The first big step on the road to the depths of deg-ra-day– I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon then beer from a bottle! An’ the next thing ya know your son is playin’ for money in a pinch-back suit and list’nin to some big out-a-town jasper hearin’ him tell about horse-race gamblin’ not a wholesome trottin’ race, no! But a race where they set down right on the horse! Like to see some stuck-up jockey boy Settin’ on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil? Well, I should say and all week long your River City youth’ll be fritterin’ away I say your young men’ll be fritterin’! Fritterin’ away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!

Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes on while they’re loafin’ around that Hall? They be tryin’ out Bevo, tryin’ out cubebs tryin’ out tailor mades like cigarette fiends! And braggin’ all about how they’re gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen. One fine night, they leave the pool hall headin’ for the dance at the Arm’ry! Libertine men and Scarlet women! And Rag-time, shameless music that’ll grab your son, your daughter with the arms of a jungle animal instinct! Mass-staria! Friends, the idle brain is the devil’s playground!