alcohol in the system which usually are considered as excitement

or stimulation are only indications of paralysis. It is a deep-rooted error

sense of fatigue is the safety value of the human organism. Whoever

dulls this sense in order to work harder or longer may be likened to an

engineer who sits down on his safety valve in order to make better speed

with his engine." Dr. F. H. Hammond of the U. S. army said: "Alcohol

strengthens no one. It only deadens the feeling of fatigue." Dr. Sims

Woodhead, professor in Cambridge University, England, had given the

following list of conditions in which alcohol should not be used: In

those (1) who have any family history of drunkenness, insanity or nervous

disease. (2) Who have used alcohol to excess in childhood or youth.

(3) Who are nervous, irritable or badly nourished. (4) Who suffer

from injuries to the head, gross disease of the brain and sunstroke. (5)

Who suffer from great bodily weakness, particularly during convalescence

from exhausting disease. (6) Who are engaged in exciting or

exhausting employment, in bad air and surroundings, in work shops and

mines. (7) Who are solitary or lonely or require amusement. (8) Who

have little self-control either hereditary or acquired. (9) Who suffer

from weakness, the result of senile degeneration. (10) Who suffer from

organic or functional diseases of the stomach, liver, kidney or heart.

(11) Who are young.

Much has been said concerning the stimulating effect of alcohol upon

the heart, and this had been treated at length. There is an increased

action of about four thousand beats in twenty-four hours for every

ounce of alcohol used. This fact still misleads some physicians into

prescribing it to strengthen the weak heart, but the increase is not due to

new force. The heart action normally is the result of arterial pressure

and nervous action, two forces mutually balancing each other. The

nervous action is diminished by the introduction of the alcohol; this

destroys the balance and deranges the arterial pressure. Dr. James

Edmunds, a great English physician, years ago said: "When we see a

man breathing with great vigor, does it occur to us that he must be in

good health? Is it an indication that he gets more air? We all know

better. It simply shows that he has asthma or some such disease, and

that his breathing is strained and imperfect. He is making use of less

air than the person who breathes quietly. This is the case with the blood,

work, so it plunges and struggles in the effort. And the cause of both

cases is the same. There is more carbonic acid in the blood than either

the heart or the lungs can handle. If for example I were suffering from

general debility and milk were the food best suited to my needs, and if I

should discover a tramp in my apartments drinking of my already too

limited supply, would it be reasonable to assert that the exhibition of

strength which I made in forcing him to desist is an indication that the

entrance of the vagrant bettered my enfeebled condition? The greater

activity of the heart is not due to the added strength resulting from

recruits of friends but to a desperate struggle to beat back a reinforced

enemy."

That alcohol does not allay pain had been established when this committee

was organized. The only proper method of allaying pain is to

remedy the disorder which produced it. It is no remedy to deaden the

nerves so that we cannot feel it. This reasoning had been found good

in the case of alcohol as a remedy in "colds." Whiskey does not relieve

the uneasiness and oppression we experience when ailing from a cold,

it only benumbs the nerves so we do not feel the trouble. The cure is

not hastened but delayed in this way.

IS IT THE CAUSE OF DISEASE?

Besides the fact that alcohol had, before this committee's existence,

been proved to be neither a drink nor a food nor a medicine, it had also

been shown to be the cause of disease. Over five thousand of the most

prominent physicians in this country had so stated it, and the proportion

was equally great in all the enlightened countries of Europe. The most

pronounced in this way, perhaps, have been the great leaders in medical

science in Austria, Germany and France. Some of the points made

against the use of alcohol were that it interferes with digestion by rendering

insoluble the active principle of the gastric juice, and especially by

preventing the solution of body-building foods. The natural action of

various organs of the body is more or less arrested by alcohol, thus reducing

the temperature. This from Dr. Edmunds already quoted: "The

blood carries certain earthy matters in it in a soluble state, these earthy

matters being necessary for the nutrition of the bones and other parts of

the body. You all know that when wine is fermented and turned from

a weak sweet wine into a strong alcoholic wine, you get what is called

a 'crust' formed on the inside of the bottle. What is that crust? That

crust consists of saline or earthy matters which were soluble in the

saccharine grape juice, but which are insoluble in the alcoholic fluids.

