The first game of the gambler was just a social game.

And three-fourths of the outcasts had a man's arm about them for the
first time when they were young girls at a social dance.

There are in San Francisco 2,500 abandoned women. Prof. La Floris says:
"I can safely say that three-fourths of these women were led to their
downfall through the influence of dancing."

The lot of a Negress in the equatorial forest is not, perhaps, a very
happy one, but it is not much worse than that of many a pretty orphan
girl in our Christian land.

We talk of the brutalities of the dark, dark ages, and profess to
shudder as we read in books of the shameful practices of those times,
and yet, here beneath our very eyes, in our ball-rooms and theatres and
in many other places, the same hideous abuse, which must be nameless
here, flourishes unchecked:

A young penniless girl, if she be pretty, is often haunted from pillar
to post by her employer, and if he fails to get her to submit to his
diabolical solicitations outside of the ball room, he will manage to get
her to attend a dancing school, where he has the _right_ to encircle her
with his arms and press her to himself until she is inflamed with
passion. She hears in the ball room no warning voice, finds no helping
hand to guide her in the path of virtue. The only helping hands there
are those of which Byron wrote,

"Hands which may freely range in public sight
Were ne'er before--"