This week marked the 74th anniversary of the repeal of prohibition. I thought it would be fun to look at one of the tools that prohibitionists used to sway people to their side. "The Prohibition Alphabet" is certainly one of my favorites.
A stands for alcohol, king among men, who takes them to gallows or puts them in pen.
B is for beer, the slop of the brewery; it lead to the judge, and right to the jury.
C is for cruelty the demon we fear, who lives in the wine, the liquors, and beer.
D is for dram, a social or not; it leads from the moderate to the old drunken sot.
E is for early, when drunkards arise to add some more flame to their blood-shot eyes.
F is for fickle, we wish you to note the defect on drinkers, for license to vote.
G is for grog shop, a hell upon earth, where men are defiled from day of their birth.
H is for health, for happiness home, but all will be blighted in the foul liquor zone.
I is a pronoun, of dignified heft; but, bloated with liquor, there isn't much left.
J is for jug, the home drinkers pet; he fights the saloons but he is still wet.
K is for kindness; but she'll never know, who lives with a drunkard, but sadness and woe.
L is for liquor, the robber of life; he's cruel to children, and mean to his wife.
M is for millions who travel the road, in coffin and shroud, by the old whiskey goad.
N is for nickel, buys one glass of booze, though the children are hungry and the wife hasn't shoes.
O is for onion; its odors are rank, but not half so bad as a walking beer tank.
P is for plaster, a mortgage, or note, that's put on the house of the old whiskey bloat.
Q is for question; is a man really sane, who drinks of a poison that injures his brain.
R is for reason; where reason should be, is absent in men who go on a spree.
S is for slicker, a saloon keepers trait; for he gets all the suckers in town on his bait.
T is for trixter, the breweryman's suit; he'll take all you have, and your own soul to boot.
U is for uncle, our dear Uncle Sam; his battle with liquor is not any sham.
V is for virtue, the greatest of all; exposed through to liquor, this virtue must fall.
W is for will power, hard liquor destroys in the great and the small, the men and the boys.
X is for quantity; of course it's unknown, but equal at least to an old whiskey drone.
Y is for youth, an age of content; but liquor indulged will make it misspent.
Z is for Zion the church of our King, who judges a notion, a misguided thing when'er it is married by the foul liquor crew, and takes the blood money of cursed revenue. But let us, by voting the victory bring, and give to the nation a temperance ring.
Not exactly Longfellow, but see what can be accomplished with the clarity of thought, that sobriety brings? Just kidding, let's go have a beer.
never trust The Sober Brewer