Here were connotations of the saloon making deep indentations in a child's mind.

Here was a child, forming its first judgments of the world, finding the saloon a delightful and desirable place.

Stores, nor public buildings, nor all the dwellings of men ever opened their doors to me and let me warm by their fires or permitted me to eat the food of the gods from narrow shelves against the wall.

Their doors were ever closed to me; the saloon's doors were ever open.

And always and everywhere I found saloons, on highway and byway, up narrow alleys and on busy thoroughfares, bright-lighted and cheerful, warm in winter, and in summer dark and cool.