Are _you_, little girl, little boy, going to join the army of drunkards?
No, indeed! you think; but probably no one who has become a drunkard ever
intended to do so. They all began with one glass, a few drops of some
alcoholic liquor,--cider, wine, or beer perhaps,--and thus learned to love
the taste of alcohol, and soon became its slaves. For this poison has the
strange power of making those who drink it want more and more of itself,
though they know it is doing them harm.
The only safety is in letting alcoholic liquors alone, forever.
BLACKBOARD OUTLINE.
ALCOHOLIC LIQUORS HURT
The body,
The mind, and
The soul;
AND MAKE PEOPLE
WASTE LOSE UNFIT TO UNFIT TO SERVE
Money, Strength, Think, or Themselves,
Talents, and Health, and Work. Their neighbor,
Time. Good name. or GOD.
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STORIES ABOUT THE HARM DONE BY ALCOHOL.[6]
A YOUNG BEGINNER.--The hardest drinker I ever knew commenced on cider when
he was only five years old.
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