This is interesting not only because of the subject but because of the manner of reporting as well. "Doc" Rose had a saloon in the three story frame building on the southwest comer of High and State streets. After trying to abate the nuisance by refusing to accept the bond which saloon keepers were required to post, the city council finally passed the "Division Street Ordinance" prohibiting saloons east of Division Street. Rose took legal action to have the ordinance invalidated, but before the case came up to the Supreme Court, the city had succeeded in getting the state legislature to pass a law banning saloons in that area. The Supreme Court concluded that the state law was valid. For more about this, see my History of St. Thomas Parish (Ann Arbor, 1941), pp. 107-8.
WAS IN THE CITY FOR A FEW HOURS THIS MORNING
SHE MAKES AN OFFER OF $25
To "Doc" Rose or Any Other Saloon Advocate Who Will Meet Her in Debate Tomorrow Night -Says She is a Match for the Students if They Try to Confuse Her -Says She is Not Going to Smash Any Saloons Here.
Carrie A. Nation, the Kansas cyclone, was in Ann Arbor for a few hours this morning. She came here to get her mail and left on the noon train for Milan where she speaks tonight, and then returns here tomorrow for an address at the Athens theater.
As she stepped off the train she was met by William Kent, who is assisting in the management of her trip to this city. He introduced himself and the first thing Carrie said was:
"Say, couldn't you get that 'Doc' Rose to debate with me?"
"No," replied Mr. Kent, "he said he wouldn't go in for love or money."
The great saloon smasher can look the part any time she talks about joints. She is modestly dressed in black with a waterproof cape (which is decidedly appropriate considering her vocation). Under this cape she carries her famous hatchet. When she talks about anything besides the saloon she has one of the most pleasing, matronly countenances imaginable. She laughs with her eyes as well as with her mouth. But when she switches onto the saloon subject her eyebrows draw down, her lips become set into a fine, horizontal line, and her black eyes snap. Then she launches forth in a manner that would lead one to think that she could wade through Coach Yost's champion football team without even ruffling a hair of her head.
The Times reporter entered the hack with her and had a pleasant conversation while she was being conveyed to the Newmann Hotel, the only temperance hotel in the city.
"Well, I have been anticipating a visit to Ann Arbor for months," she said. "I want to talk to these young men. Thirty-seven hundred of them, I understand. And, just think, all these saloons here to drag them down."
As Mrs. Nation said this she looked out of the hack and noticed the several thirst parlors along the route.
"Are you going to smash any joints here?" she was asked.
"No," she replied, laughingly. "They needn't get down in their cyclone cellars. But I want them to come and hear me."
"Dear me," she said, turning to Mr. Kent, "I do wish you could get that doctor to debate with me. He isn't honest in his convictions or he would meet me. I tell you there's nothing like debate to set people to thinking. Did you offer him anything?"
By this time the hotel was reached and she was greeted by Mrs. Newmann, who was introduced to her as the proprietor of the only temperance hostelry in Ann Arbor.
"Howd'y do," said Carrie, as she shook hands with the proprietor.
"I'm glad to see you," said Mrs. Newmann. "I think if every woman was-like you this world would be better off." "Well," said the smasher, "we'd save a lot of men from going to hell." The Kansas agitator then took up the pen and in a bold hand, covering three lines on the page, she registered:
CARRIE A. NATION
Loving Home Defender,
"That's the way I like to sign myself," she said. "Now if you send for my mail and show me to a room I will be much obliged."
She started to go upstairs when she suddenly turned to the reporter and said:
"You state in your paper that I will give that Doc Rose $25 out of my own pocket the minute he comes on the stage. And if he doesn't want to come, the offer is open to anybody else who wants to defend the saloon. And tell the students that they can come and try and confuse me all they w8nt to. They can ask all the questions they like and just as fast as they like. I want to see if they can confuse me. It's never been done yet," and then she shook her head in that determined manner that showed she was proud of her public record.
-Washtenaw Daily Times, May 1, 1902
'RAHS FOR THE DEVIL
MOB OF STUDENTS GUYED THE KANSAS SMASHER.
MRS. NATION AT THE CAMPUS
Whiskey Flask Containing an Awful Smelling Compound Passed up to Her She Smashed it - Smell Scattered the Crowd - Mrs. Nation Considered That She Made a Thousand Converts to the Prohibition Cause - A Rollicking Old Time.
One thousand students had a rollicking old time with Carrie Nation at the campus this morning and the collegians applauded everything she said. They gave nine 'rahs for anybody she mentioned and did it lustily.
Just before the close of her address Mrs. Nation made a strong plea for the prohibition party.
"Now I want to see the hands raised of all you who vote the prohibition ticket after this," said the smasher.
Every mother's son in the mob put both hands high in the air.