We find in drunkards that the blood vessels get into the same state as

the wine bottles from the deposit of earthy matter which has no business

to be deposited, and forms the 'beeswing' or crust in the blood vessels

of the drunkard, in his eye and in all of the tissues of the body." Alcohol

had been found to prevent the elimination of waste, thus the body is

loaded with worn and decaying tissues, leaving the system an inviting

field for all sorts of diseases. Life insurance companies, influenced by

business interests wholly, make a distinction between liquor users and

non-users. Nelson, a distinguished actuary of England, employed as an

expert by life insurance companies, found after investigating over 7,000

cases, none of which were drunkards, that between the ages of 15 and

20 the proportion of deaths in total abstainers to those in moderate drinkers

is as 10 to 18; between the ages of 25 and 30, as 10 to 31; between

30 and 40 as 10 is to 40.

With reference to the effect on the offspring of drinking parents, the

medical profession had accepted the teaching of the French specialist, Dr.

Jaccound, that "of the children of drinkers some of them become imbeciles

and idiots; others are feeble in mind, exhibit moral perversion, and sink

by degrees into complete degeneration; still others are epileptics, deaf

and dumb, scrofulous, etc.," and of the English teacher, Dr. Kerr, that

"long continued habitual indulgence in intoxicating drink to an extent far

short of intoxication is not only sufficient to originate and hand down a

morbid tendency, but is much more likely to do so than even repeated

drunken outbreaks with intervals of sobriety between."

Thus the men who have been of the greatest honor to the profession

in every land were a unit in opposing the use of alcohol in health or

disease and in holding that if people are determined to use it there is less

danger in health, as then the system is in better condition to throw off

its evil effects.

PROGRESS DURING THE PAST YEAR.

Now as to the progress made during the past year. In June, 1901,

the American Medical Association met in St. Paul. The branch of it

giving special study to the temperance question held several sessions,

about one hundred of the most distinguished physicians in the country

attending. Much time was given to considering Dr. Atwater's teaching

to the effect that he had proved alcohol to be a food. During the previous

year he had published the details of his experiments, and at the convention

it was shown that his own experiments upset his conclusions. It

had been held that except in rare instances alcohol taken into the system

passed away from it as alcohol without change. Dr. Atwater's experiments

strengthened somewhat the position of those who held that change

is not infrequent, but he concluded that the portion broken up while in the

body served as a food. A closer examination of his own experiments

showed that the portion oxidized had gone to form other compounds in

the system which were possibly more harmful than if it had all passed

off unchanged. Dr. Max Kassowitz, professor in the University of Vienna,

said, after Dr. Atwater's statement had been published: "For the animal

and human organism, alcohol is not both a food and a poison, but a

poison only, which like other poisons is an irritant when taken in small

doses while in larger ones it produces paralysis." In connection with

the fact that alcohol is simply a poison, it may be worth stating, that the

original meaning of the word "intoxicated" was "poisoned." After reading

Dr. Atwater, the Russian Commission for the study of alcoholism,

after two years' work, said: "The claim that alcohol is a food in any

proper sense of the term is not sufficiently proved." In the St. Paul

convention spoken of, politics obtained a foothold, and some weak resolutions

in favor of the army canteen were adopted but not even the champions

of the canteen were willing to subscribe to the statement that alcohol is

ever a real food.

Just previous to our last convention much noise was made through

the daily press concerning a finding of some English scientist to the effect

that an acquired tendency cannot be transmitted to offspring. We were

told that this would upset the theory that children inherit a craving for

intoxicants from intemperate parents, and "the moralists and reformers

would have to readjust this logic on these points." In the annual report

of the president of the Union a year ago, attention was drawn to the fact

that those who indulge in this sort of sophistry have not read what the

teachings of temperance workers have been on the subject. Such was not

the opinion of the scientists making the report, for it says "Children of

drunkards are liable to be mentally and physically weak and tend to

become paupers, criminals, epileptics and drunkards." It will be seen

from what has been said that this is the position we have held all along.

Dr. Davis, the dean of American physicians opposing the use of alcohol,

has published during the year a number of articles showing the impossibility

of alcohol's being of service as a medicine, and has dwelt especially

upon its harmful effects in fevers, diseases in which it is still much

prescribed. The two influential temperance societies composed of American

physicians have, during the past year, kept up the agitation against

alcohol as a medicine, and good is coming from it, as gradually medical

journals are giving more and more space to the question. The following

international manifesto has been issued by the leading physicians of the

world:

INTERNATIONAL MEDICAL MANIFESTO.

"The following statement has been agreed upon by the Council of

the British Medical Temperance Association, the American Medical Temperance

Association, the Society of Medical Abstainers in Germany, the

leading physicians in England and on the continent. The purpose of this

is to have a general agreement of opinions of all prominent physicians

in civilized countries concerning the dangers from alcohol, and in this

way give support to the efforts made to check and prevent the evils from

this source.

