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‘Beware the demon drink!’ the minister roared from the
pulpit.
‘It has brought ruin, immorality and disaster upon
individuals and families alike. It is
sinister too, creeping up on people: it may start with just one, but that leads
to another.
When the victim awakes in a
drunken stupor the next morning, he goes in search of ‘a hair of the dog that
bit him’, meaning more drink!’
He was really interesting on the subject. Though he did go on a bit.
In fact, having completed his sermon and left the
pulpit, he returned with a parting shot.
‘If I had my way,’ he enthused, ‘I’d collect all the
alcoholic drink from every pub, club and licensed premises and dump it all in
the nearest river!’
He seemed pleased with the facial reactions before him
and so he continued.
‘Yes! And every
hotel, off-licence premises and every private home too – that had a pile of
this evil potion.
Every last bottle, barrel and can - I’d dump in the
nearest river!’
He seemed finished at last.
‘Our final hymn, dear brethren, is number 47, and I
do encourage everyone to join in.
It is called,
‘Shall We Gather By The River’. |
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