The Philadelphia Inquirer, Pennsylvania, August 30, 1908

The moment your camera is spotted, conversation languishes, and men draw themselves up proudly, and assume majestic frowns, while women start anxiously, and twitch their dresses. Should you gratify human vanity by taking a snapshot of the group, your performance is greeted everywhere with a muttered chorus of “What cheek!”

Should you linger near the bathhouses, irate husbands and lovers rush truculently at you, and order you to depart instantly.