In view of the terrible evils which have resulted from the consumption

of alcohol, evils which in many parts of the world are rapidly increasing,

we, members of the medical profession, feel it to be our duty, as

being in some sense the guardians of the public health, to speak plainly

of the nature of alcohol, and of the injury to the individual and the

danger to the community which arise from the prevalent use of intoxicating

liquors as beverages.

We think that it ought to be known that:

1. Experiments have demonstrated that even a small quantity of

alcoholic liquor, either immediately or after a short time, prevents perfect

mental action, and interferes with the functions of the cells and

tissues of the body, impairing self-control by producing other markedly

injurious effects. Hence alcohol must be regarded as a poison, and ought

not to be classed among foods.

2. Observation establishes the fact that a moderate use of alcoholic

liquors, continued over a number of years, produces a gradual deterioriation

of the tissues of the body, and hastens the changes which old age

brings, thus increasing the average liability to disease (especially to

infectious disease,) and shortening the duration of life.

3. Total abstainers, other conditions being similar, can perform more

work, possess greater powers of endurance, have on the average less sickness,

and recover more quickly than non-abstainers, especially from

infectious diseases, while altogether escape diseases specially caused by

alcohol.

4. All the bodily functions of a man, as of every other animal, are

best performed in the absence of alcohol, and any supposed experience

to the contrary is founded on delusion, a result of the action of alcohol

on the nerve centers.

5. Further, alcohol tends to produce in the offspring of drinkers an

unstable nervous system, lowering them mentally, morally and physically.

Thus deterioration of the race threatens us, and this is likely to be greatly

accelerated by the alarming increase of drinking among women, who

have hitherto been little addicted to this vice. Since the mothers of the

coming generation are thus involved the importance and danger of this

increase cannot be exaggerated.

Seeing, then, that the common use of alcoholic beverages is always

and everywhere followed, sooner or later, by moral, physical and social

results of a most serious and threatening character, and that it is the cause,

direct or indirect, of a very large proportion of the poverty, suffering,

vice, crime, lunacy, disease and death, not only in the case of those who

take such beverages, but in the case of others who are unavoidably associated

with them, we feel warranted, nay, compelled to urge the general

adoption of total abstinence from all intoxicating liquors as beverages,

as the surest, simplest, and quickest method of removing the evils which

necessarily result from their use. Such a course is not only universally

safe, but it is also natural.

We believe that such an era of health, happiness and prosperity would

be inaugerated thereby that many of the social problems of the present

age would be solved."

The year has been marked by more detailed examination of the

effects of alcohol upon the human system, with the result that progress

towards its eventual overthrow as a medicine has been distinctly made.

The greatest reforms are brought about quietly, but truth is mighty and

does prevail. It will take time but gradually all will come to feel the

suggestive power in the fact that "The table of nature is spread, and

bountifully spread, for all its millions upon millions of guests, but wine

and strong drink are not on the table."

SCIENTIFIC TESTIMONY ON BEER

(From speech by SENATOR J. H. GALLINGER, M. D., January 9, 1901.)

OPINIONS OF LEADING PHYSICIANS.

The alarming growth of the use of beer among our people, and the

spreading delusion among many who consider themselves temperate and

sober, that the encouragement of beer drinking is an effective way of

promoting the cause of temperance and of aiding to stamp out the demon

rum, impelled the Toledo Blade to send a representative to a number of the

leading physicians of Toledo to obtain their opinions as to the real damage

which indulgence in malt liquors does the victim of that form of intemperance.

Every one is not only a gentleman of the highest personal character,

but is a physician whose professional abilities have been severely tested,

and received the stamp of the highest indorsement by the public and their

professional brethren. More skilful physicians are not to be found anywhere.

We have not selected those of known temperance principles. What

they say of beer is not colored by any feeling for or against temperance,

but is the cold, bare experience of men of science who know whereof they

speak.

A BEER DRINKING CITY.

Toledo is essentially a beer drinking city. The German population is

very large. Five of the largest breweries in the country are here. Probably

more beer is drank, in proportion to the population, than in any other

city in the United States. The practice of these physicians is, therefore,

largely among beer drinkers, and they have had abundant opportunities to

know exactly its bearings on health and disease.

Every one bears testimony that no man can drink beer safely, that

it is an injury to any one who uses it in any quantity, and that its effect

on the general health of the country has been even worse than that of

whiskey. The indictment they with one accord present against beer drinking

is simply terrible.

