Two thousand five hundred little white caskets were required to lay away the babies slain last year by drunken fathers. Each was some mother's child — but those twenty-five hundred sweet rosebud mouths are silent now. How many times more must this bloody record be repeated? The liquor traffic is the "diabolical enemy of American childhood." It transforms the natural protector of the home into a fiend incarnate. It puts out the love fire upon the hearth of the home.
"THE drunkard's children — robbed of home comforts, education, and training, living in terror of him who should be their pride and protection, thrust into the world, bearing the brand of shame, often with the hereditary curse of the drunkard's thirst."