1930 The Saloon in the Home

TOPERS AND MOPERS A RE not topers hood-winked mopers Through this vale of tears~ Growing madder, growing sadder, As they grow in years~ Are not drinkers, daily sinkers In the mire of sin'? What's undone them'? Out upon them! Brandy, rum and gin! When a. fellow gets "real mellow," Turn your eyes that way; See him "pick-up," hear him hich-up ! Hark his ass-like bray! See their wives all-woe survives all, Death steals on a pace; Sorrows traces on their faces Wither every grace! And their young ones, prattling tongu'd om~s, Hang the drooping head- Curse the father who can rather Drink than see them fed.

But can drunken men, so sunken, Tread the upward path'? No! they're flying, rushing, hieing To eternal wrath. ·

Henry Atherton.

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