Discussion, however, is unnecessary. The way to end the plague of betting on races is plain. Let the grand jury indict officials of the Western Union Telegraph Company for complicity in bookmaking and send them to jail. Without gambling race tracks would be deserted. Without the aid of the Western Union there would be no gambling worth mentioning. Strike at the Western Union and the race tracks would go out of existence. The Western Union Company is the one great encourager of gambling in this country. But for its reports of races, hundreds of thousands of young men would be saved from ruin every year. It is in partnership with sharpers who fleece the foolish. It shares their gains in payment for the use of its wires. The money that flows into its coffers from that source is taken by trickery from the public. The race track swindlers rob a man and hand over a part of their loot to the Western Union, because without the Western Union's assistance they could not have robbed him. [Illustration: Do they think about us at home? We air having such a good time hear a lone.] But for the Western Union Telegraph Company not a single race track would be in operation in the United States, for without the Western Union's aid race tracks would not be profitable. The way to stop race tracks gambling and drive race courses out of existence is to compel the Western Union to observe the law which forbids just such practices as those of which it is guilty every day. That can be done only by sending a few Western Union officials to jail and keeping them there until their company concludes to dissolve partnership with crooks. LEARN EARLY NOT TO GAMBLE; TEACH PUPILS LAW OF CHANCE. Mere driftwood on a restless wave; A shuttlecock that's tossed by Fate; Year follows year into the grave, Whilst thou dost cry, "Too late! Too late!" A life that's but a wintry day, Whilst chilling storms blow thee about; A tempter thou durst not say nay; A conscience long since put to rout. Who gets by play a loser is; The gambler stakes his very heart; What's prodigally won's not his; Who wagers takes the knave's foul part. Thou shouldst not steal nor covet what Another hath by labor earned; No man who hath with wisdom wrought But this base sport hath ever spurned. Why haggard thus thy fair, young face With vigils, passions, aimed at gain? Is this thy mission in this place-- This idleness which brings disdain? Be not a weakling, nor of wax; Let mind be master over thee; See that its shaping of thy acts Prepares thee for eternity! Art thou thy brother's keeper? Most emphatically, yes, if he be not sufficiently strong to refrain from doing that which is injurious to himself and those dependent upon him. PUBLIC LAX; GAMBLERS ACTIVE.