Hickory daily record., 1922-11-07

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 little girl. Every girl that drops
to shame and degradation was once
Just as sweet and innocent and as
pure minded as your little girl. She
was permitted to run at. will with any
man she met in autos late at night.
That's the difference between YOUR
good little girl and bad little
girl. They are all good to start with.
They all want to do right. every one
Of them. The descent is always
gradual and always follows the long
auto rides into the night.
am going to present the truth to
YOU mothers, with the full projectilc
force Of it's naked hideousness.
I tell you only the truth. The
facts are worse than any fiction yet
conceived by imaginative writer's.
You may get mad with me. l don't
care. If you don't want to know
what's going on don't read this.
Throw it away. I am writing for
those mothers who want to know ex-
actly what is going on.
Let me paint picture real pic
ture, and you had best frame 1t and
hang it on the wall Of your memory.
The nice boy calls and sits in the
parlor and kids YOU along a few min
utes, and then he says to the girl he
has come for, "Let,s go" The nice
hov and your girl depart into the
night.
This story refers to the habitual
night-rider.
" is true as Holy Writ.
They are barely out of sight be-
fore his arm slips snugly around her
waist and she pulls up close to him
to make the huggerv more conve-
nient. He is doing this unless he is
positive stick" or "human pill"
yf he is a regular he proceeds to pull
4 lot Of cuss words. No young man
g au fait unless he can sling 'em
-lirtv The greater his assortment OF
rxpletives the more he impresses the
>c,n1ar young thing with his world
'innss.
IF that isn't so I'll quit right here.
They bowl around the citv, maybe
70 dance for a short while, maybe
TO salacious picture show.
And thev sail out into the night.
TIE has favorite spot where he gen
rally does his parking. IF your girl
is accustomed to marking there is no
argument. If she is not he will find
-or'n excuse for parking. His mind
has been on nothing else since he sat
n the par1or and conversed with YOU.
Tie NAV have 'engine trouble" or
has to "look for flat" or is "just
-implv tired of driving. and we NAV
as we'll sit here as in the narlor."
Sounds reasonable. dosen't it?
And they sit there.
Overheard the stars wink knowing
lv at each other, and the fence posts
stand d''smally out fin the might,
gaunt sentinels.
Fraerant hreezes toy with the c'1rls
that drive from her nrettv forehead
md the nice boy holds her closer in
his arms. Why not? Not q soul is
near and it is nice to be held tightly
by one YOU love. Why not? They
are doing it in the pictures and no
one thinks wrong of that. Whv not
They story books are full of stories of
cirls in the arms of the ones they
love. Why not? No one will ever
know.
He vows of love that is tender
and enduring. He whispers sweet
nothings into rapt ears. He presses
n long ten-minute kiss to her lips.
Her cheeks grow warm. There steals
over her strange new feeling that
comes to a maid when she is alone
with a man, and held in his arms.
He kisses her again and again those
hot, warm kisses. Her head falls back
limp in his arms-that is your little
girl and the nice boy who just left
your home.
This is true picture Of the girl
who habitually goes n;ght-riding
down shady lanes as God Himself can
draw it.
didn't go as far with my story as
that couple could go if those rides
are permitted.
Where was your little girl last
"Whv, nv little girl was at
dance"
Sure, she was there for while.
& "My girl wouldn't do such a thing
as that"
That is what they all say but
nightly thousands of cars are out
there on the public roads parked,
with the lights out. Somebody's lit
tie girl is out there wrapped in some
bOv's arms Where was YOUR little