But as I had already spoken for
him I did not feel bound. This man was posing as a prohibitionist but
he was as loyal to the cause as Judas was to Jesus. I went to Pete
Weis' place, one of the most expensive dance halls I was ever in. I spoke
for the hundreds of poor, drugged and depraved men and women. There
was a large picture or rather statuary of naked women among trees
which I said must be smashed, Mr. Weis treated me very kindly and
said: "I will have that boarded up," and so next day he did.
This Mr. Brubaker would not pay me a cent for my lecture and
tried to garnishe the $100, the Journal was to pay me, and had it not been
for a stroke of policy on the part of the Journal he would have taken
every cent from me and left me to pay my expenses there and back.
Jesus said: "Beware of wolves in sheep's clothing." In a month from
this time the saloon keeper sent me $50. The prostitute loved more than
Simon.
I saw in Peoria the largest distillery in the world. Not one of the
hands are allowed to drink what they make. What would you think of
a dry goods concern that would not allow its employes to use what they
make? Mr. William McKinley was entertained here by Joe Greenhut,
president of the "Whiskey Trust."
I was in Peoria when the prohibitionists held a convention there and
was astonished that they would put up at a saloon or a hotel that run one.
I never eat or sleep in one.
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