That's supposed to be Mr. Nation pacing the floor with the kids, sneaking a drink while his wife, Carrie Nation, was out busting down saloons with her little hatchet, making the city a decent place for the good people of Kansas and a roaring H*ll for anyone else. These were the good, Christian people who preached about turning the other cheek.
Anyway, this early movie by Edwin S. Porter is no THE GREAT TRAIN ROBBERY, but it pretty much sums up the opinion of the Northeast urbanites who liked to take an occasional drink, and if your children can't look upon the wine when 'tis red without getting blackout drunk, maybe there's something wrong with the way you raised them.
And then she'd splt your skull open with her hatchet.
Anyway, this early movie by Edwin S. Porter is no THE GREAT TRAIN ROBBERY, but it pretty much sums up the opinion of the Northeast urbanites who liked to take an occasional drink, and if your children can't look upon the wine when 'tis red without getting blackout drunk, maybe there's something wrong with the way you raised them.
And then she'd splt your skull open with her hatchet.
