August 26, 1880, Saturday Evening Press
The dangers of demon alcohol have transcended all periods and epochs, or so it seems, as described here. The disgust of the Press editor about the carousing young people and having it happen, on a Sunday, of all days, makes the social transgression ever more profane. The social contract (skill?) of adequately holding one's liquor while presenting an outward civic countenance is lost on many. In the face of personal drunkenness, it is difficult to gauge one's own capacity for reverie and often one loses his (or her) way. So, it is not to necessarily forgive these transgressors but, knowing one's limitations goes a long way.
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