A friend of mine who edits one of the more successful magazines tells me there are at least half a dozen writers who are paid guaranteed salaries of from twelve thousand dollars to eighteen thousand dollars a year for turning out each month from five thousand to ten thousand words of what is euphemistically termed “hot stuff.”  An erotic writer can earn yearly at the present time more than the salary of the president of the United States.  What the physical result of all this is going to be does not seem to me to matter much.  If the words of Jesus Christ have any significance we are already debased by our imaginations.

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We are dangerously near an epoch of intellectual if not carnal debauchery.  The prevailing tendency on the part of the young girls of to-day to imitate the dress and makeup of the Parisian cocotte is unconsciously due to this general lowering of the social moral tone.  Young women in good society seem to feel that they must enter into open competition with their less fortunate sisters.  And in this struggle for survival they are apparently determined to yield no advantage.  Herein lies the popularity of the hobble skirt, the transparent fabric that hides nothing and follows the move of every muscle, and the otherwise senseless peculiarities and indecencies of the more extreme of the present fashions.

And here, too, is to be found the reason for the popularity of the current style of dancing, which offers no real attraction except the opportunity for a closeness of contact otherwise not permissible.

“It’s all in the way it is done,” says Mrs. Jones, making the customary defense.  “The tango and the turkey trot can be danced as unobjectionably as the waltz.”

Exactly!  Only the waltz is not danced that way; and if it were the offending couple would probably be put off the floor.  Moreover, their origin and history demonstrates their essentially vicious character.  Is there any sensible reason why one’s daughter should be encouraged to imitate the dances of the Apache and the negro debauchee?  Perhaps, after all, the pendulum has merely swung just a little too far and is knocking against the case.  The feet of modern progress cannot be hampered by too much of the dead underbrush of convention.

The old-fashioned prudery that in former days practically prevented rational conversation between men and women is fortunately a thing of the past, and the fact that it is no longer regarded as unbecoming for women to take an interest in all the vital problems of the day—­municipal, political and hygienic—­provided they can assist in their solution, marks several milestones on the highroad of advance.