Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-08-24

man in a checkered suit. Il bet it will
take them three tunes to get all the way
around the floor
The couple didn't pay attention to any
body. They were as unconscious of self
as an actress giving out an Interview on
CROPPED around the floor until the music
ceased. Then they unwrapped them
selves and walked briskly out by the
main entrance.
When this dance was ended the de-
voices of the modern. hobble-skirted
terpsichore, drifted downstairs, there to
achieve more pop and lemonade.
The next air was a snappy tWo-step.
one of the old-fashioned Kind that were
SO popular in the days Of Sousa. This
was the first time during the evening
when the turkey trot was defeated with
great loss.
Despite the semi-military, starchy char
acter of the air the turkey trotters at
tempted to make it fit their new dance.
Somehow, it wouldn't work Just as
they got ready to make one of those
swift swings the partners got out of time
and the next they knew they were wax
ing all over each other and softly crying
for help.
Into this arena OF missteppers came an
elderly little man and a rather plain,
middle-aged woman. With their guiding
arms extended like the old town pump,
they began to dance
Great halibut.'' gasped young man.
They are two-stepping!"
That Dance" said a cynical friend.
went out Of fashion when Columbus
landed"
The little 5ald-headed man hoped like
an excited sparrow and glistened with
DQrSD1rIfiOn.
kept turning around and getting tangled
up while trying to watch the unique
dancers. Like the sneaky elders they
were Oblivious alike to comment and
criticism. They kept on until the or
chestra quit playing. ghosts of a time
when turkey trotting was still in it's
infancy among the Apaches of Paris and
the Senegambian revivalists in Missis-
sippi.
When they were through, the Human
Bassoon rushed around to the orchestra
platform and whispered into the lead
er's ear.
Don't play no more Of them marches.'
he warned hoarsely. You'll spoil the
party If you do.''
Obediently the leader scratched off the
other which was to have been played
With flourish the orchestra tackled
the "Bumpy-Little-Hump Slap
stick-Glide," and the orchestral move
ment so a slant-broWed expert informed
the investigator. called for the sparrow
fit
"Ain't no other dance you can dance as
well to that tune" he said. '.as the
sparrow fit
The dancers agreed with him They
swerved from right to left, with the dear
girls lifting their arms as if they ex-
pected to fly away. The Tapping of arms
kept you in mind of hennery at feeding
time. While they were going the rounds
in this Tapping dance the spectators
urged them to greater effort.
"Oh you little stepper!'' young man
would shout to one Of the couples. Far
from finding this Objectionable, they
would smile at the gentle compliment
implied.
There was bow-legged man. To look
at him you would never have suspected
him Of a weakness for this sparrow
fit but he fitted with the best of them.
He looked like an intermediate between
the American eagle in characteristic at
ttude and shell crab hurrying to find
a hiding place.
Withal. he seemed to do we'll His
partner Mapped as vigorously as any
other partner, and in the swirling. flap
ping, whirling crowd he lost his in
dividuality. and became merely one of
the devotees.
The dance was at its height The or