«Pitching, tearing, plunging onward like a runaway train, Humanity is crashing toward the black brink of disaster! Humanity drenched in wine-steeped in sin-heeding not the ultimate reckoning! A scathing rebuke to the motley army of jazz babies-good guys-sweet mammas-hot doggies-and all the rest of the steaming array that masquerades in the fair name of Goodfellowship! A stupendous appeal for better-ordered lives-for less jazz and more faith and understanding between husbands and wives! (Print Ad-Troy Times, ((Troy, NY)) 24 May 1924)»