"I would like to relate an incident that occurred on the approach of my youngest daughter's eighth birthday," the correspondent said. "Upon my inquiring of the innocent what she desired as a gift for the impending celebration, she looked at me with grave, ingenuous blue eyes and said, 'Mother, what I would like most is to see the ratification of Prohibition.' Think what sorrow was mine to be compelled to inform her that we must await the pleasure of our legislators before this blessing can be ours! It is apparent to the most obtuse that even the babes in arms are alive to the necessity of the reform of our civilization. How much longer must they live in fear of the drunkard and his madness? For our children's sake, we must drive Rum from our shores."
Mother sighed. "Have you ever heard a more touching story?" she asked.
Bestefar shook his head. "I think any child who says she wants Prohibition for her birthday will probably steal as well as lie."
Mother's cheeks flamed. "What a wicked thing to say!"Bestefar was right, of course. However, the trick doesn't only work on parents longing for the reform of our civilization; it can work on parents of the defenders, too.