But that isn't all.

It gets into their young intestines, God bless 'em, and makes you pasteurize all they eat.

It gets into their nerves and tears 'em up, and your only chance to save 'em is school--not a common school but a 'simple' school, tuition four hundred dollars a year.

And you hire a dancing teacher besides--I mean a rhythm teacher--and let 'em shake it out of their feet.

And after that you buy 'em clothes--not fluffy clothes, but 'simple' clothes, the kind which always cost the most.