e it to be morally wrong to convert God's golden
grain into what debases mankind. They preach that what is morally
wrong can never be made politically right. With them it is a matter of
deep, permanent conviction. Such attacks are made to divert attention
from the accused at the bar of public opinion.

It is the saloon that is on trial, not cranks, or moral idiots, or
ministers. The saloon is charged with being the enemy of every virtue
and ally of every vice, that it injures public health, public peace
and public morals. The Supreme Court says: "No legislature has the
right to barter away public health, public peace or the public morals;
the people themselves cannot do so, much less their servants."

In face of this declaration of the Supreme Court, legislators do
barter away public health, public peace and public morals to the
organized liquor traffic. All along the cruel career of this enemy of
peace, health and morals, it has been pampered and petted by
politicians who have been as much charmed by its promise of votes, as
was Eve in the Garden of Eden by the serpent's assurance. Deceived by
the serpent of the still, they have not only disregarded the decision
of the Supreme Court but defied God's plan of dealing with sin. They
have persisted in trying to regulate an irregularity in morals by
licensing the greatest sin of the century, and have done so to their
shame and failure in any regulation effort ever made. The only way to
cure chills is to kill the malaria. The only way to cure the cursed
liquor traffic is to cast it out of our civilization by a universal,
everlasting prohibition of the manufacture, importation and sale of
intoxicating liquor.

Rev. Howard Crosby, of New York, in advocating high license as a means
of reducing the number of saloons, said in an address: "Suppose a
tiger were to get loose in the city, would you not confine him to a
few blocks rather than let him roam the city at large?" Some one in
the audience answered aloud: "No Doctor, we would kill the tiger."

How does regulation regulate? Take the city of Louisville, Ky., where
I resided a number of years, and where I observed the practical
working of the license system. Go there any Monday morning and you
will see from twenty to forty men and women in the cage next to the
Police Court room. A marshal stands at the door of the cage and takes
them out one at a time. You will hear the judge say: "ten dollars and
cost," which means thirty