The devilfish crushing a man in his long, winding arms, and sucking

his blood from his mangled body, is not so frightful an assailant as this

deadly but insidious enemy, which fastens itself upon its victim, and daily

becomes more and more the wretched man's master, and finally dragging

him to his grave at a time when other men are in their prime of mental

and bodily vigor.

BEER KILLS QUICKER THAN OTHER LIQUORS.

Dr. S. H. Burgen, a practitioner 35 years, 28 in Toledo, says: "I

think beer kills quicker than any other liquor. My attention was first called

to its insidious effects, when I began examining for life insurance. I

passed as unusually good risks five Germans--young business men--who

seemed in the best health, and to have superb constitutions. In a few

years I was amazed to see the whole five drop off, one after another, with

what ought to have been mild and easily curable diseases. On comparing

my experience with that of other physicians I found they were all having

similar luck with confirmed beer drinkers, and my practice since has heaped

confirmation on confirmation.

"The first organ to be attacked is the kidneys; the liver soon sympathizes,

and then comes, most frequently, dropsy or Bright's disease, both

certain to end fatally. Any physician, who cares to take the time, will

tell you that among the dreadful results of beer drinking are lockjaw and

erysipelas, and that the beer drinker seems incapable of recovering from

mild disorders and injuries not usually regarded of a grave character.

Pneumonia, pleurisy, fevers, etc., seem to have a first mortgage on him,

which they foreclose remorselessly at an early opportunity.

BEER WORSE THAN WHISKEY.

"The beer drinker is much worse off than the whiskey drinker, who

seems to have more elasticity and reserve power. He will even have delirium

tremens; but after the fit is gone you will sometimes find good material

to work upon. Good management may bring him around all right.

But when a beer drinker gets into trouble it seems almost as if you have

to recreate the man before you can do anything for him. I have talked

this for years, and have had abundance of living and dead instances around

me to support my opinions."

WRONGS WE CAN NEVER UNDO.

(By Delle M. Mason.)

I have come home to you, mother. Father, your wayward son

Has come to himself at last, and knows the harm he has done.

I have bleached your hair out, father, more than the frosts of years;

I have dimmed your kind eyes, mother, by many tears.

Since I left you, father, to work the farm alone,

And bought a stock of liquors with what I called my own,

I've been ashamed to see you; I knew it broke you down,

To think you had brought up a boy to harm his native town.

I've given it all up, mother; I'll never sell it more.

I've smashed the casks and barrels, I've shut and locked the door.

I've signed the temperance pledge--the women stood and sang,

The clergymen gave three hearty cheers, and all the church bells rang.

But one thing seemed to haunt me, as I came home to you;

Of all the wrongs that I have done not one can I undo.

There's old Judge White, just dropping into a drunkard's grave;

I've pushed him down with every drop of brandy that I gave.

And there's young Tom Eliot--was such a trusty lad,

I made him drink the first hot glass of rum he ever had.

Since then, he drinks night after night, and acts a ruffian's part,

He has maimed his little sister, and broke his mother's heart.

And there is Harry Warner, who married Bessie Hyde,

He struck and killed their baby when it was sick, and cried,

And I poured out the poison, that made him strike the blow,

And Bessie raved and cursed me, she is crazy now, you know.

I tried to act indifferent, when I saw the women come,

There was Ryan's wife, whose children shivered and starved at home,

He'd paid me, that same morning, his last ten cents for drink,

And when I saw her poor, pale face, it made me start and shrink.

There was Tom Eliot's mother, wrapped in her widow's veil,

And the wife of Brown, the merchant, my whiskey made him fail;

And my old playmate, Mary, she stood amid the band,

Her white cheek bore a livid mark, made by her husband's hand.

It all just overcome me; I yielded then and there,

And Elder Sharpe, he raised his hand, and offered up a prayer.

I know that he forgave me, I couldn't help but think

Of his own boy, his only son, whom I had taught to drink.

So I have come back, father, to the home that gave me birth,

And I will plow and sow and reap the gifts of mother earth.

Yet, if I prove a good son now, and worthy of you two,

My heart is heavy with the wrongs I never can undo.

SHE'S COMING ON THE FREIGHT.

Or, The joint Keeper's Dilemma.

Say, Billy, git ten two-by-four

'Nd twenty six-by-eight,

'Nd order from the hardware store

Ten sheets of boiler plate,

'Nd 'phone the carpenter to come

Most mighty quick--don't wait,

For there's a story on the streets

She's coming on the freight.

