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A Letter To Mothers and Daughters
I, Ancon Noosebush, will endeavor to make a full confession of my life, which I hope will in some way help some mother's girl who might be led off the right road by cultivating habits which are detrimental to humanity. I hope someone will read this and show this to mothers who are in the same way slacking up on their duty they owe to their children, to themselves and to their God "who gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."
I'll say my first step downward was in the big theater in El Paso, Texas, which is my birth town. I lived there eighteen years until picture shows led to public dances, which are the very slide of white slavery or the very door to hell itself. I met Rev‹‹‹ who had filled a preacher's pulpit for the ‹‹‹church for some three years, but he would attend public dances and with all his strength and mind pull young girls down, and succeeded in pulling me and two of my sisters down in this way. He told us if we wanted to have the good time of our lives to go to Silver City, where we could have some privileges of enjoying life. Mabel Noosebush, who was my eldest sister, at home at that time, told me we could pretend to go to school up there at Silver City, and take in the town. We suggested it to Mother by telling her that Rev‹‹‹ would accompany us, as he was going to Silver City to preach. He went every second Sunday of each month. Mother believed us and worked very hard to get us ready for school, as she thought.
So we went, and this man I've spoken of, disappeared, and we fell into bad company as all girls do when they go to a city alone. My sister Mabel said that our father would punish us if he found it out. So we went on until our school matron expelled us. We went further west and came in contact with drummers who are at all times out for a good time whether married or not, and sold our souls until our lives are now become a perfect wreck as well as our health. Now I have been informed of my sister's death after attending mother's funeral at El Paso, Texas. The Lord saw fit to take things in hand and I am now bedfast on account of being used brutally in the vice district for some three years. If the Lord lets me live long enough I'll do my best to expose all such evils as picture shows and public dances. On attending a dance at Douglas, Arizona. I saw a young man who claimed to be a doctor. He introduced himself to my youngest sister. After dancing awhile he asked her to come out in the hall with him, as he had to have a little air, as his heart was just a little weak. Being out of my sight some fifteen or twenty minutes, I went to search for her. I couldn't find what had become of her until a man at the last of the dance said, "Who was the young girl who fainted in the hall?" I asked him about her and to my surprise found out that the supposed young doctor had struck her with a poisoned needle which seems to be the means of capturing many a girl for white slavery use. This is one reason I say picture shows, suppers, parties, and dances are the very door to hell itself.
Oh, readers, please wake up to the fact that all mankind of today is so worldly that even the ones who are the most trusted in some cases are the ones most deceitful. I hope this will make an impression on all mothers and fathers that may chance to read it. 'The responsibility rests wholly on them to look after their children and not risk even their best friends to look after them. To fail may be to lose them eternally. If all the so-called Christians were doing their duty to themselves and to God, there would not be so much of the sinful traffic I've just spoken of. Some three months ago I was aroused in my conscience to write some things that have happened in my short life. I say short because I am now nineteen years old and feel that my time is almost here, as my health has become a perfect wreck. The doctors of this town tell me I cannot live very long. My life means nothing to me only eternal damnation if God does not accept me shortly. I plead again with the Christian people to get around to their duty for there are hundreds of girls sliding into he]l every day for lack of a mother's care. Try and do something to stop strong drink and picture shows and public dances. If all people could see and realize the danger of these damnable things as I've been made to see them they would pray without ceasing. Being much in pain, I will rest for awhile, hoping to finish later.
NOTE‹A policeman who had been the means of God's hands of getting letters to Ancon from Christian friends succeeded in getting her away from the house of vice and giving her into the care of the Salvation Army of Pueblo Colorado. This testimony was written by a girl who recently died. The Salvation Army People witnessed her death. He asked them to sing some time before she died: "How Sweet It Is to Know" The girls from the vice district who attended her funeral were greatly touched and there are three saved today. The beginning of this was the prevailing efforts and prayers of a Christian worker who became interested in Ancon's sister, Mabel before she died and led her to Jesus. A word from the policeman says: "How happy my soul is! Tell the people in Denver that I'll be there soon to tell them of a Saviour who can save from sin." ‹Selected
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