Baltimore Evening Sun (26 November 1913): 6.
Balance sheet of the Sunpaper-super-Mahon Christmas tree fund:
Needed for expenses $5,000.00
Collected so far 2,459.09
Amount yet to be collected $2,540.91
Days remaining 29
Amount to be collected each day $87.61
Amount collected yesterday 14.50
Incidentally, the collections reported by the Sunpaper this morning do not agree with those reported by The Evening Sun yesterday afternoon. The Evening Sun reported the sum of $876 “received through other sources,” but in the Sunpaper of the morning it had shrunk to $851. Going down!
A DAILY THOUGHT.
Without free speech no search for truth is possible; without free speech no discovery of truth is useful.—Charles Bradlaugh.
Needed for ex
Needed for expenses $5,000.00 Collected so far 2,459.09 Amount yet to be collected $2,540.91 Days remaining 29 Amount to be collected each day $87.61 Amount collected yesterday 14.50
Incidentally, the collections reported by the Sunpaper this morning do not agree with those reported by The Evening Sun yesterday afternoon. The Evening Sun reported the sum of $876 “received through other sources,” but in the Sunpaper of the morning it had shrunk to $851. Going down!
A DAILY THOUGHT. Without free speech no search for truth is possible; without free speech no discovery of truth is useful.–Charles Bradlaugh.
From a bitter, bitter letter, characteristically anonymous, in today’s Letter Column:
penses $5,000.00 Collected so far 2,459.09 Amount yet to be collected $2,540.91 Days remaining 29 Amount to be collected each day $87.61 Amount collected yesterday 14.50Incidentally, the collections reported by the Sunpaper this morning do not agree with those reported by The Evening Sun yesterday afternoon. The Evening Sun reported the sum of $876 “received through other sources,” but in the Sunpaper of the morning it had shrunk to $851. Going down!
A DAILY THOUGHT. Without free speech no search for truth is possible; without free speech no discovery of truth is useful.–Charles Bradlaugh.
From a bitter, bitter letter, characteristically anonymous, in today’s Letter Column:
The appointment of the Hon. James McEvoy [the new president of the Police Board] is not altogether pleasing to the editor of the Free Lance, for Mr. McEvoy has not the proper conception of his moral obligations. The following from the pen of this illustrious gentleman is proof of the above statement: “Mr. McEvoy’s one outstanding weakness is a touch of Puritanism–a flavor of moral snobbery.”
Ah, the boldness of these moral schochets,{?} these pious sinner-bakers! Did I ever make any such objection to the Hon. Mr. McEvoy? Of course not. I used the words quoted, not against the Hon. Mr. McEvoy, but against his plupious predecessor, the Hon. Morris A. Soper, LL. B., late of the Pentz Society and soon to be of the Supreme Bench. Of the Hon. Mr. McEvoy I have said nothing whatever, though I have accepted his invitation to make public suggestions regarding the reform of the Police Department, now so lamentably demoralized by spying and buncombe. I hope and assume that he is a frank and intelligent man, who will not allow himself to be led by the nose by professional moralists with axes to grind. And that assumption, I may add, is borne out by the reports of my secret agents.
But will this anonymous moralist, having lied about me, now step up and acknowledge it like a man? Answer: He will not. Moralits do not do business in that way. This one is even contemptuous because I myself acknowledged an error last week–an error brought to my attention by the Hon. John L. Cornell, acting counsel to the Pentz Society. No moralist ever acknowledges an error, for the simple reason that no moralist ever makes an error. The species is infallible. Some of its members, such as the Hon. William H. Anderson, are directly inspired by Heaven, and hence could not err if they would. Their slightest quip is ex cathedra. And others, such as the Hon. Charles J. Bonaparte, LL. D., are so miraculously gifted with sagacity that the most complex and baffling problems of existence are as easy to them as so many sums in simple addition.
No; this anonymous archangel will not acknowledge his lie. He will not step up with an honorable apology, signign his real name to it. Instead he will maintain a magnificent silence for two or three weeks. And then, under some new nom de plume, he will lie about me again. Such is the nature of the besat. Such is the habit of the anonymous libeler.
The estimable Sunpaper in defense of the sclerotic Christmas tree fund:
The Christmas spirit means good fellowship, peace, charitable impulses, enlarged sympathies.
Example of the Christmas spirit: the relations between the Sunpaper and the Hon. Dashing Harry, partners in the fund business.
Proposed program for the “song service” at the Lord’s Day Alliance sinner-bake (the Hon. Dashing Harry, kappellmeister):
- “Hail, Hail, the Gang’s All Here!”
- “Down Where the Würzburger Flows.”
- “In the Good Old Summer Time.”
- “Climbing Up the Golden Stairs.”
The betting odds at Back River, as reported by the county cops:
10 to 1 that the Hon. D. Harry pauses in the midst of the harmony to crack the shins of the Sunpaper.
Now that the Hon. William H. Anderson has been scored by the Talbot county grand jury–Talbot, remember; a “dry” county!–he is ripe for elevation to the Supreme Bench. Thus, at one blow, the current row in the Anti-Saloon League will be stilled, and the bench will be further elevated.
The committee in charge of the relief of the Eastern Shore has chartered two large ships, and the work of loading them with Pilsner, Munchener and Würzburger will begin soon after January 1. The moment the Legislature repeals the so-called prohibition acts, they will start for the Shore at full speed. For the first time in years the Shoreman will taste honest malt liquor. The near-beer of the speak-easies will be fed to the hogs, and the speak-easies themselves will be burned to the ground. Take heart, gents! We are coming!
The Hon. Charles J. Bonaparte, LL. D., on those persons who think that it is better to deal with vice frankly and in the open than to drive it hypocritically into secret places: Their aims are–first, to promote the prosperity of keepers of houses of prostitition by rendering their business safe as well as profitable–and, secondly, to assure the men who frequent these houses uninterrupted opportunities for vicious indulgence and protect such men against exposure.
The Very Rev. William T. Russell, D. D., rector of St. Patrick’s Roman Catholic Church, Washington, to the subcommittee on the social evil and the Senate committee on the District of Columbia January 7, 1913:
I need not say that I should strongly favor any feasible plan to abolish houses of ill fame. * * * I am, however, thoroughly convinced that a violent crusade with the sole object of driving them from their present location, which is known to the police, would be the worst possible policy. For in this way they would be driven to seek houses in respectable neighborhoods, and not until much harm was done to respectable boys and girls in the neighborhood and to the good name of those living near by could such people be forced to leave through recourse to law. I am altogether convinced that such a plan would be far worse than the one now adopted by the police authorities [i. e., segregation].
Perhaps the Hon. Mr. Bonaparte, out of the depths of his singular wisdom, will now tell us to which of his two classes of scoundrels Dr. Russell belongs. Or perhaps he will play the frank and fair man for once in his life, and admit that it is possible to favor the control of vice without also favoring vice itself.