DRESS AFFECTING MOODS
Mrs. Bishop, in the Chautauqua Herald, says:
It may never have occurred to some of
you that dress has any reactionary influence
upon the inner states, but so potent is this
influence that frequently we can change the
mental states by a change of dress. When
tired, gloomy or fretful, a change in apparel
often means a change in mood. Many
actors say that to be drest for the part is a
great help toward feeling the part. An army
general once declared that he could not
fight without his uniform, that an ordinary
hat and coat took all the courage out of
him.
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Dress in the East—See Propriety, Observing the rules of.
Drifting Avoided—See Danger, Avoiding.
DRINK
"Many a good story is told of the old
bonanza days," said a San Franciscan. "I
liked especially a whisky story.
"A tenderfoot, the story ran, entered a saloon and ordered whisky. Whisky in those days and in those parts was a very weird drink. Queer effects were sure to follow it. The tenderfoot knew he must expect something out of the common, but, for all that, he was taken aback when the bartender handed him a small whisk-broom along with the bottle and glass.
"Tenderfoot-like, he didn't care to expose his ignorance by asking what the whisk-broom was for, so he just stood there and fidgeted. He didn't drink. He waited in the hope that somebody would come in and show him what was what.
"Well, in a few minutes a big chap in a red shirt entered. He, too, ordered whisky, and he, too, got a broom.
"The tenderfoot watched him closely. He poured himself a generous drink, tossed it off, and, taking up his whisk-broom, went over into a corner and carefully cleaned, on the floor, a space about 7 feet by 3. There he laid down and had a fit."—Detroit Free Press.
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See Abstainers Live Long; Beer, Effect
of; Alcoholic Bait.
DRINK AND NATIVE RACES
Missionaries are constantly emphasizing
the horrors consequent on the drink traffic
among the natives of Africa. Bishop Johnson,
one of its able native bishops, declared
that "European commerce, weighted as this
commerce has been for many years with the
liquor traffic, has been as great a curse to
Africa, a greater than the oceanic slave-trade."
Even still more effective was a statement
made by a Christian negro speaking
to an audience in England, when he brought
out of a bag an ugly idol and said, "This
repulsive object is what we worshiped in
times past," and then he added, "Now I will
show you what England has sent to be our
god to-day," and produced an empty gin-bottle.—Jesse
Page, "The Black Bishop."
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DRINK, EFFECTS OF
I was standing on the sidewalk in a Southern
city where at the time I was engaged in
evangelistic work. A physician who was an
active helper came along in his buggy, and,
stopping his horse, requested me to take a
seat at his side.
"I want to take you," he said as we drove off, "to see a most deplorable and helpless case—a widow and her son. She is totally blind; in fact, she has cried her eyes out. You have heard of people who cried their eyes out, but now you will see one of whom it is literally true. The son is only twenty-four years of age, and a splendid machinist; but he got to fooling with drink and wild young men, until now the habit is so fixt upon him he is almost an imbecile. I have a commitment for him in my pocket to send him to the asylum. It is the only hope for him now."
We arrived at the house, a poor little desolate-looking place, in painful accord with the pitiful lives within. The woman rose to greet us at the sound of the doctor's voice. She was of medium size, neatly drest, but plainly. Her white face, without the slightest suggestion of color, was partly framed with grayish-brown hair. Her eyes did not seem sightless to me, but only a dull dark blue.
There sat the young man, his face buried in his hands, the picture of misery, a life surrendered to the evil of drink, and in ruins. "I have brought the minister," said the doctor, "because I knew you'd like to have him pray with you and talk with your son." She assented readily, and even with an effort to smile; but the smile died upon her lips. The young man was perfectly sane, and talked willingly of his condition. "I just can't help it," he said. "I love mother, and I can easily take care of her; but, when I get where whisky is, I can't help getting
