The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-08-09

Honey man, i sign LOT you,
With my lips to yours, could die
for you"
Or:
Wat till I get you alone in the da-k
In nice little, shady little, corner
of the park.
Yes; that's your daughter, the lit
tie girl who such a short while back
sat on your knee Juggling at your mus
tache or searching your pockets for
chocolates. How much of that sen
sational doggerel does she under
stand? Perhaps she is only charmed
by the Tilt of the rollicking tune that
has set even your feet going. You
are not sure, but you know that
when she has gone to bed you'll con-
fiscate the song and burn It.
No good, Mr.. Father. Her music
cabinet Is filled with more of the
same sort, and II you burn the lot
she'll hear the songs wherever she
goes along that sheltered path you
are strewing with roses for her.
BY this time you have worked
yourself up into a fine moral frenzy.
You are just waiting for your wife
to come home. You mean to tell her
what you think of the way she has
brought up her daughter. Don't!
Just stop and realize that the girl
Is your daughter too. You are half
way responsible for her rearing as
well as for her existence. And partic-
ularly are you responsible for what
she knows or does not know of that
phase of life which was probably an
open book to you before you ever
met and knew her mother. Your wife,
thanks to her parents and to you,
has led the sheltered life. You have
proudly felt that you have screened
her from a lot of knowledge that
would do her no good. Blind, ador-
ing mother that she Is, she honestly
believes that times are changing and
that her daughter must change with
{. Sometimes she is a bit shocked
at what her daughter says, but she
is assured by glib speakers before
her club that the modern girl does
not shy at the word sex.
A generation of speakers and teach
ers have drummed into mothers head
that the child is an individual and
must not be suppressed. The indi-
vldual nature must be permitted to
expand along its individual lines.
Society in the form of the school,
the club. the institutional church, not
mother, has played the more import
ant part in molding your daughters
character, and now in this late day
mother is awakening to the fact that
the hand which rocked her child's
cradle should have led that child out
into the world. Truly the modern
child does not cling to mothers hand
nor heed mothers old fashioned warn
ings. The modern girl has been
taught that she is capable or judg
ing her own conduct. She has nei-
Their reverence nor respect for exper-
fence and age.
If, after you have read this chat,
you talk to your daughter, she will
tell you that you are years behind
the times. Girls have been taught 10
think and act for themselves. And
get you and ! and every other man
know that not one girl In ten thous-
and should be trusted with latch
key. slit skirt, a peek-a-boo wais.
and the right to choose her own read
ing matter and amusements. I'm not
so sure whether the liberty Of our
daughters, now closely verging toward
license, is due to girlish spirit and
independence or to paternal lethargy.
We have been too busy with our per-
sonal ambitions, the task or making
good in the business world, to argue
with and really protect our girls We
have trusted too much to our wives
and our daughters. We have not used
our knowledge of the world in gen
eral, and our own sex in particular,
to hedge our daughters round with
the safeguards we might have pro-
vided.
It's time we fathers woke up. II
you don't believe, this, II you tn nix
that the ditor of Pictorial Review Is
pessimist and croaker, stop read.
ing your paper on your trolley trips
and listen to what the young people
around you are discussing. Linger
in the back of moving picture houses
near soda fountains and postal card
booths or in the shadowy corners OF
your village streets where young folks
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