O, many years I've carried on

My business in this town;

I've helped elect its officers

From mayor Dram clear down;

I've let policemen, fer a wink,

Get jags here every day;

Say, Billy, get a move on, fer

She's headed right this way.

I don't mind temp'rance meetin's

When they simply resolute,

Fer after all their efforts bring

But mighty little fruit;

But when crowbars and hatchets

'Nd hand axes fill the air--

Say, Billy, git that boiler iron

Across the window there!

It beats the nation--no, I think

The Nation's beatin' me,

When I can pay a license here

And still not sell it free;

Fer I must keep my customers

Outside 'nd make 'em wait,

Because the story's got around

She's comin' on the freight.

There, Billy, now we've got her--

Six-eights across the door,

'Nd solid half-inch boiler iron

Where plate glass showed before;

But, Bill, before that freight arrives

Ye'd better take a pick

'Nd pry that cellar window loose,

So we can git out quick. ED. BLAIR.

A. WOMAN.

(Dedicated to Mrs. Carry Nation.)

When Kansas joints are open wide

To ruin men on every side,

What power can stem their lawless tide?

A woman.

When many mother's hearts have bled

And floods of sorrow's tears are shed,

Who strikes the serpent on the head?

A woman.

When boys are ruined every day

And older ones are led astray,

Who boldly strikes and wins the fray?

A. woman.

When drunkenness broods o'er the home,

Forbidding pleasure there to come,

Whose hatchet spills the jointist's rum?

A woman.

When rum's slain victims fall around,

And vice and poverty abound,

Who cuts this up as to the ground?

A woman.

When those who should enforce the law

Are useless as are men of straw,

What force can make saloons withdraw?

A woman.

When public sentiment runs low,

And no one dares to make them go,

Whose hatchet lays their fixtures low?

A woman.

Who sways this mighty rising tide

That daily grows more deep and wide,

Until no rum shall it outride?

A woman.

Who then can raise her fearless band

And say 'twas "Home Defender's" band

Who drove this monster from the land!

A woman.

--DR. T. J. MERRYMAN.

THAT LITTLE HATCHET.

The world reveres brave Joan of Arc,

Whose faith inspired her fellowman

To crush invading columns dark.

So, modern woman's firmer will

To conquer crime's unholy clan,

Crowns her man's moral leader still.

A century was fading fast,

When o'er its closing decade passed

A matron's figure, chaste, yet bold,

Who held within her girdle's fold

A bran' new hatchet.

The jointists smiled within their bars,

'Mid bottles, mirrors and cigars--

The woman passed behind each screen,

And soon ocurred a "literal" scene--

Rum, ruin, racket!

At first she "moral suasion" tried,

But lawless men mere "talk" deride:--

'Twas then she seized her household ax

And for enforcing law by acts,

Found nought to match it.

The work thus wrought with zeal discreet,

Has saved that town from rum complete;

Proving that woman's moral force

Like man's, is held, as last resource,

By sword or hatchet.

And following up that dauntless raid,

The nation welcomes her crusade;

All o'er the land, pure women charmed,

Are eager forming, each one armed

With glittering hatchets.

Talk of "defenders of the nation!"

Woman's slight arm sends consternation

'Mong its worst foes, on social fields,

Worse than the "Mauser," when she wields

The "smashing" hatchet.

Mahommed sought by arts refined,

To raise his standard o'er mankind;

But found success for aye denied,

Until at length he boldly tried

The battle-hatchet.

When soon his power imperial, shone

O'er countless tribes, in widening zone;

And wine was banished from the board

Of Moslem millions, by the sword

And victor's hatchet.

So may it be with this great nation,

When woman tests her high vocation;

Persuasion proves a futile power

To quell the joints, but quick they cower

At the whirling hatchets.

True chivalry must come again,

And men, more noble, but less vain,

Responding to its modern sense,

Guard woman, while in self-defense

She plies her hatchet.

When honor bright appeals to men

"The weak confounds the mighty," then

Side doors and slot-machines must close

And such games hide, when women pose

With sharpened hatchets.

'Else are men brutes, and all their pride

And gallant valor, they must hide

In coward shirking. This shameful end

They must accept, or else defend

The "home-guard" hatchet.

'Tis woman's crucial, fateful hour,

Her fine soul's test, 'gainst man's coarse power.

In war, she can not be man's peer,

But for home's weal, all men sincere

Bow to her hatchet.

Man's "Vigilance" is oft condoned,

When Vice and Crime has been enthroned.

