I've got a great story from when I lived in Chicago.

I was in Carol's Pub, which was about a block from where I went to Grade School.

One night the front door opened with a crash and this guy walks in with long hair and a beard. He was wearing a Dago T.

He looks around and then goes to the dance floor. This little girl was bopping around with some guy in a suit that came in there after work.

He grabs her by the arm, spins her around and slaps her and says, "Git home!"

The bartender told them, "Get the hell out of here now!" ROTFLOL