Get someone to take you to some part of the city where you will see the drug slaves shivering and burning and beating their heads against the wall and crying upon their Maker for deliverance from the agony of their flesh, and the degradation of their spirits … give one look at them, or at even one of them, listen to one story of heartbreak and discouragement and despair brought on by the curse of dope—and I don’t believe you will think that any work is too hard, any program too difficult,—if there is the least hope of getting this frightful menace of dope addiction under some kind of reasonable control.