A police courtroom judge sided with Durfee, ruling: "The salutation, ‘Oh, you child! What survives immediately of the craze that one wag called "the ‘Oh, You Kid’ madness" is a cabinet full of curiosities: one-reel motion footage, studio pictures, neckties, pinback buttons, lapel pins, porcelain figurines, souvenir dishware, and hundreds of image postcards, which savored the song’s naughtiness and located fodder for lame jokes, foolish wordplay, and racial and ethnic caricatures. Deglorifying "the marriage relation" wasn’t just fun sport and huge enterprise on Tin Pan Alley. The Magistrate stated he wouldn't fantastic any man who administered the whipping." An editorial author in Arizona went further: "The man who without trigger or cause, says ‘I love my spouse, but oh you child! It brought scandal to a church in Geneva, Ill., when a prankster altered the hymnal, adding the line "but, oh, you kid! Even comedian songs had a pressure of moralism: In Armstrong & Clark’s "I Love My Wife; But, Oh, You Kid! "Use of the expression ‘I love my spouse, but, oh you child,’ greatly injures people’s morals," Crafts said. ’ at a lady on the street, despite the fact that she must be his personal wife, must be whipped.
