You grant men liberties on the ball room floor that if any man attempted
in your home and your husband found you at it, he would have no trouble
in securing a divorce, and if he shot the man, no jury in the world would
convict him for it.
If I found any man hugging Mrs. Sunday as a man does in a dance, I’d clear
for action like a battleship, and give him HIS.
Where do you find your most accomplished dancers? In the brothels.
When a girl gets so low that she’ll smoke and drink, she is on the
toboggan slide and going to hell fast.
And you fellows like to “sit out” a dance. I always did think it was a
foolish proposition to gallop a mile to get a hug.
The round and square dances look alike to me. It doesn’t take very long to
cut the corners off.
There was a time in America when the stately cotillion seemed to satisfy,
but it is too slow now for the hot blood of the Twentieth Century. The
young people must have something that will chase hurdles through their
veins.