On Self-Defense, by a character of F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Yes mam, if necessary. Look here, you take a girl and she goes into some cafe where she's got no business to go. Well, then, her escort he gets a little too much to drink an' he goes to sleep an' then some fella comes up and says, 'Hello sweet mamma,' or whatever one of those mashers says up here. What does she do? She can't scream, on account of no real lady will scream nowadays-no- she just reaches down in her pocket and slips her fingers into a pair of Powell's defensive brass-knuckles, debutante's size, executes what I call the Society Hook, and Wham! that big fella's on his way to the cellar."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald