"I doubt if there is a solitary man in this audience—a married man—who has not had premarital intercourse with women."
All the while I kept my eye on Professor Wilton, who sat near me, in the row ahead ... he was flushing furiously in angry, puritanic dissent ... and I knew him well enough to foresee a forthcoming outburst of protest.
"Yes, I think I can safely say that there is not one married man here who can honestly claim that he came to his wife with that same physical 'purity' which he required of her."
Wilton leaped to his feet in a fury ... the good, simple soul. He was so indignant that the few white hairs on his head worked up sizzling with his emotion....
"Here's one!" he shouted, forgetting in his earnest anger the assembled audience, most of whom knew him.
There followed such an uproar of merriment as I have never seen the like before nor since. The students, of course, howled with indescribable joy ... Emma Silverman choked with laughter. Jack Leitman rolled over the side table on which he had set the books to sell as the crowd passed out—
After the deafening cries, cat-calls and uproars, Emma grew serious.
"I don't know who you are," she cried to Professor Wilton, "but I'll take chances in telling you that you're a liar!"
Again Wilton was on his feet in angry protest.
"Shame on you, woman! have you no shame!" he shouted.