Shall women then, be more to blame,

When she In Virtue's sacred name

Raises her hatchet?

'Tis she must grasp the nation's prize--

A pure, proud home, earth's paradise.

The joints must go, but, never till

Woman exerts her potent will

And holy hatchet.

As men, once slaves, their freedom gained

By force, and power at length attained;

So, cultured brains and force combined,

Shall mark the sphere of womankind

And surely reach it.

In valor, more Joan d'Arc's are needed,

Woman's high social power's conceded,

But she herself, must blaze the path

To public morals, by her own worth

And "Little Hatchet."

--C. BUTLER-ANDREWS.

Dr. Howard Russell told in his address at Kokomo, Sunday, March

24, how when Mrs. Nation was on her way from Topeka to Peoria

recently, a passenger on the same train came into the car where she

was and sang a song of his own composition. He was evidently a farmer

with a large stock of mother-wit. He was lame, and limped into the

car, and hopped up and down while he sang. A great deal of merry

enthusiasm was aroused, and the car, packed full of people, expressed

their appreciation by round after round of applause. It is evident that

Mrs. Nation is quite popular in that part of the country.

The song is as follows:

Hurrah, Samantha, Mrs. Nation is in town!

So get on your bonnet and your Sunday-meeting gown.

Oh, I am so blamed excited I am hopping up and down,

Hurrah, Samantha, Carrie Nation is in town!

Get you ready, we are going to the city,

Where the "Home Defenders" are all feeling gay,

And the mothers all exclaiming, "Its a pity

That Carrie Nation does not come here every day."

I want to hear that mirror-smashing music,

And to look in Mrs. Nation's blessed face,

And to see the saloon men all cavorting

With that hatchet bringing sadness to their face.

Hurrah, Samantha, Mrs. Nation is in town!

So wear your brightest bonnet and your alapaca gown.

Oh, I am so jubilated I'm a-hopping up and down,

Hurrah! hurrah! Samantha, Mrs. Nation is in town.

OUTCAST.

(Found in manuscript among the personal effects of a prostitute, 22

years of age, who died in the Commercial Hospital, Cincinnati, O.)

Once I was pure as the snow, but I fell,

Fell like the snowflakes from heaven to hell;

Fell to be trampled as filth on the street

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat;

Pleading--cursing--dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God, have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like a crystal, a heart like its glow,

Once I was loved for my innocent grace--

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face!

Fathers,--mothers,--sisters,--all,

God and myself have I lost by my fall;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

Will make a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh;

For all that in on or above me I know,

There is nothing so pure as the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange it should be when the night comes again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain.

Fainting,--freezing,--dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan,

To be heard in the streets of the crazy town,

Gone mad in the joy of the snow coming down;

To be and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and shroud of the beautiful snow.

Helpless and foul as the trampled snow

Sinner, despair not! Christ stoopeth low

To rescue the soul that is lost in sin,

And raise it to life and enjoyment again.

Groaning--bleeding--dying for thee

The crucified hung on the cursed tree,

His accent of mercy fell soft on thine ear,

"Is there mercy for me? Will He heed my weak prayer?"

O, God! in the stream that for sinners did flow,

Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.

THE LIPS THAT TOUCH LIQUOR MUST

NEVER TOUCH MINE.

You are coming to woo me, but not as of yore,

For I hastened to welcome your ring at the door,

For I trusted that he, who stood waiting for me then,

Was the brightest, the noblest, the truest of men.

Your lips on my own when they printed "Farewell,"

Had never been soiled by the "Beverage of Hell,"

But they come to me now with the bacchanal sign,

And the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine.

I think of that night, in the garden alone,

When whispering you told me your heart was my own,

That your love in the future should faithfully be,

Unshared by another, kept only for me.

Oh sweet to my soul is the memory still,

Of the lips that met mine when they murmured "I will,"

But now to their pleasure no more I incline,

For the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine.

O, John! How it crushed me when first in your face,

The pen of the "Rum Fiend" had written "Disgrace,"

And turned me in silence and tears from that breath,

All poisoned and foul from the chalice of death.

It shattered the hopes I had cherished to last,

It darkened the future and clouded the past,

It shattered my Idol and ruined the shrine,

For the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine.

I loved you, O! dearer than language can tell,

And you saw it, you proved it, you knew it too well;

But the man of my love was far other than he

Who now from the "tap room" came reeling to me.

In manhood and honor, so noble and right,

His heart was so true and his genius so bright,

And his Soul was unstained, unpolluted by wine,

But the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine.

