GET ON THE WATER WAGON. 29 He goes up to another milland says: “What kind of a mill are you?” “A paper mill.” “What do you make paper out of?” “Straw and rags.” “Well, we will make laws for you. We must have paper on which to write notes and mortgages.” He goes up to another mill and says': “Hey, what kind of a mill are you?” “A gin mill.” “I don’t like the looks nor the smell of you. A gin mill; what do you make? What kind of a mill are you?” “A gin mill.” “What is your raw material?” “The boys of America.” The gin mills of this country must have 2,000,000 boys or shut up shop. Say, walk down your streets, count the homes, and every fifth home has to furnish a boy for a drunkard.- Have you furnished yours? No. Then I have to furnish two to make up. “What is your raw material?” “American boys.” “Then I will pick the boys up and give them to you." A man says: “Hold on, not that boy, he is mine.” Then I will say to you what a saloon-keeper said to me when I protested: “I am not interested in boys; to hell with your boys.” “Say, saloon gin mill, what is your finished product?” “Bleary-eyed, low-down, staggering men and the scum of God’s dirt, that have gone to the mat and taken the count.” Go to the jails, go to the insane asylums and the penitentiaries, and the homes for feeble-minded. There you will find the finished produce for their dirty business. I tell you it is the worst business this side of Hell, and you know it. Listen! Here is an extract from the Saturday Evening Post of November 9th, 1907, taken from a paper read by a brewer. You will say that a man didn’t say It: “It appears
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