The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1921-11-07

] viii lug homo the Jackpot when
they are through.
Here is bunch. my friends. OF
high rollers, down in some palatial
| nome; all OF them dressed decollete
| Chat means their collar around
their waisD and there they have a
retlnue OF servants to wait on them
ana they are hitting the booZ3. They
are playing bridge to see who will
| rug home the cream pitcher, my
/ friends, or the diamond or a pair
/ dancing pumps or silk hose
! Say. fear that gang moro than
\ l do this bunch. III that gang ever
get their clutches on my boy that
| bunch will never get him. Here's
where they begin--here's where
| they end. Here's where they ma
| triculate-here's where they grad
uate. Here's where the devil
! punches their ticket on the last di-
vision this side OF hell. That's the
! bunchi
why call ye me Lord. Lord p"
/ There seems to be no occasion Of
| brains In many OF our society wom-
| en-. Oh, n you can join gracefully
! In the inaiiies of dinner you will
pass muster but " you happen to
be familiar with anything that the
real men In this country are doing.
and happen to show familiarity with
IL, you will be looked upon as a
frightfui bore; they will wish that
you were out oh. some OF our
women are selfish, they are piggish,
they are content, with comfortable
living quarters, good dinner. polo,
bridge, auto, fine clothes, box at
opera. They will play bridge all
night and all morning; they will go
TO a matinee I'm the afternoon. they
fuHNn kt Agl lrT hg.vs -
and then borrow 25 cents from the
hired girl TO start the gas meter.
on. many OF them are empty
shells they arc meaningless, accom-
plish nothing. The horizon OF their
lives seems TO be bounded by Wis
ions and dreams of booze and OF
fleshpots.
Like fellow out in Iowa. He
was the champion hot biscuit and
buckwhcat pancake eater In the
country hot flapjacks and sausage
with a little sage in II would disap-
pear down HE old esophagus like
flies down the throat OF an allisa-
tor. one day he undertook the
contract Of dlaposing Of large
slice OF old fashioned. hickory cured
ham and II scraped its rebellious
way down his esophagus for about
two inches and 1t lodged as tight
as a bullet in a rusty gun and he
hove and he hove, like a ship In
a storm, but 1t wouldn't move His
old eyes rolled like two buckeyes in F.,
a bowl OF clabbcr but II didn't :
move and his old trombone neck /.
heightened and shortened in turn
but It didn't bulge.
Has Plan Worked.
He got up, carcened across the 1
floor like horse with the blind ]
staEgers. but II didn't bulge. SIR 4
and then his host said 10 him
Bill, you get down on all fours," |
and he went out and got a ciapboard /
Oheyl used 20 shlngle houses with |
them when | was a boy) about that /
wide and about that long made opt |
OF hickory or oak They'd stay on !
for 90 or 30 years and 20 he went .
out and got an old-fashioned hick-
ory clapboard.
You get down on all fours and /
when / hit, you swaller."
And he wound himself up like a
golf player and he swung around
and he swatted Bill or both hem
ispheres.
He jumped up and he said, MY
Gosh! It's gone!"
So you people are being choked
to death trying to gulp down the
forbidden things OF the world. II
may take some OF the good hard
clapboard raps OF the gospel TO dis
lodge It, but l have come as your
friend TO help you and I hope
might. lest II choke out every
spark OF manhood and womanhood
In the world.
Many OF your young men will
splutter, spiurge, spend their daddy's
fortune, engage in four hours con-
veraation and never utter a sensible
sentence, spend their money on fast
women and wine, haven't brains
enough TO amuse and entertain a
playful kitten, and many of our girls
oh, they will flirt and they viii
you would kiss one OF
them you would die OF painters
collie. when a little Sissy comes in
with dress six inches above her
5hoetops a man can't look on her
with "A rig on like that and have
prayer meeting thoughts. No. sir.
Oh, the painted-faced, manicured-
tinEernailed pencil eyObrowed ,
fudge-cating, gum-chewing. rag !
time singing, little frizEle- headed
sissies that can't turn a flapjack /,
without spattering the batter all
over the kitchen--they sit down at !
'pearmint lose ~ flavor on tho bed
post over night"
Now listen to me a minute. Say. =.
think that the fool mother who !
viii allow n l6-year-old sIasy-now I
'ou hear me! think that a fool :
mother that will allow a i6-year-
Nd sissy to float around town and
ovride and hit the cabarcts till 2
''clock In the morning with coun- =
erfeit sport with weak Jaws and
weaker morals. puffy eyelids, green
'est, pair OF spats on-oh she's
opening the front door and inviting
I'm and disgrace to cross her thresh-
I'D.
IL you don't know what kind of
ompany your daughter Keeps or
what time of night she turns in and
hts the hay, | want TO tell you that
our roar when the tongues OF gos-
~ get busy will sound about as pa
hetic as the wheeze on Jews
arp.
And the fool girl who insists on
pooning with every marriageable
oung fellow OF her set ought to be
acked into the woodshed and re-
eved of her oversupply Of affec-
lon with a pair OF slippers laid on
cross both hemispheres.
I'd rather that a daughter Of
line would kiss blind hog through
barhed wire fence on Friday night