To the Heroes of the Wine Bottle, Write!
The stage was set. the crowd looked on as the hangman's noose hung loosely around his neck. the calm voice spoke: "If you have anything to say, speak now; as you have but five minutes more to live" There was silence for what seemed to be about 40 seconds. then finally he spoke as tears trickle down his eyes: "I have to die! I had only one little brother. He had beautiful blue eyes and flaxen hear. How I loved him! I got drunk—the first time. I found my little brother gathering strawberries. I got angry with him, without cause; and killed him with a blow from a rake. I knew nothing about it till I awoke on the following day and found myself closely guarded. They told me that when my brother was found, his hair was clotted with his blood and brains. Whiskey had done it! It has ruined me! I have only one more word to say to the young people before I go to stand in the presence of my Judge. Never, Never NEVER touch anything that intoxicates! Friends, we ...