TEMPERANCE TIT-BITS.

Taranaki Daily News, 2 December 1922, Page 2

TEMPERANCE TIT-BITS.

(By Timothy Tipplend.) Boost boose you blight the Iboy. Bar the har, you bless your bairns. A pound in your pocket us worth two in the pub. “Nippling,” Nips the Nimble Ninepence: Never fills the empty purse. If New Zealand goes “dry,” Mr. Moderate, are you going to start taking drugs? Will you become a dope fiend? Most surely not. Then why suppose the other fellow will? Think it out. “Pussyfoot, Pussyfoot, where have you been?” “I’ve been to America since July, ’19.” “Pussyfoot, Pussyfoot, what saw you there?” '‘•'Unbounded prosperity everywhere.” “Pussyfoot, Pussyfoot, what did you see ?” “I saw a big nation from liquor set free.” “Pussyfoot, Pussyfoot, what else can you say?” “The children are happy and safe all day.” “Pussyfoot, Pussyfoot, why are you here?” “Im’ here to chueh whisky and porter and beer.” “Pussyfoot, Pussyfoot, what shall we do?” “Drive 'all the liquor from this land too.” DID YOU SEE A CABLE. Before National Prohibition came, in America, and while the liquor traffic was killing 60,000 Americans’ per annum, did you see a cable an the New Zealand newspapers announcing that there had been 00,000 deaths from alcoholism in one year under License in America? Of course you did not but to-day you get special cables of 'six confirmed alcoholics in America happen to kill themselves through drinking wood alcohol. Funny, isn’t it? We wonder who gets these cables sent across! General Booth, in an interview with Daily Telegraph, said:—“There are un. mistakable evidences of the success- of Prohibition, both in Canada and the United States. The people are better fed, especially the children. Thej 7 are better clothed, and they have more means at their disposal. Amongst all classes those who opposed Prohibition are gradually becoming favourable to it. Half of the Salvation Army’s Social Institutions are empty, thanks to Prohibition,, and there has been a great reduction tin crime.” “I have had a good deal to do with the management of boys,” .said. Mr.. T. W. Butler. Secretary of the Wellington Boys’ Institute, at the .Rotary Club yesterday. “New Zealand’s- best products are not its meat and wool,'and butter, but its boys; and it is duty to do. as much as one can to mak4 theni the men we all Wish them to -be. ’ -—“Dominion,” 13th September,/ 1922.

THE LIQUOR TRAFFIC LIVES ON NEW ZEALAND BOYS. DAIRY FARMERS NOTE THIS. In the Westminister Gazette for May 29th, 1922, Dr. C. W. Saleeby, one of Britain’s leading public health experts, dealt with his investigations into Prohibition in relation to public health, and, Jamiongst other things, wrote: “Before Prohibition, Americans drank about half a pint per head per day. We drink a quarter of a pint. The latest American figures are over three-quar-ters of a pint, and students of modern dietetics, and of that food of foods in particular, will realise what these figures mean for public health, and especially for childhood. The Scottish figure for whisky was over seven millions, and for" milk over one, in 1919, if I. remember aright. But in Winnepeg, the capital of dry Manitoba last year, I found that the figure for milk consumption rising, and the health authorities hoping to beat the United States by getting it up to a whole pint of milk per head per day!” If the same thing happened in New Zealand under Prohibition, it would mean a demand for 312,500 pints more of milk per day.

THE BOOSE VOTE. “Why is- your face so white, Mother? Why do you choke for breath? “O I have dreamt in the night, my son That I doomed a man to death.” “Why do you hide your hand, Mother? And crouch above it in dread? “It -beareth a dreadful brand, my son With the dead man’s blood ’tis red.” “I hoar his widow cry in the night, I hear his children weep; And alwa> within my eight, O God! The dead man’s blood doth leap.” “They put the dagger into my grasp, It seemed but a pencil then; I did not know it was a fiend a-gasp For the priceless blood of men. “They gave me the ballot paper, The grim death-warrant of doom, And I smugly sentenced the man to death In that dreadful little room. “I put it inside the box of blood For thought of the man I’d slain, Till at midnight came like a whelming flood God’s word—And, the brand of Caln. “O little son! O my little son! Pray God for your mother’s soul, That the scarlet stain may be white again In God’s great Judgment Roll.” Vote Prohibition. Strike out the two top lines. (Published by arrangement, by the Tauanlaki Provincial Prohiiibiltion League).