The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-08-23

time, muses. the proud motherp as
she contemplates the popularity Of her
daughter. She is SO popular with
the boys that she is out every night
with some boy and doesn't get in until
after midnight. 1t is wonderful
Does her popularity cause the boys
who CALL to stay at home in the par
lor?
mo, they always take her out for
a ride
Poor old mother! Your daughter
is having grand time" Sure she
is but how?
Out every night On some lonesome
road with the car parked?'
Most of the popularity of these
days is born in promiscuous love. The
young nbertines flock where the cheap
love is the easiest.
my little girl is different" is what
you say; that is what you all say;
that is what they all think and feel
Let me tell you something. You are
not raising your girl right when you
permit her to go long auto rides into
the night. You are not giving her
| the chance she deserves. Your little
| girl is made up of the same flesh as
anybody else's little girl; your little
girl has the same emotions and i'm
pulses as anybody else's little girl, and
| Is no different from anybody else's lit
! tie girl. Every girl that drops to
| shame and degradation was once just
as sweet and innocent and as pure
minded as your little girl, the differ
ence being she wasn't given the pro-
| lection she should have been given.
| She was permitted to run at will with
any man she met in autos late at
night. That's the difference between
your little girl and the bad little girl.
They are all good to start with. They
all want to do right, everyone Of them.
And the descent is always gradual
and it always follows the long auto
rides into the night.
1t is inevitable!
am going to break up the auto
riding down darkened lanes.
am going to present the truth to
you mothers, with the full projectile
force of it's naked hideousness.
tell you only the truth. The facts
are worse than any fiction yet con-
ceived by imaginative writer's.
You may get mad with me. I don't
care. If you don't want to know what's
going on don't read this. Throw it
away. 7 am writing for those moth |
ers who want to know exactly what is |
going on.
Let me paint a picture, a real pic |
ture, and you had best frame it and |
hang it on the wall of your memory. |
1 am going to break up this night auto |
parking and you had better help me. |
The nice boy calls and sits in the |
parlor and kids you along few min |
utes and then says to the girl he has |
come for, Lets Co." The nice boy |
and your girl depart into the night.
This story refers to the habitual
night rider.
It is as true as Holy Writ.
They are barely out of sight before
his arm slips snugly around her waist
and she pulls up close to him to make
the hugging more convenient. He is
doing this unless he is positive
stick or human pill" If he is a
regular he proceeds to pull lot of
cuss words. No young man is at
fault unless he can sling 'em dirty.
The greater his assortment of exple-
tives the more he inpresses the pop
Mar Young thing with his worldliness.
TT that isn't so, I'll quit right here
They bowl around the city, maybe to
q. dance for a short while, maybe to a
salacious picture show.
And they sail out into the night. He
has a favorite spot where he generally
does his parking. If your girl is ac-
custoned to parking, there is no aFgu-
ment. If she is not, he win find some
excuse for parking. His mind has
in0 ciT10p hn sat in
the, narlor and conversed with you. He
nav have "engine trouble" or has to
"Ioolx for a flat" or is "just simply
tired of driving, and we may as well
sit here as in the parlor." Sounds rea-
sonable, doesn't it?
And they sit there.
Overhead the stars wink knowingly
at each other, and the fence posts
stand dismaI1y out in the night Ike ,
gaunt sentinels.
Fragrant hreezes to toy with the
curls that drive from her pretty fore
head and the nice boy holds her closer
in his arms. Why not? Not soul is
near and it is nice to be held tightly
oy one you love. Why not? They ;.
are doing it in the picture and no one !,
thinks wrong of it. Why not? The
story books are full of stories of girls
n the arms of the ones they love.
Why not? No one win ever know F.
He VOWS OF love that is tender and :
He whispers sweet moth :
ngs into rapt ears. He presses :
ong ten minute kiss to her lips Her
,heeks grow warm. There steals over
Ter a strange new feeling that comes
o maid when she IL alone with FL
nan ana held In his arms. He kisses i
Ter again and again-those hot warm !
;isses. Her head falls back limp in i