I know there are honest business men who have long writhed in secret at the ignominy of the halter about their necks by which they have been led.

There are citizens who have the best interests of the community at heart who have hung their heads in shame of American politics, seeing this brutal whisky element dictating the government of the towns, and parcelling out their patronage and managing their funds and enormous stealings of the people's money.

I know there are church-members who have felt in their hearts the deep shame of bowing the knee to this rum god in order to make advancement in political life.
And I call on all these to-day to rise with me and begin a fight against the entire saloon business and whisky rule in Milton until by the help of the Lord of hosts we have gotten us the victory.

Men, women, brothers, sisters in the great family of God on earth, will you sit tamely down and worship the great beast of this country! Will you not rather gird your swords upon your thighs and go out to battle against this blasphemous Philistine who has defied the armies of the living God?
I have spoken my message.

Let us ask the wisdom and power of the Divine to help us." Philip's prayer was almost painful in its intensity of feeling and expression.