Richmond daily register. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1917-1978, 1922-06-13
Richmond Daily Register Comfy KY

The parlOf and KIDS you along 4
few minutes and then says to the
girl he has come for. Lets go"
The nice boy and your girl de-
part into the night.
This story refers to the habit
.iai night rider.
It is as true as Holy Writ.
They are barely out of sight
be;ofe his arm slips snugly down
around her, waist and she pulls
up ciose to him to make the hug
e-ing more convenient. He il
dcing this unless he is a positive
stick" or human pill" If he
is regular he proceeds to pull
a lot of euss words. No young
ilal is All fait Unless he cen
sling 'em dirty. The greater his
aSsof tment of explosives tie
more lie inpresses the popular
young thing with his worldliness.
if that isn't SO / will quit
right here.
They bowl around the CITY,
n'aybe to a dance for short
While. maybe to a salacious pic
turc show.
And they sail out into the night
E!c has a favcrite spot where he
generally does his parking. If
your girl is accustomed to park
in.. there is no argument. Ii
she is not, ne will find some cx-
ctise TO park. His mind has been
Oh nothing else since he sat in
tic Earlor and conversed with
you. He may have engine
trouble" or has to '1ook TO: a
fiat or is ''jrst simply tired Of
driving and we may as we'll ST
here rs in the narlor." Sounds
| reasonable, doesn't it?
Md they sit there.
Overhead the stars wink kn0v,
irgiv at each other, and the fence
posts stand dismally otIt in the
| night like gaunt sentinels.
Nagrant breezes toy with the
ci:ris that dive from her pretty
f 5rehaad, and the nice boy holds
| her closer in his arms. WHY
f:nt?? They are alone in the dark
ness. Not soul is near, and il
is nice to be held tightly by tie
one you love. Why not? They
arc doing it in the pictures and
no one thinks wrong of that
Why Tot? The story books arc
full Of stories of girls in the
arms IS the ones they love
Whv not? No one will ever
know.
He lows of love that is zen
der and enduring. He whispers
sweet nothings into rapt ears
He presses a long ten-minute
kiss to her lips. Her cheeks
| grow warm. There steals oyer
her a strange new feeling tha1
c. mes to maid when she /:
| alone with man and held i'll bis
arms. He kisses her again ans
again those hot, warm kisses
| iIcr bead falls back limp in n:
3arms-that is your little girl ant
the nee boy who just left you'
| home.
That is as true a picture o
the sirl who habitually eoe!
night riding down shady lanes IL
(1cd himself can draw it.
! 1t isn't exaggerated one bit
One single bit, and every CIR
! who has been out that wav, i,
size were frank, would say it Il
true as Holy Writ.
| ! c::dnt' go as far with my
sscfy as that couple will go j
those tides are permitted to cor
tinuc. \;
Where was your little CIR
last ,ligit?
"NNty my girl was at dance
| Sure she, was there for a wh'it
"My girl wouldn't do such {
thing Is that"
That is what they all say, but
nightly thousands of cars are o..t
there ON the public roads park
| ed with the lights out. Sonic
body's little girl is out there
wrapped in somebody's arms.
Where was your little girl?
Don't go to making alibis,
Just ask yourself if you really
knew where she was.
Just reason with yourself a
little while.
I am talking about the habit
ual night riders.
WHERE WAS YOUR LIT.
TIE GIRL LAST NIGHT?
Was she in the vast army Ct
parked automobiles that fiecE