Oooooooooohhhhhhh! I wish my father were here to take this one on!
I guess we classify this as the Laugh of the Day?
My father was a "gay blade". Which had nothing to do with being a homosexual. He was a sharp, (then) cocky, good time Charlie, and when Prohibition was on, he gave secret knocks on doors in darkened store fronts and private homes, and visited fast women in flapper dresses, who smoked AND drank! And as my mother observed (who didn't frequent those "dens of iniquity" and therefore, converted my father to a life of virtue, "they were dangling long cigarette holders and they painted their nails red and wore red lipstick".
Scandalous! Scandalous were bare knees, fringe and stockings rolled down to their ankles. What was Dad thinking?
When she found out he was dating her and then visiting the speakeasies, she gave him up for years.
And when he decided she was worth it, he gave his drinking buddies up and settled down.
Yeah, Prohibition was a grand success - kept the politicians' pockets jingling, thanks to the mobs.