The reason we’ve got so many little whip-poor-will widows nowadays is that they married men to reform them. Girls, you sell yourselves too cheap. You’ll keep company with some miserable young buck who’ll dodge into a doorway so as not to be embarrassed by the look of recognition from some fallen woman on the street, just to have “steady” company. SAYS SOCIETY TO BLAME FOR SINNERS. I say, you card playing women for little prizes such as a dinky cream pitcher or pair of silk hose (maybe you’ve got ’em on now) are responsible for many of the gamblers, because you started ’em. The purer life for men and women will never come till the girls raise the standard of their company. Then we’ll clean up some of these young bucks around town. I believe the man who will seduce an innocent young girl and sell her into a life of shame, ought to be shot on the spot. Society takes no notice of an innocent flirtation. It waits till the mute evidence of a girl’s downfall cannot be concealed, then gasps in horror and turns her out. Society is responsible for the sins of those you saw starting toward hell and didn’t warn ’em. Society’s to blame for many a blithering drunkard, for starting him drinking at a fashionable party. SOME EXTRA SHOTS TO THE OUTFIELD. If I can send one girl from the red light back to home, mother and God, then I’ll be repaid for having stood all your bitter raillery and your mockery. Mock you old devil, mock. Gehazi was the first grafter mentioned in the Bible. If by some power I could yank a string and pull from you all the clothes you are wearing that are not paid for, some of you would have left only a celluloid collar and pair of socks. Many a fool today, when told what to do to keep out of hell, gets mad at God. Some fellows are so rotten that they ought to be disinfected for two years and then given a bath in carbolic acid and formaldehyde before they should be allowed to speak to a decent woman. Christian Scientists, I notice, always answer the call for dinner just as quick as I do. Don’t condemn your doctor until you try his remedies. The devil’s no fool. If you get to playing tag with him he’ll touch you on the shoulder, say “tag, you’re it,” and get your goat. He’s never idle. He never gets the rheumatiz, peritonitis, gout or appendicitis. BILLY’S SKETCH OF LEPER BATHING IN JORDAN. Billy Sunday’s impersonation of the leper Naaman, entering the waters of the Jordan river to dip seven times, given Thursday night in his sermon on “The Moral Leper,” in the language of the vaudeville press agent, was a “bell-ringer.” Billy, in the role of Naaman, made things so realistic that his vast audience could almost expand their imagination enough to see the muddy waters of the river, the slippery bank and the frightened and shivering Naaman, endeavoring to bolster up enough courage to plunge in and take his seven dips to be cured of leprosy.