"Good!" shouted Carrie, with a broad smile and at the same time clasping her hands gleefully at the thoughts of making so many "converts."
"Oh," she said, "that made the devil awful mad when he saw those hands."
"Rah-rah-rah! Rah-rah-rah! Rah-rah-rah! THE DEVIL," yelled the students in chorus.
Mrs. Nation spoke from an open hack at the northwest comer of the campus. During the early part of her address somebody passed up a whiskey flask that was labelled with a well-known brand, and containing a fluid that looked for all the world like genuine booze.
Carrie held it aloft.
"Smash it!" yelled the crowd, and she complied. She bent down, took a good aim at the iron tire on the hack wheel and - "crash" - went the bottle.
Then the crowd was sorry that it had spoken, as the fluid in the bottle was a solution of hydrogen de sulphide, which is the polite name for the smell of rotten eggs. Some student pursuing chemistry had fixed up the dose and Carrie and the crowd got the benefit of it.
"Whew!" said the students, backing away and holding their noses, but it didn't seem to phase the agitator.
"Tell us about Doc Rose," shouted some one.
"I'll tell you about that old Doc Rose," she declared.
Rah-rah-rah! Rah-rah-rah! Rah-rah-rah! DOC ROSE!" yelled the students.
"All he wants you to go there for is your money," she said.
"Ain't got any money," remarked the student who has been waiting to hear from home.
"You go in there sensible," continued Mrs. Nation, not noting the interruption, "and you come out -"
"Broke," emphasized a student.
"I want you to be like Daniel of old. Daniel was a captive and -"
Rah-rah-rah! Rah-rah-rah! Rah-rah-rah! DANIEL!" yelled the students in chorus again.
The collegians simply made a farce of the whole performance. At the close of her talk Mrs. Nation reminded the crowd that she had some souvenir hatchets and photographs for sale.
The mob rushed in and she was proceeding to do a land office business, when it began to look as if the hack would be overturned in the mad rush. The hackman whipped up the horses and the carriage rolled away, but not before one student had climbed up behind and stole a hatful of little hatchets. He dropped down and distributed them among his friends.
The crowd chased up the hack for about a block and then gave up the pursuit.
Visits the Saloons.
Previous to going to the campus this morning Mrs. Nation paid a visit to the saloons on Ann Street and Main street. She attempted no smashing but in every place she advised the proprietor to put more clothes on the women in the pictures hanging on the walls.
Small Attendance Last Night.
Fifty and seventy-five cents as the admission price proved to be a smasher on the attendance at the Carrie Nation lecture last night and only about 300 persons went to the opera house to listen to her.
She was introduced by Judge Cheever who stated that the violation of the laws of Kansas and oaths of the officers of the state had produced Carrie Nation and her hatchet and that all brave men and women could not but respect her courage.
Mrs. Nation arose, Bible in hand, and promptly told the audience that she is not a temperance woman but a prohibitionist. She then gave a history of her hatchet agitation. Her first smashing was done without this weapon. She said she went into a joint in Kiowa with an armful of bottles and stones wrapped in paper.
"I threw those bottles, and I hit everything I threw at," said Mrs. Nation, which makes it appear that she is a most extraordinary woman and might be a wonder on a baseball team.
Mrs. Nation maintained that she is no law breaker. "It's just common humanity to destroy that which injures man," she said. ''I'd rather be a widow a dozen times than the wife of a drunkard."
She said she had been asked what she thought of Ann Arbor. "How can I speak well of this city when I see so many hell-holes open? If I had a boy I'd tremble to send him here because he would have to pass through 35 hell holes when he went through the streets."
Mrs. Nation tried to wake the women up to the point of agitation as follows: "I say to you women that if you sit still and snivel and do nothing and say you can't do anything, you display more insanity than I do when I take my hatchet and smash them up. If only just what women are in this audience tonight will take hatchets and go with me, we will smash every one of them tonight."
About this time a student who was seated well in front arose and went out of the theater.
"I expect," said Mrs. Nation, "that that fool fellow is so full of booze that he doesn't know what he is doing and is going out after some more."
The Kansas agitator then told of her visit to Doc Rose's place yesterday afternoon and roasted it severely. "If you women knew as much about saloons as I do you would 'hatchetate' a little too," she declared.
She then read a letter from a student who referred to Otto Hans' barbecue and said it was worthy of investigation.
Carrie also touched upon smoking. "I believe," she said, "that you prepare in this world for the next and if you start to smoke here the devil will make you smoke in the next."
She expressed regret that there were not more students present. "Is there any place where I can give a free lecture to the students?" she asked.
"Joe Parker's," shouted a man from the gallery.
"Joe Parker's? How many people will it hold?"
"O, about four million," came the answer.
"I want to talk to somebody who is responsible. How many will it hold?"
"A hundred," said one man in the audience, while another declared the capacity to be thirty-thousand.
