He was young and kind of good-lookin', with a voice like the Skakit foghorn, and he took the sins of the world in his mouth, one after the other, as you might say, and shook 'em same's a pup would a Sunday bunnit.

He laid into rum and rum sellin', and folks fairly got in line to sign the pledge.

'Twas 'Come early and avoid the rush.' Got so that Chris Badger hardly dast to use alcohol in his cigar-lighter.
"Then, havin' dried us up, that revival feller begun to smoke us out.

He preached six sermons on the evils of tobacco, and every one was hotter'n the last.

Accordin' to him, if you smoked now you'd burn later on.