The Great Table Etiquette Debate
An editorial scrap between the Intelligencer and the Post-Intelligencer over whether eating with a knife is a sign of 'vulgar' breeding.
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In this country, where merit is the only basis of aristocracy, conformity to established customs is deemed an essential mark of good breeding. Every parent regards it as the highest duty to instruct his or her children in the amenities of social intercourse. A vulgar teacher is a social pestilence. The most offensive of that class is the editor who holds no position in respectable society but by virtue of his vocation, and betrays his base birth by assailing those customs taught to their children by all mothers of gentle instincts. Of that quality of boorish impudence we have the following specimen in the Intelligencer: 'Eating with a knife is certainly easier and more natural than eating with a fork.' Society establishes rules and customs which distinguish the civilized being from the savage, and every gentleman and lady observe those rules. Tommy Prosch has an undoubted right to lick his knife when he eats, but when, as the publisher of a family newspaper he advises our children to disregard the instructions of their mothers in the matter of social proprieties, we protest.
“Tommy Prosch has an undoubted right to lick his knife when he eats... but when, as the publisher of a family newspaper he advises our children to disregard the instructions of their mothers... we protest.”
This reflects the 19th-century obsession with 'gentle breeding' as a tool of social hierarchy, where public etiquette served as a gatekeeping mechanism against perceived 'vulgarity'—a precursor to modern social media call-out culture where minor lapses in decorum become proxies for broader moral character.
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