The foregoing is a sample roaming with the White Logic through the dusk of my soul.
To the best of my power I have striven to give the reader a glimpse of a man's secret dwelling when it is shared with John Barleycorn.And the reader must remember that this mood,which he has read in a quarter of an hour,is but one mood of the myriad moods of John Barleycorn,and that the procession of such moods may well last the clock around through many a day and week and month.
My alcoholic reminiscences draw to a close.I can say,as any strong,chesty drinker can say,that all that leaves me alive to-day on the planet is my unmerited luck--the luck of chest,and shoulders,and constitution.I dare to say that a not large percentage of youths,in the formative stage of fifteen to seventeen,could have survived the stress of heavy drinking that Isurvived between my fifteenth and seventeenth years;that a not large percentage of men could have punished the alcohol I have punished in my manhood years and lived to tell the tale.Isurvived,through no personal virtue,but because I did not have the chemistry of a dipsomaniac and because I possessed an organism unusually resistant to the ravages of John Barleycorn.And,surviving,I have watched the others die,not so lucky,down all the long sad road.
It was my unmitigated and absolute good fortune,good luck,chance,call it what you will,that brought me through the fires of John Barleycorn.My life,my career,my joy in living,have not been destroyed.They have been scorched,it is true;like the survivors of forlorn hopes,they have by unthinkably miraculous ways come through the fight to marvel at the tally of the slain.
And like such a survivor of old red war who cries out,"Let there be no more war!"so I cry out,"Let there be no more poison-fighting by our youths!"The way to stop war is to stop it.The way to stop drinking is to stop it.The way China stopped the general use of opium was by stopping the cultivation and importation of opium.The philosophers,priests,and doctors of China could have preached themselves breathless against opium for a thousand years,and the use of opium,so long as opium was ever accessible and obtainable,would have continued unabated.We are so made,that is all.
We have with great success made a practice of not leaving arsenic and strychnine,and typhoid and tuberculosis germs lying around for our children to be destroyed by.Treat John Barleycorn the same way.Stop him.Don't let him lie around,licensed and legal,to pounce upon our youth.Not of alcoholics nor for alcoholics do I write,but for our youths,for those who possess no more than the adventure-stings and the genial predispositions,the social man-impulses,which are twisted all awry by our barbarian civilisation which feeds them poison on all the corners.
It is the healthy,normal boys,now born or being born,for whom Iwrite.
It was for this reason,more than any other,and more ardently than any other,that I rode down into the Valley of the Moon,all a-jingle,and voted for equal suffrage.I voted that women might vote,because I knew that they,the wives and mothers of the race,would vote John Barleycorn out of existence and back into the historical limbo of our vanished customs of savagery.If I thus seem to cry out as one hurt,please remember that I have been sorely bruised and that I do dislike the thought that any son or daughter of mine or yours should be similarly bruised.
The women are the true conservators of the race.The men are the wastrels,the adventure-lovers and gamblers,and in the end it is by their women that they are saved.About man's first experiment in chemistry was the making of alcohol,and down all the generations to this day man has continued to manufacture and drink it.And there has never been a day when the women have not resented man's use of alcohol,though they have never had the power to give weight to their resentment.The moment women get the vote in any community,the first thing they proceed to do is to close the saloons.In a thousand generations to come men of themselves will not close the saloons.As well expect the morphine victims to legislate the sale of morphine out of existence.
The women know.They have paid an incalculable price of sweat and tears for man's use of alcohol.Ever jealous for the race,they will legislate for the babes of boys yet to be born;and for the babes of girls,too,for they must be the mothers,wives,and sisters of these boys.
And it will be easy.The only ones that will be hurt will be the topers and seasoned drinkers of a single generation.I am one of these,and I make solemn assurance,based upon long traffic with John Barleycorn,that it won't hurt me very much to stop drinking when no one else drinks and when no drink is obtainable.On the other hand,the overwhelming proportion of young men are so normally non-alcoholic,that,never having had access to alcohol,they will never miss it.They will know of the saloon only in the pages of history,and they will think of the saloon as a quaint old custom similar to bull-baiting and the burning of witches.
