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The Prairie Farmer - July 30, 1938 - pp2Marijuana Must Go!
- By Mrs. Payne Mercer Legion, Boy Scouts, Prairie Farmer Protective Weed Grows Wild---Tragic Results
Deadly as a
copperhead snake is the drug-weed marijuana, which has been found growing wild
in many sections of Indiana and Illinois. Read
Mrs. Payne Mercer's story", printed here.
Understand why the American Legion of Indiana and the Boy Scouts of
America, with Prairie Farmer-WLS and many church groups of Indiana have launched
a campaign of completely eradicate this weed.
Is it growing on your farm? A young man in Fayette county, Indiana, has gone insane from the use of marijuana or "dope" cigarettes. He is now a crazed, wild boy gazing out of the windows of Madison Insane Hospital, his mind destroyed. But for the coaxing of a vicious marijuana peddler, this boy would be working in the sunshine and the green fields of the home farm. His life is broken, and he is only one of thousands being ruined in Indiana, Illinois and the Middle West by heartless, money-grabbing "dope" rings. Another boy of a good family in the same county is serving a term in the state penal farm for a crime he committed while crazed from smoking this death weed. "He knew little of what he had done when he came out of his daze," said Night Captain William Harris of the Connersville police. "When we arrested him, he was so excited we could hardly manage him, and crying, hysterical and violent." Young people in Fayette county, and throughout Indiana, Illinois and Ohio have been approached many times in the last six months to join "reefer" parties. Peddlers tell them of wonderful effects and fun of smoking this deadly weed. Chief of Police Joseph M. Stevens is fighting the propaganda at Connersville with his entire staff. Several unsigned letters gave him facts and stories of local smoking parties there. Peddlers are afraid to move right now, and several patches of their marijuana plants have been destroyed. June 30, a Prairie Farmer subscriber told Prairie Farmer fieldmen he had found marijuana growing on his farm. he saw a woman gathering armloads of a weed, and went to see what she was getting. but she was too quick for him and got away. Such a woman is known to local authorities. A search of his farm by officers, Prairie Farmer fieldmen and County Agent D.S. Bishopp revealed a patch probably planted years ago near a creek bed. Following the stream, nature had spread this hardy weed, and through the pasture land were thousands of plants from two to 12 feet high. The wild crop was estimated at $10,000 value. Once planted marijuana grows wild on farm lands without knowledge or consent of farmers, ready for picking by peddlers. "It is dangerous to stock, too," said this farmer. "I know now why my cows just went crazy sometimes and acted so wild we could hardly milk them." Local Scout Master Francis Howard found another wild patch of marijuana eight by 10 feet. It was near a gravel pit on the Mount Farm near Connersville, and carefully surrounded by horse weed. Nearby was a shelter made of bedsprings, tin roofing, fence and boards where users might smoke the drug. "That crop is going up in smoke all right, but not cigarette smoke," shouted Howard. Chief Stevens poured on gasoline. The fire roared as he declared, "No insane, criminal boys will come from that patch." "Peddlers are busy in every community and small town selling marijuana cigarettes," declared authorities of the Indiana narcotic bureau. "One great danger is selling cigarettes to be handed to girls without their knowing what they contain, Marijuana has a strong effect upon the sex sensations. All restraints vanish. It is easy to get many boys to try a new kind of cigarette just once, for a real "kick." Then the habit soon is formed." [ picture - Chief of Police Joseph M. Stevens of Connersville, Ind., and Boy Scout Leader Francis Howard examine marijuana weeds found near Connersville. This weed grows wild in many other sections. ] Marijuana cigarettes are sold at many barbeque stands, hamburger joints, dance halls, garages, and by direct peddlers to young people. They get a private word with them after school, in town on Saturday nights. Smoking parties are planned with a leader of the crowd sold first. It is made out to be an adventure. Many restaurant owners have been induced by peddlers to provide smoking rooms for such parties, little realizing what wildness, crime, murder, immorality and horror result. But let a witness of such a party tell our readers. "Once was enough for me," he said confidentially, "Some of our crowd got the habit. At first we went into spells of laughing. Anything seemed grand, so they barked like dogs, crawled, climbed the piano, or much wilder things. We seemed light, and felt like floating to the moon. some stood on chairs and gave brilliant lectures. One girl danced constantly. Another played the piano like a "swing artist," yet she could hardly play at all before. It speeded everybody up to high gear, but they didn't know it. My girl and I only took a few puffs and were horrified." The floating sensation accounts for many suicides of young people who jump out of windows. A marijuana smoker was hanged in Baltimore for criminal assault on a 10-year-old girl last year. A young A young man in Florida killed his parents, two brothers and sister with an ax and only remembered the terrible crime afterward." "The danger of marijuana," said one high official, "is the in the first stages it makes people happy and fascinates them. They do not believe anything more serious will result. Then suddenly they enter the second stage and become criminally violent. The third stage is complete insanity. Marijuana is known as the old "hashish" of India. I would just as soon light dynamite in my mouth. Back to Reefer Madness Museum Page #1 |