.Abolish capitalism; give the work
ers 3 chance for education, so life to
th,em will not be merely to eat, sleep
and drink, passions running rampant.
Give them the opportunity to marry,
for we have not yet attained the ideal
of platonic love.
Cease idleness and unemployment,
and I assure you, that the incentive
for prostitution will" soon be a mat
ter qf the past, like a civilized can
nibal to eat the flesh of his brother.
ONE WOMAN'S OPINION I am
not offering this as a solution of the
vice question, though it might work
out that way and prove one of the
means- to that end and certainly save
a lot of wasted endeavor. There is,
I believe, a state law in Illinois, of
1874 and another in 1889, which for
bids a segregated district for traffic
in women. There is also a state law
requiring saloons to close Saturday
night at 12 o'clock and remain closed
dver Sunday, and a city ordinance for
saloons to close at 1 fr.m.
As long as these laws are on our'
statute books,1 why not compel our
chief officials who take oath that
they will enforce existing laws when
they are sworn into office, to enforce
these laws? And if they don't en
force them endeavor to elect men
who by their previous record, wheth
er in public or private life, indicate
that they are honest enough to en
force these laws?
After existing laws have been thor
oughly tried out, then and not until
then, can we, the people, know
w If they are good, keep them and
make public officials enforce them. If
not gdod, repeal them and get laws
that are good. I offer no opinion as
to whether they are good or not, but
maintain that until they are enforced
we So not know.
This will also work out in another
direction for the good of state and
city. Our young people will grow
up to. respect the law and know that
disobedience is disastrous; and the
alien within our land will respect and
obey the laws of their adopted coun
try. Dr. Alice M. C. Allen.
HER FIRST SOUVENIR. I've
heard of girls souveniring spoons,
glasses and other little articles from
cafes or winerooms and thought I
would like to try it. A lady friend of
mine had all kinds of glasses, from a
tiny cordial glass to a beer glass. She
had souvenired them all. It would
be great fun, I imagined, to try it. So
one evening my gentleman friend and
I took a stroll and dropped in at
Webster and Lincoln av. to have a
drink. He ordered bourbon; so did I.
Here is my chance to get a glass,
I thought. But I had not the nerve
to take it and asked him. Of course,
he refused absolutely. But I begged
him, so that at last he put the glass
in his pocket and we skipped out the
back door, Ha, ha! At last I had
souvenired a glass. Hardly had we
crossed the street when we heard a
yelling: "Hey, come back here." We
turned around to see what was the
matter, but it was only the waiter
calling us back. I laughed in his face
but my friend crossed over to speak
to him. I heard them laugh. I ashed
him what the waiter said. "Oh, noth
ing, I gave him the glass." Pshaw,
all for nothing. I had it and didn't
have it My first and last souvenir.
Editor's Note. There is a simple
story of an unimportant incident.
You can find a moral in it if you are
looking for one. But it is interesting
as a sample of story-telling without
waste of words. I could get more
letters in The Day Book if writers
could boil their stories down as this
story is boiled. N. D. C.
This afternoon I lunched in a ge-muthlic-German
restaurant that fea
tures bowling in the basement. And
there I saw a sign that read:
Nix on the War-talk !
The Alleys Are Downstairs!
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