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formerly 250 men were employed they now employ 1500 men! One such
factory bears the placard:--

'Once we made booze,
Now we make shoes.'

The revenue that comes from prosperity enriches a nation; the revenue
that comes from its degradation impoverishes. When we are freed from
the waste and ruin wrought by alcohol--then our national revenue will
flourish as never before. In a prosperous land the revenue will look
after itself. Those who are so anxious lest we be overtaxed are trying
to inspire us with groundless fears.

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The most sacred thing on earth is the mother and the child. It is they
who suffer and perish because of conditions that are indefensible. The
little spark of grey matter behind the eyes of a little child may
become a Newton, a Knox, or a Walter Scott. 'There is no wealth but
life,' declared Ruskin. Every motive of patriotism and religion moves
us to do everything in our power to save childhood and motherhood.
There never in any land was any propaganda so cynical, so unblushing as
the propaganda that for weary weeks has now screamed in our ears--'No
Change.' The blood of four dread years, and then--'No Change!' The
agony of the world's most awful Gethsemane, and at its end--'No
Change!' ... Nothing more need be said. Only the blind could have made
such appeals.

CHAPTER IV

THE GREATEST OF TYRANNIES

The deadliest foe of humanity is the deadening power of custom. What
we have seen from our earliest days has no power to stir our conscience
or kindle the fire of indignation. It may be the case that when Lot
went down to Sodom he was at first 'vexed with the filthy conversation
of the wicked.' But he did not continue vexed very long. He got to
like it. At last he sat at the gates of that city with great
enjoyment. As he sank into the mire he became unconscious of the
slough. Otherwise he would never have returned to it. When the great
war of the five kings against four reached its consummation, and Lot
was a prisoner going north with a halter round his neck, he often
groaned, 'If I ever get out of this I'll never look near that filthy
Sodom again.' Like a bolt from the blue came deliverance and victory
and spoils--and back he went to Sodom and its filthy conversations as
before. It is such a wonderfully modern story. In every age men get
so accustomed to the filth that it no longer seems filth. The mud of
their daily habit becomes their gold.

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When we