THE EVILS OF DRINK.

NZ Truth, Issue 69, 13 October 1906, Page 7

THE EVILS OF DRINK.

Salvarmy Commissioner McKie gave a •; blood-curdling illustration of the evils of the ,;Vcursed derink" at Broken Hill last month. He told a dismal tale of a sweet lad of ten, ..wflo wandered from his home, and became a tocal preacher and a shining light m the local Band of Hope. One day he got a telegram from his dear, forgiving ' old dad to come home' and eat of the fatted poddie calf; but while on the way m the train h«J was assailed with a violent stomach-ache, or something, and a wicked passenger sympathetically suggested whisky, and poked fhe bottle under the young saint's smeller. Ten seconds later the devout young lad snatched the bottle and drained it of the evil spirit within, then got out at the next station and rushed into a pub for more of the awful poison. The train puffed off without him and the wicked publican at length carried the. yelling youth to his room m the throes of an hilariuos attack of "d.t.'s." "DuriW the night," groaned dismal Mac "fcha? bright young lad fell out of a window and was impaled on a palisading I" What a dismal fairy tale to fire off on to an audience in. a thirsty, sun-scorching Sheol of a place like Broken Hill! A yarn like" thft is enough to make a man rush away to bnrv his nose^in the longest pint of cool, frothy i beer m the township. J