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of the savagery and brutality of the ages which is reaping the horror 

 and hate of the world. 



Do you realize there are two Germanies in America. One class 

 are among our best and most loyal citizens. They are patriots stand- 

 ing shoulder to shoulder on our battlefields. They are in our legisla- 

 tive halls. They have been mighty factors in the building up of a 

 great nation. We love and honor them for their loyalty, integrity 

 and intelligence. But there is another class with the same spirit 

 which has devastated Belgium. We have had an invasion of Brewers. 

 They did not come with blare of trumpets and belching cannon. Under 

 the lead of Gambri,nus instead of bombs they have poured in beer 

 kegs by the million. Their names show their nationality. They are. 

 not from the higher walks of life in the Fatherland — rather from the 

 peasantry. They foster the saloons for they must have a place to sell 

 their beer. They live on the degredation and debauching of men. 

 This foreign invasion costs us millions and we pay the tax. They, 

 for years, have ruled this nation. They control our legislatures and 

 have influenced Congress. They hate Woman's Suffrage. Now strip 

 off the mask and look matters squarely in the face. The same spirit 

 which has ravaged Belgium has been at work among us. Many of 

 these brewers are multi-millionaires. I stood before a splendid palace 

 of one of them and wondered how many homes had been turned into 

 hovels to build that mansion. I saw his wife in her costly equipage 

 with driver and footman, a coarse featured woman like a veneered 

 washerwoman. She made me think of a sow dressed in silk. All 

 the art of dressmaker only accentuated her coarseness. She was a 

 burlesque and I wondered how many poor women had been driven to 

 the wash tubs that she might roll in splendor, when a pair of clomping 

 wooden shoes and a denim dress would have become her better. Car- 

 lyle once said the "population of England is over 20 millions, mostly 

 fools." We are idiots to allow this invasion of ruin and make million- 

 aires of the invaders. What would you think of Prance if she should 

 pay a billion of dollars a year to her invaders for destroying her landV 

 The brewers, as I said, foster the saloon for they depend upon them. We 

 know their influence. No saloonkeeper can make a living if he cannot 

 ruin at least twenty men, body and soul. It is a terrible cost which 

 reaches over into eternity. The man is a cannibal of souls. And 

 we help him build Andersonvilles and fill them with the prisoners or 

 despair. Brewers and saloonkeepers destroy more every year than 

 died in the four years of the Civil war in rebel prisons and we, like 

 fools, pay for the damage and ruin- — all to support an army of men 

 too lazy to work, who live on the wreck of homes, on the debauchery 

 and ruin of men. Oh, Lord, how long? 



In Belgium the mother raised her noble boy. How she loved 

 him and looked forward to a bright future, but in the fullness of his 

 young manhood he is murdered. Thousands of mothers in America 

 raise boys of promise. How they look forward to their success in 



