WANTED, BOYS by Robt. H. Oury

Pacific Press Publishing Company · MOUNTAIN VIEW, CALIFORNIA · Nov 14, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 44.

WANTED, BOYS.

By Robt. H. Oury

Sawmills Can Not Run Without Logs. Saloons Can Not Run Without Boys.

[Robt. H. Oury, in Federation Agitator.]

WANTED, some bright boys, full of life and cheer, To stand at my counters as drinkers of beer, To fill up the ranks, without further delay, Of the army of drunkards passing away.

Fifty thousand a year will only supply The loss of our trade from the drunkards that die. Send those who can toil or have wealth to bestow, For profits are small on old drunkards, you know.

Let them come from the shop, the school, or the home, We'll welcome them all whoever may come; And once at our counters, tight in our grasp, We'll craze them with rum, till we kill them at last.

Let mothers surrender their sons to our cause, And fathers keep voting for old license laws, For if you will vote to keep running the mill, You must furnish the grist or the wheels will stand still.

Then give us your boys; placed at our wills, We will make of them demons and fill up our tills. Give us your boys, hearty and well, And we will make of them murderers, subjects for hell.

Let each city come with its votes and boys, And we will rob them of peace and earthly joys, And in place of homes, happy and true, We'll make hell on earth—such as whisky will do.