to please them. He promised them he Would, and he did stop the sale of rum in Charlottetown, and then the Liberal government put it to vote in their election, and we all voted prohibition.

And now we have the women voting With us, we’ll be able to kill the rum in Charlottetown. The women have improved our elections, and there is no buying votes with money or bottles of rum. A11 dry elections! But I am almost persuaded a sweet kiss from the girls buys many a young man s vote yet.

Oh!, that cursed rum puts many a good man to open shame before the world. Rum empties our pocket books, it bares many a man and wife and children of clothes to keep them warm in winter. Rum breeds many a quarrel and ends in a fight. Rum parts many a man and wife. Rum had caused many a man to mortgage his farm, and the wife and kids have been turned out of house and home. Rum had been the means of many a man put in jail for debts, and all kinds. of crimes. Rum has been the means of many a young man’s death. It is a man-killer. I think a man’s soul is not in drinking rum; it’s only an appetite of the flesh. And he can be a Christian if he repents of it. I notice every rum bibber is sorry for being drunk.

Crapaud Corner 1s temperate, not drinking liquor now. I believe our good women will go to Premier King, asking him to send a gun boat to Watch our seaports, and keep the rum vessels off our shores from supplying the bootlegger. It was the women who got prohibition, and I know they will get a dry prohibition for all Canada. Our preachers and our two local members are not doing anything for prohibition. They are leaving it to the women to fight it out, and then we will have a dry Canada. When the preachers and our two members want a favor and a vote from the women, they will say, “Oh, Betty, we have killed all the bears and buried them all for ever and ever.”

THE FIRST TEA PARTY

I remember the first tea party in Crapaud. Parson Panther had just moved into his new parsonage and the "church had a tea to pay for it. It was on a fine day. I think there were four tables set. It was a big tea for those times, and about three hundred people took tea. Collet’s Band was there and Mr. Dunsford and his little boy Charles were in the band, and they all sat in a row on a bare plank under a white birch tree at the west end of the house, at the side of the tables, with little Charley in the middle of them, beside his father, with his trumpet. The bandsmen had a bottle of rum and kept taking a little drop once in a While, and they wanted to force a little drop on Charley against his will.

My mother gave me ninepence to get my tea. I enjoyed everything there. After tea, we saw a bear crossing the field. The big boys chased it with sticks into the woods and bared it, and it turned out to be George Palmer dressed in buffalo robes. He was running on all fours. The poor fellow was done out and he laid down panting. A man got some pound cake and fed him. At sunset we all went home with the band on a two- wheel truck, with two hemlock boards to sit on. We went down the post road to a public inn. The house was full, and no room for the boys, so we went home about ten o’clock. Now all we had in those old days were trucks, Carts and gigs.

Well everything in Crapaud has changed now. Our ladies are riding in cars all over the world. They don’t farm now or dressmake, or spin, or weave, or knit. All they are doing now is picking potatoes in their very short frocks and that’s not ladylike in these cold Autumn days.

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