Marion Harland,
The Secret of a Happy Home (1896…
“ I wish I could write it in letters of fire over the door of every liquor saloon.It may be the climate; it may be the high-pressure, fever-heated rate of modern living; it may as well be that those honest men who made their own apple whiskey and peach brandy, by their daily dram-drinking transmitted the taste which adulterated liquors, in the generation following, were to lash into uncontrollable appetite. ”
