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changed and the demand that the action of citizens shall be controlled by law may be only 
temporary. I may tell you that in 1719, years before prohibition was thought of in 
this country, a man’s nose was cut off in Turkey if he smoked. The world has changed 
since then, and perhaps we will have another swing, but we must swing back to that 
conception of duty where the individual desires to do merely what is right, regardless 
of law, that he does not consult the penal code or the criminal code to see what his 
conduct should be. 
God help America, when employers or citizens look into the criminal code or the 
penal code to know what they may do, rather than consult their consciences as to what 
they should do with relation to their employees and fellow-men. We can never substi- 
tute the criminal code in the conduct of government or private affairs or controversies 
for conscience, which is not made in legislative walls but in the homes and schools 
and churches of the nation. (Applause.) Not only that, but there must be a total 
abandon to the good of the country. 
Let me illustrate it. As I was going to Scotland two years ago I looked into one 
of those English cabooses and saw three good-looking young girls inside of the caboose, 
and I did what you would do if your wife were 3,000 miles away—lI looked again, and I 
heard one say to the other:—‘‘I will bet he is a Yankee.”’ JI asked:—‘‘How do you 
know I am a Yankee?”’ The response was:—“‘Oh, come on in, we know one of our 
own kind 3,000 miles way.’’ I went in and I saw on the lapels of the coats of the young 
women the insignia “‘U.S.A.”” They were United States nurse girls going on a day’s 
trip to Edinburgh, having been furloughed for that purpose. 
Across on the other seat was a Scotchman in his kilts and hat. The Scotchman 
spoke up and said-—‘‘I have not saluted an officer since Armistice Day and I will 
never salute one as long as I live. I am sick of officers.’’ One of the young girls said 
she came from the west, from Minnesota, that the west is God’s country, and the fur- 
ther west you get the better America is. She declared that when she when back to 
Minnesota she would go as far west as she could. She loved the west. ‘Then she 
looked at the Scotchman, and said:—‘‘I would like to take a hat like that with me.” 
He then said, ‘“Gie me your name and address and when I get hame to Scotland I 
will send you this one.’’ She said, ‘Oh no; you will want something to remember 
France by.” He replied:—I have twa bullets in my right leg that I got in France, 
I canna’ gie you one of those. Ill remember France.’’ 
You know how our Yankee girls do. She took out her writing pad, wrote her 
name and address on it, and said, ‘‘This is my name and address; now don’t you 
forget.”” Sandy took the sheet of paper, put it in his cap and put the cap on his head 
again, and then the girl sitting next to me said:—‘“‘What did you Scotch boys think 
of our Yankee lads?”’ Sandy replied:—‘‘Do you want me to tell you the whole truth?” 
She answered :—‘‘Sure, go ahead; the sky is the limit.”” Sandy then said:—‘‘I had 
been in France twa years before your fellows cam across at all. I was sick at hairt— 
I was shootin’ men that never did anything to me. I was killin’ poor devils that hadna 
done me any hairm, and I didna ken what I was shootin’ them for, and I was sick. 
All my folks were back in Scotland, and I wanted to be wi’ my ain folk again. Then, 
one day in North France, a train stopped, and suddenly a lot o’ wild men, a lot o’ wild 
rascals, rushed off the train and cam ower to me and shook me and said —‘‘ Hello, Scotty; 
hello, Jock; lead us to the damned shooting gallery.”’ (Loud applause.) 
Not in that language, but with that spirit, Americans have gone forward. You 