You promised reform; but I trusted in vain;

Your pledge was but made to be broken again,

And the lover so false to his promises now,

Will not as a husband be true to his vow.

The word must be spoken that bids you depart,

Though the effort to speak it would shatter my heart,

Though in silence with blighted affections I pine,

Yet the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine.

If one spark in your bosom of virtue remain,

Go fan it with prayer, till it kindle again,

Resolved, "God helping," in future to be

From wine and its follies unshackled and free.

And when you have conquered this foe of your Soul,

In manhood and honor beyond its control,

This heart will again beat responsive to thine,

And the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine.

--Unknown.

WAR AMONG THE POETS.

From the Royal Arch News, the warhorse of the booze hoodlums,

the snapdragon of the jungle, the siren of Hades.

"The Lips that Touch Liquor Shall Never Touch Mine," so sings--

Miss Cora Vere, who writes jingle for the Anti-Saloon press, and this is

the reply that the R. A. News would make:

The lips that touch liquor don't hanker to touch

The lips of a maiden like you--not much!

If a man--not a milksop--should happened to wed

A creature like you, he had better be dead;

For never a moment of peace would he see

Unless he would bow to your every decree,

If he smoked a cigar, or drank beer, you would make

A hell of his home, and perhaps you would break

Into court and denounce him, in search of divorce,

And fools would uphold you, as matter of course.

Perhaps, like the Nation, a hatchet you'd take

And his bottles of beer and cigar-boxes break,

And get your name blazoned in all of the papers,

By your rowdydow talk and unwomanly capers,

No! the lips that touch liquor don't hanker to touch

The lips of a female like you are--not much!

I am not a poet myself but I am fortunate in having a friend that

is, so I called on him to meet this antagonist with a nobler steel, and

behold the defeat of this champion of a dying cause:

AN AMERICAN COUNTESS, OR LADY VERE.

"The lips that touch liquor, shall never touch mine;"

The meaning is clear, the sense is divine,

Bespeaks a clear head, an unsullied heart--

A fortune from which no sane man would part.

O, God! give us more of such women, we pray,

Then slop-pots of whisky we'd urge to the fray.

The hatchets of "Carrie," and Cora Vere,

Would knock out the spigots and bungs of whisky.

An army like those would drive them pell-mell;

For safety they'd Hazen, and think they did well

To escape from the jury of women turned loose

Who have drank to its dregs the damnation of booze.

The idea that women would "hanker" to touch,

The lips of a demijohn; I guess not--"not much;"

A forty-rod pole should line up between,

No nearer than that a fair lady be seen.

So now, "Indiana, of Royal Arch News,"

You've taken great pains to give us your views;

I take up the gauntlet, and venture reply;

I stop not to argue, but simply defy.

You say in one case one had better be dead

Than with a good woman in wedlock be wed:

But somewhere I've read your kind do not die;

But passing from earth, 'are hung up to dry."

Besotted with whiskey,--unfitting to tell,

Even Satan himself avoiding the "smell;"

Before then we part, I would bid you adieu,

Reform while you may--begin life anew.

If you have a surplus--like Lady Vere,

Please pass them around, turn them over to me;

"A la Hobson"--I'd venture to sample the store,

And look o'er the field--yes! and "hanker" for more.

Sparta, Mo. D. E. GRAYSTON.

"GOD BLESS OUR CARRIE NATION."

May she live to see the day,

When the liquor traffic will be no more,

When the traffic of the devil

Will all be swept away

And God's peace remain supreme from shore to shore.

God bless the hatchet wielder,

May it never cease to strike,

Till it drives the cursed intemperance from our land

Let us stand for God and duty,

Till we gain the Eden of beauty

And be what God designed for us,

A happy union band.

God bless our Carrie Nation,

Give her courage, strength, and might,

To go forth in former battlements arrayed.

Till this cursed intemperance,

Will be driven from our shore,

From every village, hamlet and the glade.

O, God raise up a million,

Of our Carrie Nation minds,

That they may fight for freedom, from the thrall.

Let's join our hands with Carrie

And do not let us tarry,

Oh, let us toil for Jesus one and all.

AMERICA'S HISTORIC HATCHET.

Ere Yankee Doodle came to town,

And routed king and tory,

Three words sublime were writ by time

To live in song and story;

"George Washington"--immortal name

There's few or none can match it;

His father's favorite cherry tree,

And "George's little hatchet."

In Boston's harbor next we trace

The little hatchet's story;

In smashing up the Crown's tea-chests,

It won a crown of glory.

