As one anxious for this victory, I have often speculated on the situation when all America is nominally dry, at the behest of the American farmer, the American preacher, and the American woman.

When the use of alcohol is treason, what will become of those all but unbroken lines of slum saloons?
No lesser force than regular troops could dislodge them, with yesterday's intrenchment.
The entrance of the motion picture house into the arena is indeed striking, the first enemy of King Alcohol with real power where that king has deepest hold.

If every one of those saloon doors is nailed up by the Chautauqua orators, the photoplay archway will remain open.

The people will have a shelter where they can readjust themselves, that offers a substitute for many of the lines of pleasure in the groggery.

And a whole evening costs but a dime apiece.