The debt I have to pay As here near death I lay Wouldn’t hold so much dismay Had I trod the narrow way. Oh tread the narrow way And never miss a day Ask Jesus how to pray And tread the narrow way. How can America, the foremost nation of the world, that has long boasted of liberty and advancement, allow the liquor traffic to continue when the condition it causes are so critical. It is stealing away her brains, increasing her crime, lowering her moral standing, demoralizing her citizenship, and giving to posterity a weaker race and causing such poverty, misery and unhumanitarian distress. Can this enlightened nation afford its continuance and let it remain when it has a grasp so powerful that it is endangering its very vitals? Can America, with her unsurpassed institutions of learning, her brilliant and scholarly statesmen, her great mineral and agricultural wealth yet unfound and developed, allow a traffic so alarmingly demoralizing as to let her constitutional principles decline? Can she sit still, under her broad and world famed methods of progress, and allow such a traffic, that devastates from every source, for a revenue wrung from women’s tears, that is so rapidly depreciating her citizenship. Is she prudent? Is she applying the Christian principles of her constitution to obtain revenue from a traffic so nefarious and debauching? If she realizes the danger ahead why delay an amendment that enhances citizenship and principle. America, ’tis thee I prize, ’Twas underneath thy azure skies, Where heaven’s light first met my eyes. I love thy thrift and enterprise, To me beloved and so wise Thy name is one I idolize. Thy blood did purchase liberty, To make this land so great and free, And quench forever tyranny. Oh may thy name forever be Embraced within a righteous plea, That lessens pain and misery. It is for thee that I will fight, When’er thy cause is for the right, For none but these e’er use thy might. I’ll heed your call with keen delight, But should I fall before the night, Let freedom’s flag be my last sight. EVERY DAY PHILOSOPHY. Look out for the man whose face shows it pains him to say “Good Morning.” * * * * * Never be afraid to trust the man whose dog meets him with a bound. * * * * * The mad rush to join the appendicitis club and sing in the choir invisible has lost its popularity, both for the good of posterity and the pocket book.