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complain, the young men do not ask permis- 

 sion, but puff their tobacco smoke anywhere, 

 like boors. 



Often the young women claim to like it. 

 Sometimes they also smoke cigarettes, but thus 

 far, I am thankful to say, I have seen very little 

 of it. Yet a baleful sign of the times is the 

 fact that popular novels are admitted to circu- 

 lation in our public libraries wherein the smok- 

 ing of cigarettes is one of the features of the 

 heroine's boudoir life. 



I know of nothing more revolting in civilized 

 public life than the sight of a boy, youth, or 

 man, in health and the alleged use of his mind, 

 indulging in the use of tobacco or any other 

 drug. 



Stimulants, narcotics, and sedatives are for 

 the sick and feeble, and in time of stress and 

 unusual effort, for the worker, the watcher. 

 But for the everyday life of humanity it is wise 

 to let such things alone. 



If there is any consolation in the weed, leave 

 it to the old, the decrepit. The glory of the 

 young man is his streng-th, not of body alone, 

 but of mind and the ability to maintain self- 

 control. 



The glory of woman is her purity and ability 

 to transmit a sane mind in a sane body to 

 her offspring. It is discouraging to contem- 