And every time Wrong shows his head,

That weapon "bald doth snatch it,

For patriot hands are ever found

To wield the "Yankee hatchet."

A century and more has passed,

With blooms and blizzards blowing

O'er Kansas' plains--where corn and grains,

'Round happy homes are growing;

Where statutes pure close each "joint" door,

Forbidding to unlatch it,

There, in the fight, defending Right,

We find our "loyal hatchet."

The boy who 'could not tell a lie,"

The flag of freedom planted,

He shelled "Corn"--wallis to the "cob"

On Yorktown's field undaunted.

Since then, our tea is duty free

No Briton dare attach it;

While the new woman in the case,

Now poses with the hatchet.

She dares to fight a gorgon fight!

A cruel monster hell-born,

Whose hungry maw, ignoring law,

Mocks misery's tears to scorn.

She may not slay the beast, but aye

Her blows will badly scratch it;

All praise is due the woman true,

Who wields the "home-guard" hatchet.

When time shall build the marble guild,

That marks man's reformation,

Its arch of fame shall bear the name

Of dauntless Carrie Nation.

Her righteous scorn of rum and wrong--

May all creation catch it,

And join the "Woman's World Crusade,"

Armed with "our nation's" hatchet.

--Minna Irving, in Leslie's Weekly. Revised and

second stanza added by C. Butler Andrews.

THE HATCHET CRUSADE.

(Dedicated to Mrs. Carry Nation.)

Oh, woman, armed with one little hatchet.

Fighting for justice and right,

And with your brave mother courage

Knowing your cause was right,

You've done more to hasten God's kingdom,

And to crush satan's power o'er men,

Than countless numbers of creation's lords,

With the power of the ballot thrown in.

You've awakened the mothers to action

Whose powers have long dormant been,

While the minions of satan have strained every nerve

To ruin our boys and our men.

Rouse, mothers, too long we've been sleeping,

Shall one of us let it be said

That we calmly stood by while those who are dear

Were down to destruction led.

American mothers, hear me,

If you think God will not send the warning

In hieroglyphics upon the wall?

God is not mocked, He is just the same,

And has given the power to you.

If you're weighed and found wanting our nation will fall

Because you did not your duty do.

Then let us unfurl our broad banners,

Fling their folds to the breezes high,

Let this still be our motto,

"We'll trust in God, and keep our powder dry."

--CARRIE CHEW SNEDDON.

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"The Use and Need of the

Life of Carry A. Nation."

Revised Edition. 25,000 Copies.

Finely Illustrated.

Fancy Paper Covers, 50c. Cloth, $1.00

BY MAIL POSTPAID.

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Organizers wanted. We want earnest men and

women to take the field and do active, aggressive work

for us.

Send for literature and instructions to headquarters,

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YOUR BALLOT

IS

YOUR

HATCHET

"The word of God is quick and powerful and sharper than any

two edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and

spirit."

The Home Defender.

The Home Builder.

"Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home."

TO CUT

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THE EVIL

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The above is the heading of my paper which I am now publishing at

Guthrie, Okla.

I know that the mass of the people are in the dark concerning my work

and the need of it, because of the misrepresentations of the rum-bought

press. I have written my book which gives the facts of God's calling me

into this work because He loves the people and has heard the mothers'

prayers.

I want every person who reads this announcement to send for a free

sample copy of the "Hatchet." It will open your eyes. It will make

prohibition votes.

The aroused motherhood of this nation SHALL rescue her children

and stop the soul-destroying, vote-protected, licensed-for-money liquor

traffic in its annual slaughter of a hundred thousand of her sons.

If you want a prohibition paper that even the enemies of prohibition

will subscribe for and read, write to "The Hatchet" for terms. It is a

sixteen page illustrated monthly magazine, 25cts per year. It is a "hit"

and smashes where it hits.

Special offer: Send the names of ten of the most active prohibition

men and women of your neighborhood and ten cents, and you will receive

"The Hatchet" for one year.

Full time workers can make good wages and many converts to prohibition

by selling my book. "The Use and Needs of the Life of Carry A.

Nation." For terms write "The Hatchet," Guthrie, Okla.

Special Offer: Send us 50cts and we will send you the book and also

"The Hatchet" for one year. After receiving the book if you are not

satisfied return it in good condition inside of seven days and we will refund

your money.

DO IT NOW. While you wait, liquor wins! Procrastination is the

thief of time--of votes--of souls!

Address, "THE HATCHET," Guthrie, Oklahoma