rn of husband
and sons." What about this inhuman denial of the right to order meat,
drink, clothing and home life? Such is the sumptuary law of the
saloon.

Every child in this country has a right to an education and a chance
in the world. The saloons say to hosts of children: "You shall have
neither education nor opportunity. You shall go to the streets and
sweat-shops to earn bread. You shall live in ignorance and mid evil
environment that we may gather in the wages of your fathers." How does
this sumptuary law of the saloon compare with a sumptuary law that
forbids the sale of what is of no earthly or eternal benefit to any
one who uses it.

The same distinguished editor said: "When women gather around voting
booths on election days with sandwiches and coffee, they present an
indecent spectacle to the public." The man who goes with gun in hand
and shoots down another in defense of his country is a hero. The
mother lion or bear that defies the hunter's bullets and dies in
defense of her young we can but respect; but when woman, who has
suffered so long in silence, goes near where the welfare of her home
is at stake and out of the sore, sad sorrow of her heart appeals to
men for protection to her home from the ravages of the saloon, she is
not paid the respect given to a mother hen or bird or bear by the
advocate of the liquor traffic. When the niece of Cardinal Richelieu
was demanded by a licentious king, the Cardinal said: "Around her form
I draw the awful circle of our kingly church; set a foot within and on
thy head, aye, though it wear a crown, shall fall the curse of Rome."
Shall the crown of gold on the distiller's and brewer's brow hush into
silence the lion-hearted manhood of our republic when its sons and
daughters are demanded to feed the maw of the liquor traffic?

One of the famous pictures of the masters is of a woman bound fast to
a pillar within the tide-mark of the ocean. The waves are curling
about her feet. A ship is passing under full sail but no one seems to
see or heed the woman in peril. Birds of prey hover above her, but she
sees neither bird, nor ship, nor sea; knowing her doom is sealed, she
lifts her eyes to heaven and prays. This picture represents thousands
of women tied fast to their doom within the tide-waves of the ocean of
intemperance. The ship of state passes by, bearing its share of the
ill-gotten gains of the liquor traffic, but heeds not the moans and
cries of struggling, stran