From the depot to the cab, from the cab to the hotel, from the hotel to the dining room, barber shop, manicure room or other places, the monster trails you. The Vice Trust’s agents are forever lurking in your shadow.
To the store, place of business, halls of amusement, the silent form sneaks behind you, exacting from you a toll for the privilege of walking the streets of Chicago and breathing God’s free air.
When you leave for your quiet, peaceful hometown, the minions of the trust follow you almost to the sacred entrance of an undefiled home. Only the sanctity, purity and goodness, stops them there.
Such is the system!
THE SYSTEM AND ITS CAUSES.
Vice is co-existent with reason. Vice is a form of the abuse of reason.
As the city grew like a mushroom, so vice grew. All elements were attracted.
Vice crept in, grew and flourished. Its resources were human souls and bodies,—men and women.
It became a great, eating, nauseating, foul-smelling ulcer on the body municipal.
It needed control.