28 GET ON THE WATER WAGON. the man that votes for the saloon that sold the whisky to him will go to Hell. If the man that drinks the whisky goes to Hell, and the man that sold the whisky to the men that drank it, goes to Heaven, then that poor drunkard will have the right to stand on the brink of eternal damnation and put his arms around the pillar of justice, shake his fist in the face of the Almighty and say, “Unjust! Unjust!” If you vote for the dirty business you ought to go to Hell as sure as you live, and I would like to fire the furnace while you are there. Some fellow says: “Drive the saloon out and the buildings will be empty.” Which would you rather have, empty buildings, or empty jails, penitentiaries and insane asylums? You drink the stuff and what have you to say? You that vote for it, and you that sell it? Look at them painted on the canvas of your recollection. What is the matter with this grand old country of ours? I heard my friend, George Stuart, tell how he imagined that he walked up to a mill and said: “Hello, there, what kind of a mill are you?” “A saw mill.” “And what do you make?” “We make boards out of logs.” “Is the finished product worth more than the raw material?” “Yes.” “We will make laws for you. We must have lumber for houses.” He goes up to another mill and says: “Hey, what kind of a mill are you?” “A grif* mill.” “What do you make?” “Flour and meal out of wheat and corn.” “Is the finished product worth more than the raw material?” . “Yes.” “Then come on. We will make laws for you. We will protect you.”
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