One of the most pathetic sights in the public dance halls of Chicago is the number of young men, obviously honest young fellows from the country, who stand about vainly hoping to make the acquaintance of some “nice girl.”  They look eagerly up and down the rows of girls, many of whom are drawn to the hall by the same keen desire for pleasure and social intercourse which the lonely young men themselves feel.

One Sunday night at twelve o’clock I had occasion to go into a large public dance hall.  As I was standing by the rail looking for the girl I had come to find, a young man approached me and quite simply asked me to introduce him to some “nice girl,” saying that he did not know any one there.  On my replying that a public dance hall was not the best place in which to look for a nice girl, he said:  “But I don’t know any other place where there is a chance to meet any kind of a girl.  I’m awfully lonesome since I came to Chicago.”  And then he added rather defiantly:  “Some nice girls do come here!  It’s one of the best halls in town.”  He was voicing the “bitter loneliness” that many city men remember to have experienced during the first years after they had “come up to town.”  Occasionally the right sort of man and girl meet each other in these dance halls and the romance with such a tawdry beginning ends happily and respectably.  But, unfortunately, mingled with the respectable young men seeking to form the acquaintance of young women through the only channel which is available to them, are many young fellows of evil purpose, and among the girls who have left their lonely boarding houses or rigid homes for a “little fling” are likewise women who openly desire to make money from the young men whom they meet, and back of it all is the desire to profit by the sale of intoxicating and “doctored” drinks.

Perhaps never before have the pleasures of the young and mature become so definitely separated as in the modern city.  The public dance halls filled with frivolous and irresponsible young people in a feverish search for pleasure, are but a sorry substitute for the old dances on the village green in which all of the older people of the village participated.  Chaperonage was not then a social duty but natural and inevitable, and the whole courtship period was guarded by the conventions and restraint which were taken as a matter of course and had developed through years of publicity and simple propriety.

The only marvel is that the stupid attempt to put the fine old wine of traditional country life into the new bottles of the modern town does not lead to disaster oftener than it does, and that the wine so long remains pure and sparkling.