Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of LifeDreiser, Theodore
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Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of Life
Dreiser, Theodore
American essays -- 20th century
Not so very long since, I stopped for a little while in a town of a
hundred thousand population in the South. It was moral, religious,
conventional--in other words, American. It might as well, however, have
been in New England, the Northwest, the Southwest, the Middle West, for
any difference to be discovered in its moral texture. In this home of
chivalry, courtesy, purity and the like, erected originally on the backs
of driven slaves, a number of its most interesting points of vantage
were as usual occupied by the churches, as impressive and prosperous as
those anywhere. It had only one theater of consequence, and that open
only two nights a week, if so often. Its poorer classes were entertained
by three or four moving-picture establishments (“Passed by the National
Board of Censors”); but the well-to-do also attended these, for they had
no other place to go for amusement. Yet, in the face of the highly
censored “movies,” theater and bookstores and the absence of houses of
ill-repute (all suppressed), there were two or three “first-class”
hotels, all with their Thès Dansantes, cabaret suppers and the like, of
the character of which I propose to speak later. The most exclusive
bookstore was so very moral that it would not carry any books not
approved by the “Watch and Ward” and “Library Protection” association,
nor would the vine-covered library in the best section, although at any
time you might have gone to the principal dry-goods store and by a
roundabout process secured nearly all that you desired.
While I was in this city a twelve-year-old boy was arrested at one of
the railroad stations about two hundred yards from the principal beach
for appearing in a two-piece bathing suit. It was not asserted in the
prosecution which followed (which was vigorously defended by his father)
that a twelve-year-old boy in a two-piece bathing suit was immoral, but
a man in a one-piece one or a girl in any kind at all would be, and to
avoid the possible vitiation of public purity which might thus follow
the boy was arrested. He was discharged with a warning--but even so. You
can see how high the virtue at this city should be.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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