--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Bennett, Fred L. W. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 23 number: 11 published: 1920-09 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Bennett, Fred L. W., "The Ethics of Tobacco Prohibition," *Improvement Era* 23, no. 11 (September 1920): 984.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera23011unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera23011unse start_page: 984 end_page: 984 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1920-09) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera23011unse publication_year: 1920 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1920, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # The Ethics of Tobacco Prohibition 988 IMPROVEMENT ERA lowing morning, little fuzzy things, with big heads and wide open mouths. The male bird was busily pursuing butter-flies and grass-hoppers. He was the head of a family now and must provide for it. There was no more singing during the day, but when night came he sang more joyously than ever, happy that there was work to do for those he loved. As they fished down the creek that morning the dogs, as usual, were interested spectators, watching every cast, and man- "A suggestion for the pencil of an artist or the pen of a poet." ifesting as much pleasure when a trout was landed as the anglers themselves. On a spot of open ground Fleete suddenly stopped and turned toward a small bush which grew among the grass. She pointed, approached, and retreated as if in doubt, then moved forward again and carefully extended her paw. The act was fatal. Like a flash a dark body shot out from the bush, and the fangs of a rattlesnake were fastened in her foot. With a cry of pain and fear, as if thoroughly comprehending the danger, she limped away. Such simple remedies as were available were applied, but without effect. In half an hour she was dead. A grave was dug at the foot of a pine-tree, near camp, and the dog buried. A mound of large stones was formed, and on one side of the tree, which was blazed, the word Fleete was