There used to be a chaperon into whose care a young girl could be committed; there used to be the “dance card”, or programme (still in vogue at public balls) that allotted a certain dance to a certain gentleman and lady equally.  There used to be the cotillion which, while cruel, at least committed its acts of cruelty with merciful dispatch.  When the cotillion began, the girl who had no partner—­went home.  She had to.  Now, once she has acquired a companion, he is planted beside her until another takes his place.  It is this fact and no other which is responsible for the dread that the average young girl feels in facing the ordeal of a ballroom, and for the discourteous unconcern shown by dancing men who under other conditions would be friendly.

The situation of a young girl, left cruelly alone, draws its own picture, but the reason for the callous and ill-mannered behavior of the average dancing man, may perhaps need a word of explanation.

For instance:  Jim Smartlington, when he was a senior at college, came down to the Toploftys’ ball on purpose to see Mary Smith.  Very early, before Mary arrived, he saw a Miss Blank, a girl he had met at a dinner in Providence, standing at the entrance of the room.  Following a casual impulse of friendliness he asked her to dance.  She danced badly.  No one “cut in” and they danced and danced, sat down and danced again.  Mary arrived.  Jim walked Miss Blank near the “stag” line and introduced several men, who bowed and slid out of sight with the dexterity of eels who recognized a hook.  From half-past ten until supper at half-past one, Jim was “planted.”  He was then forced to tell her he had a partner for supper, and left her at the door of the dressing-room.  There was no other place to “leave her.”  He felt like a brute and a cad, even though he had waited nearly three hours before being able to speak to the girl he had come purposely to see.

There really is something to be said on the man’s side; especially on that of one who has to get up early in the morning and who, only intending to see one or two particular friends and then go home, is forced because of an impulse of courtesy not only to spend an endless and exhausting evening, but to be utterly unfit for his work next day.

One is equally sorry for the girl!  But in the example above her stupid handling of the situation not only spoiled one well-intentioned man’s evening, but completely “finished” herself so far as her future chances for success were concerned.  Not alone her partner but every brother-stag who stood in the doorway mentally placarded her “Keep off.”  It is suicidal for a girl to make any man spend an entire evening with her.  If at the end of two dances, there is no intimate friend she can signal to, or an older lady she can insist on being left with, she should go home; and if the same thing happens several times, she should not go to balls.

For the reasons given above, there is little that a hostess or host can do, unless a promise of “release” is held out, and that in itself is a deplorable situation; a humiliation that no young girl’s name should be submitted to.  And yet there it is!  It is only necessary for a hostess to say “I want to introduce you to a charming——­” And she is already speaking to the air.