{"id":896,"date":"2019-03-27T03:19:55","date_gmt":"2019-03-27T03:19:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sportsnewsforyou.com\/?p=896"},"modified":"2019-03-27T03:19:55","modified_gmt":"2019-03-27T03:19:55","slug":"how-america-is-falling-to-pieces-around-us-1928-version","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/googmn.com\/?p=896","title":{"rendered":"How America Is Falling To Pieces Around Us: 1928 Version"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>The following is an excerpt from &#8220;The World Does Move,&#8221; from July 7, 1928 [PDF]. The author is listening to a judge&#8217;s outrage at the state of the nation&#8217;s youth.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ve been going to the same barber shop for fourteen years,&#8221; he said harshly, as I sat down. &#8220;I went to it for the last time today. I took off my coat and necktie the way I always do, and then I noticed there were three women sitting there in the waiting chairs and looking at me as if I&#8217;d committed a crime. Mad at me for taking off my coat and collar in a place where they had no right to be themselves! I thought probably they were them to solicit for a charity or something; but just then old George called &#8216;Next!&#8217; And my soul, if one of those women didn&#8217;t get right up and march to the chair and sit down in it !<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That wasn&#8217;t the worst of it. The person that had just got out of the chair <em>was<\/em> wearing boots and breeches, but it wasn&#8217;t a man. It was a girl\u2014one that had been a nice-looking girl, too, until she sat down in that chair and had three feet of beautiful thick brown hair out off. She was my own daughter, Julie, nineteen years old. I didn&#8217;t my a word to her\u2014not then; I just looked at her. Then I told old George I guessed his shop was getting to be too co-educational for me and I put on my things and went out. I&#8217;ll never set foot in the place again!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where will you get your hair cut, judge?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I guess we&#8217;d better learn to cut our own hair, we men,&#8221; he mid bitterly. &#8220;There really isn&#8217;t any place left nowadays where we can go to get by ourselves. Coming home from Washington the other day, I was in the Pullman smoker\u2014what they call the club car \u2014 and I&#8217;ll eat my shirt if four women didn&#8217;t come in there and light cigarettes and sit down to play bridge!<\/p>\n<p>Never turned a hair\u2014didn&#8217;t have any hair long enough to turn, for that matter. They won&#8217;t let us keep a club car, or any kind of club, to ourselves nowadays;<\/p>\n<p>they got to have anyway half of it.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I said when we let &#8217;em into the polling booth they&#8217;d never be contented with that, and I was right. Remember all the <em>fuss <\/em>they made about their right to vote? Well, they&#8217;ve proved they didn&#8217;t care about that at all, because more than half the very women that made the fuss don&#8217;t bother to vote, now they know they can. They just wanted to show as we couldn&#8217;t have anything On earth to ourselves. They haven&#8217;t left as one single refuge.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It used to be a man could at least go hang around a livery stable when he felt lonesome for his kind; but now there aren&#8217;t any more livery stable. He can&#8217;t go to a saloon; there aren&#8217;t any more saloons. [Written in 1929, nearly a decade into Prohibition] Once he could go sit in a hotel lobby, because that was a he place; nowadays hotel lobbies are full of women sitting there all day. When I studied law there weren&#8217;t three women in all the offices downtown; now you can&#8217;t find an office without a bob-haired stenographer in it, and there are dozens of women got their own offices\u2014every kind of offices.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s another thing I&#8217;ve been having it out with Julie about. She&#8217;s not only cut off her hair; she wants to go into business as soon as she finds out what kind she&#8217;d enjoy most. She&#8217;s like the rest\u2014the one thing that gives her the horrors is the idea of staying home.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s become of the old home life in this country anyhow? Everybody seems to have to be going somewhere every minute. There&#8217;s the car in the garage: it&#8217;ll take us anywhere\u2014let&#8217;s go! &#8216;Let&#8217;s go&#8217; is the unceasing national cry.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I understand there&#8217;s a great deal of what they&#8217;ve now invented a horrible new word for\u2014&#8217;necking&#8217; \u2014 while they&#8217;re on the road between parties and movies and end-of-the-night breakfasts. But it&#8217;s always, &#8216;Let&#8217;s go\u2014let&#8217;s go anywhere except home!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He paused for a moment, while his bushy gray eyebrows were contorted in a frown of distressed perplexity: then he looked at me almost with pathos and speaking slowly, asked a question evidently sincere: &#8220;Does it ever seem to you, nowadays, that maybe we&#8217;re all\u2014all of us, young people and old people both\u2014that maybe we&#8217;re all crazy?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Read the full story, &#8220;The World Does Move,&#8221; from July 7, 1928 [PDF].<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The following is an excerpt from &#8220;The World Does Move,&#8221; from July 7, 1928 [PDF]. 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