Show l Lillie Hope 9 Held lor or John Barleycorn Wilson Has Nas Will He 9 Use It t it 1 Whisky Tenors Rehearse funeral Dirge Manufacture and Sale of Intoxicants Forbidden in United States After Monday Midnight Under Wartime Prohibition Bv ev F. F E. E Becker Beaker President nt Wilson about to X W WITH sail swiftly westward on tho ship George Washington John Barleycorn tosses uneasily on ona ona ona a ridden fever bed and waits for tor the knock at tho the door Will VIll It b bo be reprieve or exe execution He lie stirs fretfully and rolls a thirsty tongue In his mouth Throughout the country millions of heart beats stop expectantly as tho the old familiar step Is heard in the hallway but hallway but no it is a mistake It Is only tho mocking tread of ot a whiskered long-whiskered Dr Dry and millions of anxious faces turn once moro more to the east cast with hands behind cars lest the faintest flash lash from tho the wires bo be lost Jost JOHN ABOUT ALL IN Meanwhile John Barleycorn Is slowly sinking enfeebled to a mero mere ghastly whisper of or his once rubicund and joll Jolly self Without tho windows of his darkened room ho he hears henrs a rattling chorus of ot the tho hammers hammels on his fold told It Is as though they play a triumphant tri tri- triumphant triumphant tri tri- tattoo tho the while the they sing that rollicking ditty In tho the Sweet Dry and Dr Dry He Ho moans In anguish while whilo tho few tew faith faithful CuI retainers hasten with witha a cooling draught for tor the parched lips This suspense Is horrible ho Is heard to mutter i I 1 And thus It is throughout th the nation n the mourners stand in lines line before the mahogany with last highballs highballs high high- balls poised the tho old familiar crook of the tho elbow stopped In midair as they wait walt tho the dreaded striking of ot the fatal hour UTAH LOOKS ON Here In Utah where parching winds have blown so lon long we smile in sardonic sardonic sardonic sar sar- donic glee at the pain and dismay be beIng being be- be ing felt In old haunts wh where ro in other days wo we were wont to disport ourselves our our- selves There Thero is unholy joy In the thought that we wo have havo recovered from Crom that lon long ago ogo morning after aCter but that other millions have havo still to pass through tho olIe valley of or that shadow In the virtuous glow of ot our own righteousness there then Is scarcely a pitying Impulse Along Alon Broadway thero there Is feverish fo activity as wild eyed rum hounds chaRo tho the glowing cocktail up and down the bar bor pausing briefly now and then to inquire excitedly What will congress do What will the president do Afar Atar down own South Clark over o on Wabash and even on Michigan avenue the gangs are gathering for the tho last rally In tho the old haunts haunt of ot Bathhouse John and HInkey Dink tho the veterans of ot many a booze battle arc are hanging to tho the ropes while alon along Market street and Powell there are arc surging crow crowds s sI I by day doy and soun sounds s of ot revelry re at nl night ht And at nt Milwaukee 1 oh oh lovely lovel village ot of f tho the flowing lowing plain what beery grief grier what foaming sorrow must be bo thine 1 ANSWER SEEMS YES No less than hundred million times within the Iho last twenty-four twenty hours has ms tho burning question been asked within tho the confines of ot our great and loving liberty nation Aro they really going to put this thing oVer oVer on us And the wise old bird who has seen Been the he handwriting on tho wall and has haa soaked In Industriously that ho may live IIvo upon tho fumes Cumes for months to come slow slowly wags an owlish head and solemnly sol sol- solemnly Intones Youve said It son son- Bitterly no doubt and with many manyan an Imprecation the tho execution of ot John Barleycorn will go down In history as ashe the he crime of ot tho the twentieth century That his enemies slipped up behind him ilm and bound him head and toe und under undercover undercover r cover er of ot war emergency makes the crime In tho the of ot the old eyes PCS guard themore tho the I moro more heinous Ho never had a fair shake they claim and andor for or years to como come It mo may he be presumed there will bo be many ft n heated caucus In a belated at attempt attempt attempt at- at tempt to resurrect his spirit from tram the tho tomb Bo Be D that as aa It may there I Is no rain pain aln- aln saying tho the tact fact that no June JunA over ever slipped supped Into oblivion In the history or of he he United States so freighted with d hopes No single le stroke ore ere took so much jO Joy from flom lIfo life no parting spirit eer left leCt so man many mourners ItIs It ItIs Itis Is no time for flippant comment or thoughtless levity rather levity rather should we wo speak gently and tread softly BOOTLEGGER HIT In Utah tempered by tho the softening Influence of oC time the blow falls with scarce carce a a. disturbing Impact And sti still It will bo felt Celt In man many places Unquestionably It sounds tho knoll knol of tho the bootlegger er and tho the clandestine snort No longer will the tho curfew find rind findus us prowling In the secret ways where tho the friendly tip and tho the knock will gain aln admittance to tho the Inner sanctum of ot tho the life lICe saving savinI station Whisky thero there will be for tor some Rome time lime to come but it trickles trickIeR ever slower and the thimble the vanishing point With our friends s of ot the East and West wo we may well wen exclaim lm Woe Woi I Is' Is me and heat beat the breast or rush madly to tho the nearest soda oda fountain and antI order a n. shot of or coke |