Having exhausted Hell-fire-and-brimstone, the evangel turns to the Demon Rum.

Satan, with hide and horns, has had his day.

Prohibition is now the trick card.
The fanatic is never either very discriminating or very particular.

As a rule, for him any taking "ism" will suffice.

To-day, it happens to be "whisky." To-morrow it will be tobacco.