Mrs. Nation finally announced that she would give an open-air lecture on the campus this morning, and the meeting closed with the singing of the Doxology.
-Washtenaw Daily Times, May 3, 1902.
CARRIE LOVES BARTENDERS
AT LEAST SHE TOLD ONE SO YESTERDAY
Gave Doc Rose's Dispenser Some Motherly Advice -"Don't want the Devil to Get You," She Told Him.
"Where's Doc Rose?" said Carrie, as she entered his place yesterday. "Out of town," said a prominent citizen who happened to be present. "Where?" said the defender of homes. "Battle Creek," said the "Last 'Merican." This was before Carrie made her round of inspection. When she started on her way she recommended the attention of those who accompanied her to the utter disreputability of the place. Now "Doc" had evidently worked hard to finish his spring house cleaning before he left for the Sanitarium City, and everything was neatly polished except a glass which was the object of the bartender's urgent efforts on his arrival. Truly the doctor must have left in a great hurry since the bartender had not returned from his dinner, or, could the glass have been used by the prominent citizen? If so, who served the aforesaid gentleman? Just as Carrie returned from her tour of inspection the bartender entered. "Well," said Mrs. N., "aren't you ashamed with your grey hairs to be in such dirty business? What did Doc go for? I suppose he was afraid of me. Well, I should think you would be ashamed to have that picture in such a hole as this," said she, calling his attention to one of the mural decorations. "It is bad enough to have a woman's picture in such a place if she were properly clothed, but such a picture is a disgrace." "Oh, well," said the barkeep, "she is some clothed, and it's summer now, anyway."
When Mrs. Nation turned to go she extended an urgent invitation to the dispenser of cooling draughts to attend her reception in the evening, clinching her invitation with the remark, "Well, I am a friend of bartenders and hate to see the devil get you." When she started for the door the P. C. asked for a cigar. "Look out," was her parting shot, "or the devil will make you smoke later on."
Carrie Nation's Girlhood.
So many stories reach the public of Mrs. Carrie Nation's eccentricity that it rarely happens a glimpse of her true character is made public. Here is a story of her girlhood told by herself.
"When I was a girl I never was like other girls, and they all laughed at me so I determined to try to act like the rest of them, but they laughed harder than ever. You know I was just a country girl. Finally my mother in despair took me down to my aunt in the city and said to her, 'Hope, I want you to try and do something with Carrie. She makes me feel so ashamed of myself, I just feel as if I was disgraced when I go out with her.' So my Aunt Hope, for whom I had the greatest respect and admiration, undertook the task, but when my mother had returned home she said to me: 'Now, Carrie, I want you to have a good time. I'm not going to put an old head on young shoulders.' However, I felt the weight of my position, and when my aunt one day took me calling with her I endeavored to act the part. After three or four calls in which I now suppose I had made a spectacle of myself with my 'manners' she said to me: "Carrie, I intended to make calls all the morning but I'm not going to make another one unless you stop looking so miserable, and act like Carrie.' "
This shows in a measure that Mrs. Nation has always been outspoken and just herself. She is a good woman and her heart is completely in her work.
-Washtenaw Daily Times, May 3, 1902.
CROWD DIDN'T LIKE HER SENTIMENTS.
ATTACKED PRES. M'KINLEY
Said That Every Time You Boost McKinley You Boost the Brewing Interests of the Country - Hisses from the Large Audience Were Given Her, But They Did Not Seem to Have Any Effect on the Human Cyclone.
Carrie Nation has come and gone and there are considerable doubts as to whether or not she has helped the cause of temperance or prohibition during her stay here.
Nearly everybody seemed to take her as a joke. The students joshed her; she was the subject of more curiosity than anything else.
But last night at the Athens theater an incident happened that made it appear that the crowd took her very seriously.
The Kansas smasher was earnestly hissed, and it was because of her vicious attack on the martyred president, William McKinley.
Mrs. Nation hates McKinley's memory even and just because he did not agree with her on the canteen question.
"Whenever you boost McKinley you boost the brewing interests of the country," she declared.
Hisses arose from all parts of the theater, and not a hand of applause was given this disgraceful sentence.
"The devil never put a padlock on my mouth and I'm going to tell you some things," she said. Then she launched out in a tirade against the dead president that made her no friends.
At the close of the lecture she invited the audience to ask her questions. "I want you to ask me questions," she said. "You have hissed and now I want you to do something besides hiss. If you don't ask questions, you are cowards." And Carrie looked as mad as if she had just entered a Kansas joint.
One or two complied, but there was nothing exciting about it.
Mrs. Nation had a large audience last evening, the crowd nearly filling the first floor of the Athens Theater. The admission charged was 10 cents and those who went got their money's worth in seeing the Kansas freak as a freak.
-Washtenaw Daily Times, May 5, 1902