Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 July 1893 — Hard Cider a Fiendish Tipple. [ARTICLE]

Hard Cider a Fiendish Tipple.

The man who sells cider doesn’t have to get a government license or purchase revenue stamps; all he needs is a keg of the fluid and a dipper and he is ready to scatter desolation and pave the avenues to drunkards’ graves at the rate of 5 cents a drink. The cider that is sold is sometimes sweet and innocent, but generally it is “hard” as a door-knob and a small quantity of it will cause a man to imagine himself a lion tamer in a striped uniform and lead him to elope with his grandmother. There is no liquor in the entire* category which will compare with hard cider! it occupies a sphere peculiarly its own; its lasting qualities are wonderful- If you get intoxicated on it in early Aianhood you may sober up in old age, but the chances are that you won’t. The headache that follows its use.is enough to make the heathen rage and the wicken imagine vain things. Something should be done to contract the powers of the dealer in hard cider. In his cheerful, offhand way he is setting traps for the feet of the young and pitfalls for the unwary. It might be possible to urge him to soften his cider without hurting his feelings.—Washington News. “I am determined not to marry Aitil I can find a lady who, as my wife, will make a good impression on society.” “That’s all very well, but s uppose the lady whom you select is equally determined not to marry until she finds a man who possesoes th? same qualification?”—Fliegende Bl«etter. Although a soldier by profession, I have never felt any sort of fondness for war, and I have never advocated it except as a means of peace.—U. S. Grant.