Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Camp Followers


A brief synopsis on prostititution during the founding days of the U.S. of A, http://www.slate.com/id/2212640/.




The oldest profession is pretty damn old. Most would say that the laws against it are entirely justified and I shudder thinking about the awful lives of prostitutes. Others say it addresses a fundamental demand--we all know the score here. I do know a guy who played college ball in Texas during the early 1950s who signed to play after his college season was completed in a summer semi-pro league and was assigned to the La Grange team. He and the other players showed up and essentially had nothing to do but play ball and collect $200 a month for doing it. Lots of time on their hands. That meant a prompt visit from the legendary Sheriff Jim who immediately rounded them up and took them on a field trip to that little shack outside La Grange--you know the one I'm talking about. Sheriff Jim politely and forcefully explained that while they were in his fair city they would leave the local girls alone and restrict any and all carnal activities to the fair maidens of the Chicken Ranch. As I recall his telling, the cost for a straight ahead romp was four (4) dollars. Essentially he concluded, "you couldn't afford NOT to go at least once a day." Man, oh, man.

1 comment:

Glenn Gunn said...

I used to work with guy who spent his early years as an NFL lineman. Not tall, but wide. Think about pulling open a heavy door and how most mortals need to add some body language to do it. He had enough ballast to open using only the movement of his arms.

At any rate, he claimed that NFL lineman often partook of the professional civilities. Standard procedure at commencement of the affair: masturbate furiously. "I'm not giving a $1,000 whore the easy one."