Object Lessons on the Human Body: A Transcript of Lessons Given in the Primary Department of School No. 49, New York CityBuckelew, Sarah F. (Sarah Frances)
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Object Lessons on the Human Body: A Transcript of Lessons Given in the Primary Department of School No. 49, New York City
Buckelew, Sarah F. (Sarah Frances)
Hygiene -- Popular works; Physiology; Physiology -- Popular works
In the lessons you have learned you have been taught about the harm done by
alcohol to the body and the mind; can you tell, from what you have seen of
drunken people, in what other way alcoholic liquors hurt them?--"They make
people waste their money; they make them waste their time; they make them
cross; they make them fight; they make them say silly and wicked words;
they sometimes make fathers and mothers hurt their children; they make
people lose their good name; they often make them do things for which they
are sent to prison."
Yes, this is only some of the mischief done by alcohol. If you could fly
around the world and see everybody who has been hurt in any way by this
terrible poison, what a sad, sad sight you would behold! At least half the
trouble in the world comes from strong drink.
Are _you_, little girl, little boy, going to join the army of drunkards?
No, indeed! you think; but probably no one who has become a drunkard ever
intended to do so. They all began with one glass, a few drops of some
alcoholic liquor,--cider, wine, or beer perhaps,--and thus learned to love
the taste of alcohol, and soon became its slaves. For this poison has the
strange power of making those who drink it want more and more of itself,
though they know it is doing them harm.
The only safety is in letting alcoholic liquors alone, forever.
BLACKBOARD OUTLINE.
ALCOHOLIC LIQUORS HURT
The body,
The mind, and
The soul;
AND MAKE PEOPLE
WASTE LOSE UNFIT TO UNFIT TO SERVE
Money, Strength, Think, or Themselves,
Talents, and Health, and Work. Their neighbor,
Time. Good name. or GOD.
* * * * *
STORIES ABOUT THE HARM DONE BY ALCOHOL.[6]
A YOUNG BEGINNER.--The hardest drinker I ever knew commenced on cider when
he was only five years old. He would go to the barrel of cider in the
cellar, which had been put there to make vinegar, and, getting a straw,
would suck all the cider he wanted; and then, after he had played awhile,
he would go back and get more. He kept on drinking alcoholic liquors of
some kind, until he died a drunkard.
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