The dance is the hotbed of iniquity, and I denounce it as the rottenest,
most hellish, vice-producing institution that ever wriggled from the
depths of perdition.
The dance is simply a hugging match set to music.
Dancing is not an innocent amusement. It has caused the downfall of more
girls than anything else.
Three-fourths of the fallen women in big cities, fell because of the dance.
You’d just as soon husk corn by moonlight as to dance with your own wife.
It’s the other fellow’s wife, some other fellow’s sister that you want to
dance with.
A man will wallow and get so low he’ll have to climb a hill to get into
hell, then make a bluff at reforming and society takes him in. Then at the
dance he’ll breathe promises into the ears of some innocent young girl,
gain her confidence and then ruin her.
You say you need exercise and that’s why you dance. All right, then, let
women dance with women, and men with men.
The dance brings vice and virtue into such close contact that virtue loses.
Any church that encourages dancing is too low down to deserve the name of
church.
If there are variations of hell, the dancer will crack brimstone in the
hottest spot.
If there was nothing but card players and dancers in the church, how it
would stink and rot!