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Show "WHERE ARE WE DRIFTING?" Tile Liquor Traffic in San Pete Knocking the Elders Off Their Pins. The Rome Sentinel, of Manti, Utah, of Friday last, contains the following communication, com-munication, entitled "A Wife's View of It:", " .Editob Sentinel: If yoi -yill please take awalkwih me (in yr iv mind, I mean) I will introduce you to tho only two money-making money-making establishments in Moroni, called "Pool Halls," only where the hall is, I have failed to see. . Here they pretend to keep lemonade,- and of course, in a well regulated kitchen of this kind, no one sees how many flasks full of bad whisky the gentlemen have in their pockets, for of course they are all gentlemen, gentle-men, "struggling upward," that visit Pool table No. 1. Now let us stroll a little further southwest, south-west, and pretty close to the railroad track sianas a mmoer snanty called "Saloon and Pool Hall No. 2." Only here they do pretend pre-tend to keep sure-to-fight-when-I-get-full (bad whisky). No. 2, unlike No. 1, don't go much on flashy red, until they get full of the so-called whisky, then clubs, fists, and red is the prevailing color. Their windows are all hung green, which color is m harmony with what shall I call them playing fools in the inside. I have forgotten their names, but anyway they wear pants. But see, there are middle-aged, middle-aged, young and still younger. Then comes a small boy, inquiring of the doorkeeper if his pa is on the inside. He is ashamed that pa is tnere and of course gains admittance, admit-tance, for there cun he no harm in a child draining whisky glasses and watching his pa have a little fun. " Bend the twig while it is young," is their motto, so that they when old enough can help support two Buch dens of sin as are now eating our husbands and sons up soul and body, besides robbing our families of food, and clothing everv dav of their lives. . K y , Where, Oh! where are we drifting? When men bearing the name of elders can be seen in ODen davlipht RtAororerincr hnmo n grief stricken and needy families. Now, I say, stop and repent. Close up the dens of sin before it is too late. For there are eyes that can see through red or green calico, and ears that hear the prayers of .wives and mothers, and woe be to all of them that sing where our Heavenly Father says: "I have seen your tears, and will answer your prayers on them that afflict you." We don't know where you are' drifting, but it looks tough on some one or something some-thing "when men bearing the name of j elders can be seen in open daylight staggering stag-gering home to their grief-stricken and needy families." |