A NATIONAL PERIL.
Daily Chronicle, October 13, 1902
[Mrs. Carrie Nation, the saloon-smasher, has started a crusade against tobacco.]
Mrs. Nation, when you hankered
To administer a blow
To the alcoholic tankard,
And to crush the bowls that flow,
I approved the happy notion,
Watched your efforts with delight.
My affection for “the lotion”
(As they call it) is but slight.
But, oh dear! your latest movement
Fills my soul with keen dismay.
In your passion for improvement
You would take our pipes away.
But, unless you simply hate us,
Can you ponder undismayed
On the horrors that await us
At the end of the crusade?
Take your enterprising hatchet
To some more deserving curse.
Our tobacco, if you snatch it,
Must give place to something worse.
While you war against the “soakers”
I applaud, but oh! refrain
From reducing honest smokers
To an after-dinner cane!
P. G. W.