The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1922-08-19


and I'll split it with you." or "S'long.
See you in church." Then Bob would
break in: We'll. Charley, why does
chicken cross the street," and
Charley would reply: Because AIS on
the other SIDE"
Very soon the music started, and
MA" was being played beautifully.
AL quickly shouted, $50 this is South
Amboy!" The couples took their
places, and the great indoor sport was
in progress. Most of our favorite
group started to dance at once, but
AL and Bob stood looking them over"
AS the others breezed by, "Howdy,
Charley! Who's your friend?" "Lo.
Agnes; oh, what know about you!"
Hey, Tom, don't be robbing the era
dle," etc. Then some snappy COM
ments on the different girls were in
order; how they dressed, how their
partners looked, how they carried
themselves. and perhaps few spicy
ones that would convulse Bob.
Meanwhile, having surveyed the field
for something new and young, with
pep" the two noted the presence of
couple of new James dancing to-
gether, whom they had not noticed be-
fore. They were couple of mere kids
who had made use of sisters rouge
and pencil; had skirts up to their
knees, silk transparent stockings,
short sleeves and were nifty" dane
ers.
AL, assisted by Bob, broke up the
pair, and they danced with the two
tneophytes. Unlike a gentleman, Al
fred clasped his partner, Virginia,
tightly; unanswered in a most sug-
gestive manner, and due to the alb
sence of a floor manager was permit
ted to employ the cheek-to-cheek, and
toddle in shameful fashion. Of course,
Virginia was thrilled. She was one
of those girls good at heart, but woe
fully ignorant of the familiar and Sc
| ductive nature of parasites.
She had been told at school that
sensual attire was an invitation to
familiarity; that she should never be
| friendly with any boy unless she had
should know something of his char
| acter, but ''the Sisters, oh, they're
| not up-to-date; they don't want you
to have any fun Virginia was sure.
| ly thrilled. Her friend was so grace
| full; he was such wonderful dancer,
everyone is looking at u.s." and then
| she had that innocent feeling, that
pure sentiment-she was enamored.
To put it briefly, she thought she
was dancing with Wall Street bro.
ker instead of cigarette coupon, and
| judging from his conversation, she
thought she had an intellectual giant
with her, little thinking that his
brains would not bring two cents a
pound-for soap grease.
The music stopped and Alfred pour
ed a lot of cheap nonsense into the
ears of his attractive but foolish part
ner, and all about himself. He would
take her here and there; she was a
wonderful girl. He might even bring
the 'car" around.
You can surmise the rest of the
story. Another heart was broken, a
character was despoiled, home up
set. Virginia, the poor little fool!
And Virginia's parents, poor, big
fools, responsible to God for their
neglect!
Last week, a probation officer out
lined this case as one of hundreds
which are happening every day. The
moral is simple: Intelligent Catholic
parents do not leave all the respon-
sibility to the school or church; they
believe in proper amusement and rec
reation; they do not give keys to mere
children and permit them to go to
dances unchaperoned; they see that
their children are not attired in man
ner to give an invitation to some un-
principled he-vamp; in fact, they want
to meet those with whom their chill
dren travel