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of doing something, some supposed helpers come in and capture
the whole outfit and put a stop to the move. But I trust in the Lord
that this is not a case of that kind. If you have time I would appreciate
a reply from you. Write me here as I will be here for about ten days,
after that my mail will be forwarded. My permanent address is Fort
Worth, Texas, care Polytechnic College.
Yours for liberty from rum,
J. G. ADAMS.
AN OLD SOLDIERS APPEAL.
Old Soldier's Home, Leavenworth, Kan., February 14, 1901.--Mrs.
Carrie Nation:--As I have read of your grand success in Topeka, and
elsewhere I wish to congratulate. For God's sake come to the Soldier's
Home and save the Old Veterans. Bring your hatchet along and clear
out the Canteen in the Home. Congress recently passed a law for all
Canteens to be closed on United States reservations, the officials of the
Home claim the law does not apply to the Old Soldiers' Home. Last
year the officials of the Home were very anxious to have the saloons
closed in the Klondike near the Home, for the protection of the Veterans;
as it did not bring the revenue into the Home, we are to be paid in one
week. Come at once and close the joint in the Home. Over 70 half-
barrels of beer are sold in on day at the Home after Pension day.
Respectfully, OLD SOLDIER.
A TRAVELING MAN'S LETTER.
Indianapolis, Ind.--"Mrs. Carrie Nation, Wichita, Kan:--As a preface
I feel it my duty to extend to you my sincere apology for encroaching
these lines for your consideration during the trying hours of your
incarceration, but as the purport of my letter undoubtedly differs, materially
in text, from the countless hundreds you have received, I feel assured
that the sentiment involved, originated as it has, solely from the spirit
and intrepid aggressiveness you have exploited in the suppression of that
paramount curse of mankind, Drink! will, in a measure, justify you in
condoning these lines.
For years the writer has been a traveling salesman, occupying positions
of trust and responsibility. As is the universal trait among the
larger element of my class, I contracted the indulgence of liquor. From
its inception and social intercourse, it gradually developed until I became
an irresistible slave to those base affinities--lewd women and whiskey. The
result, inevitable as death, produced its dregs; shattered health, separation
of family, and social and business ostracism. Prior to a month ago,
reparation and redemption from medical arid spiritual aid, had proven
valueless; with no alternative, I became resigned to the results of a mis-
spent life, when, from the West came the voice and heroic deeds of a
woman. Simple yet fervent, intrepid yet unique. You aroused the press
and the people. Your mission was born. Thousands, you may have
"influenced," but me you have "redeemed." I have read your words with
intenseness. Your forcible acts have impressed me. I resolved and have
conquered. God bless you! I am now organizing a temperance league
among my brother traveling men, paradoxical as it may sound, and am
meeting with a fair support, yet I believe an impetus and a stronger
influential lever can be extended through the expression of your well wishes
and any timely topics you care to extend in furtherance of the cause.
Asking your kind indulgence, and with best wishes for your ultimate
welfare, believe me. Your loyal supporter, W. S. SANFORD.. Care Terre
Haute House, Terre Haute, Ind.
FROM A HEART-BROKEN MOTHER.
Patterson, New Jersey, Sept., 2nd, 1901--Dear Mrs. Nation:--Will
you come to this city before going home? The conditions here are worse
than in any place in the whole country. One thousand saloons run day
and night, every day in the year. Come for God's sake. You can do so
much good, and if you smashed fifty or sixty of the hell holes here you
would be called an angel. Do Come! and save the young of both sexes.
Yours, A HEART-BROKEN MOTHER.
the whole outfit and put a stop to the move. But I trust in the Lord
that this is not a case of that kind. If you have time I would appreciate
a reply from you. Write me here as I will be here for about ten days,
after that my mail will be forwarded. My permanent address is Fort
Worth, Texas, care Polytechnic College.
Yours for liberty from rum,
J. G. ADAMS.
AN OLD SOLDIERS APPEAL.
Old Soldier's Home, Leavenworth, Kan., February 14, 1901.--Mrs.
Carrie Nation:--As I have read of your grand success in Topeka, and
elsewhere I wish to congratulate. For God's sake come to the Soldier's
Home and save the Old Veterans. Bring your hatchet along and clear
out the Canteen in the Home. Congress recently passed a law for all
Canteens to be closed on United States reservations, the officials of the
Home claim the law does not apply to the Old Soldiers' Home. Last
year the officials of the Home were very anxious to have the saloons
closed in the Klondike near the Home, for the protection of the Veterans;
as it did not bring the revenue into the Home, we are to be paid in one
week. Come at once and close the joint in the Home. Over 70 half-
barrels of beer are sold in on day at the Home after Pension day.
Respectfully, OLD SOLDIER.
A TRAVELING MAN'S LETTER.
Indianapolis, Ind.--"Mrs. Carrie Nation, Wichita, Kan:--As a preface
I feel it my duty to extend to you my sincere apology for encroaching
these lines for your consideration during the trying hours of your
incarceration, but as the purport of my letter undoubtedly differs, materially
in text, from the countless hundreds you have received, I feel assured
that the sentiment involved, originated as it has, solely from the spirit
and intrepid aggressiveness you have exploited in the suppression of that
paramount curse of mankind, Drink! will, in a measure, justify you in
condoning these lines.
For years the writer has been a traveling salesman, occupying positions
of trust and responsibility. As is the universal trait among the
larger element of my class, I contracted the indulgence of liquor. From
its inception and social intercourse, it gradually developed until I became
an irresistible slave to those base affinities--lewd women and whiskey. The
result, inevitable as death, produced its dregs; shattered health, separation
of family, and social and business ostracism. Prior to a month ago,
reparation and redemption from medical arid spiritual aid, had proven
valueless; with no alternative, I became resigned to the results of a mis-
spent life, when, from the West came the voice and heroic deeds of a
woman. Simple yet fervent, intrepid yet unique. You aroused the press
and the people. Your mission was born. Thousands, you may have
"influenced," but me you have "redeemed." I have read your words with
intenseness. Your forcible acts have impressed me. I resolved and have
conquered. God bless you! I am now organizing a temperance league
among my brother traveling men, paradoxical as it may sound, and am
meeting with a fair support, yet I believe an impetus and a stronger
influential lever can be extended through the expression of your well wishes
and any timely topics you care to extend in furtherance of the cause.
Asking your kind indulgence, and with best wishes for your ultimate
welfare, believe me. Your loyal supporter, W. S. SANFORD.. Care Terre
Haute House, Terre Haute, Ind.
FROM A HEART-BROKEN MOTHER.
Patterson, New Jersey, Sept., 2nd, 1901--Dear Mrs. Nation:--Will
you come to this city before going home? The conditions here are worse
than in any place in the whole country. One thousand saloons run day
and night, every day in the year. Come for God's sake. You can do so
much good, and if you smashed fifty or sixty of the hell holes here you
would be called an angel. Do Come! and save the young of both sexes.
Yours, A HEART-BROKEN MOTHER.