1896 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



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talking about a saloon where they sold drinks; 

 besides it was almost time for committee meet- 

 ing, and I was in a hurry; and, besides all this, 

 why should I be bashful about going into sa- 

 loons when the straight path of business seem- 

 ed to lead right through them ? I concluded 

 that, if saloon-keepers could stand it, I could, 

 and so I rushed ahead. The obliging barber 

 was going to send a boy along, but I told him I 

 could find the place, without a boy, and then 

 he and his partner smiled again. I went down 

 some steps into a dark place, pushed one or 

 more curtains out of the way. and heard the 

 clinking of glasses and the usual low-lived 

 talk. Time was precious, however: and as I 

 did not see any thing that looked like a wash- 

 room I boldly walked up to the bar and asked 

 to be directed. I noticed a considerable falling- 

 back as I came up. The bartender's face color- 

 ed up; but when I propounded my innocent 

 question he seemed to draw a long breath of 

 relief, and very courteously riirected me. After 

 I came back to the barbershop 1 noticed their 

 smiles and exchange of glances again; and 

 then for the tirst time it occurred to me that 

 there, right on my coat, was that white silken 

 badge, and on it were printed the words: 



AXTI-SALOOX 

 CONGRESS 



1896. 



Now. you will hardly believe it when I assure 

 you that, in my ab-^ent mindedness. it had 

 never occurred to me It was that badge which 

 had attracted so much attention in the barber- 

 shop and in the saloon until that moment. My 

 first impulse was to think that I had perhaps 

 been unwise to wear that badge all over town 

 as I had been doing. Then I concluded that 

 the badge was nothing to be ashamed of any 

 wav. and I finally decided to keep it on. and I 

 rather rejoiced in the privilege of wearing such 

 colors, even if I did innocently push them into 

 a saloon through the back door— a saloon, in 

 fact, where screens were up in front, and little 

 curtained corners and dark places in such 

 plenty that one could hardly be expected to get 

 through without a guide. While cutting my 

 hair something was said about my badge; and 

 the boss of the shop said something as follows: 



"Mr. Root, the man who stands behind you 

 cutting your hair is the one who pushed through 

 the law that compf^ls every barber-shop in Co- 

 lumbus to stop work on Sunday, and to remem- 

 ber the sabbath to keep it holy." 



When he finished he said if I should be in 

 Columbus over Sunday now or at any other 

 time, it would afford him great pleasure to have 

 me attend their church, and be introduced to 

 their minister. Then he stepped to a drawer, 

 and from a heap of little circulars he handed 

 me one containing the following: 



TALKS TO BREADWINNERS. 



WHO ARE breadwinners! 



All who. by hone.st toil, ave earn- 

 ing their bread are breadwin- 

 ners. 



If you have no Church Home 



we want you 



at the 



Second 



Presbyterian Church. 



Sunday Services. 

 10.30 A. M. and 7 (XI P. M. 



Sunday-School g.l.T A. M. 



Y. P. S. C. E. 6.15 P. M. 

 Prayer Meeting Wednesday Even- 

 ing at 7.00 o'clock. 



Note.— 28.000 people in Columbus 

 don't go to church. 



COME. 



Permit me to say here before going into de- 

 tails, that the Anti-saloon Congress in January. 



1896, was the most enthusiastic meeting I ever 

 attended, and never before was it my privilege 

 to see so many great orators assembled at once 

 on any platform. In our next issue 1 propose 

 to tell you something of their work, especially 

 since an Anti- saloon League was formed in 

 Washington, D. C, on the 17th of last Decem- 

 ber. The Ohio plan was adopted; and the 

 war-cry that "the saloon must go," will now 

 soon be heard in every State of the Union. As 

 the movement now no longer belongs especially 

 to the State of Ohio, I shall feel free to give it a 

 little more space in our journal than I have 

 heretofore. 



The speaker for the first evening wa« n be 

 Frances E. Clark, editor-in-chief of the Galden 

 Rule, and on 'that first evening I begged ur 

 Slate Superintendent, Howard H. Russell, to 

 give me a brief note of introduction to Mr. 

 Clark. Do you know why I begged for ten 

 or fifteen minutes of his time, dear reader? 

 You can perhaps guess why, when I tell you 

 that the Oolden Rule has been prominent 

 among religious papers, not only In advertising 

 Electropolse. but it has given It one of the 

 strongest editorial notices ever given by any 

 paper. I have again and again remonstrated 

 with the manager of the advertising depart- 

 ment, but in vain. 



Francis E. Clark Is a much younger-looking 

 man than 1 supposed. Perhaps the words 

 "Father Endeavor" have given the impres- 

 sion that he is older. And, by the way, he is 

 one of the most gentlemanly and accomplished 

 men It has ever been my fortune to meet, even 

 If he did. at least for a time, rather seem to de- 

 fend Electropolse. He Is a very careful man in 

 his talk — much more careful than A. I. Root. 

 I told tilm how it pained me to see a paper that 

 had become such an exponent of good morals 

 to our children giving place to such a fraud as 

 the Electropolse, even in its advertising de- 

 partment. He did not make much reply, how- 

 ever, but courteously allowed me to go on. In 

 attempting to report any part of that ten-min- 

 utes' conversation, may God give me grace to 

 mention nothing that might cause even friend 

 Clark to wish I had not given it this publicity. 

 It Is a matter of serious Iniport, dear friends, 

 and this thing should be made public as fast as 

 we can get at the real truth of the matter. 

 Said I. 



" Friend Clark, if a man assured you that he 

 and his family had heen greatly benefited by 

 having a hi, rsi'shoe nailed over his door, what 

 would you think of him '?" 



" I should think. Mr. Root, that the man was 

 mistaken, or tliat, if any help had come, it had 

 come through his Imagination, and not through 

 any virtue possessed by the horseshoe." 



"Good! Now If I can suggest to you some 

 means of proving to your satisfaction that Elec- 

 tropolse Is no more a scientific apparatus than 

 the aforesaid horseshoe, my work will be speed- 

 ily done." 



He admitted, of course, that electricity had 

 nothing to do with the curative virtues of the 

 thing. He said the proprietors did not now 

 claim there was any electricity about It. 



While this is only partly true, we may let it 

 drop for the present. 



" Now, look here, doctor; if electricity does 

 not pa«s along that wire cord, what agency 

 or force does it carry ? Heat, light, and elec- 

 tricity are the three Imponderable agents. Heat 

 may be carried by a wire sufficiently large, only 

 a few inches. Only electricity travels over any 

 extent of wire or metallic cord. If these people 

 have discovered something else that does carry 

 virtue along a wire, it is a new force or a new 

 agent unknown to science, and would make a 



