Evening star., 1914-03-22

/ That is he almost got away He usual
| ly left two three fists sticking around
! 50 the Observer could run his face into
| them
i ::
When the week was UP the Observer
wrote out his resignation to the instruc-
| tol- But it appeared that he was again
| to be beaten to it.
| You are in fair shape now," said the
| instructor. Not remarkable by any
| means, but in fair shape. You seem to
have little idea of how to walk. think
We will try the Dances
| TN be darned if we do,'' replied the
| Observer. Il will dance with a grizzly
| bear or an anaconda, but if ! start to
dance with you I will forget myself and
throw you out of the window. I've lost
| two teeth this week through that cussed
right uppercut of yours. Also, I think
my left ear is caulifiowered,
The instructor smiled a pitying smile
My wife does the teaching he ex-
! planned. Il merely get the visitors here
in condition
1T is blamed shame,'' said the OBJ
server, severely, that you aren't also in
the undertaking business. You could es-
tablish fine line of trade-sort of Alpha
and Omega all in the one shop!
The instructor merely smiled that pity
ing smile and pointed toward the dancing
hall, which is at the other, end of the
studio. And the Observer went forward,
not seeking, but being led into, adven-
ture.
This dancing hall was about the size Of
an average quick lunchroom. A few chairs
We're ranged against the walls. In the
corner was the persistent 1honograph,
which continued monotonously through
| out the waking hours of the day and far
| into the night
| The instructors wife. delightful,
graceful woman, had two young women
subinstructors who aided in the individual
| teaching. One of these young men had
his arm firmly and Internationally i'm
planted around the fair round waist of a
matronly lady of fifty or thereabouts.
| The young instructor was trying to
| mplant the idea of the "McSixey'-that
| is. the ma-Shuh- -huh-into the ladys gray
| and ivory head. And she was plowins
! across the f1oor like a traction engine.
Every time her heel hit the floor You
| could see the tshivering wood give up lit
| tie splinters.
\ heavy. white-haired, f1orid man, a
United States senator, in fact, who
distinctly had not taken the preliminary
course in training, was dancing with the
instructors wife Slowly they swerved
! around the floor the instructress with
the grace of a sylph and the heavy
weight with the delicate subtlety of the
Imperator warping into her dock. And
all the while ne was breathing stertor-
ously through his classic Roman nose.
He was heaving. in fact
Across the hallway was an elocutionist
who was giving a bright young pupil
some idea of the enunciation of that
deathIess poem of Tennyson's-"The
Bugle" The words Of the pupil rose
high above the notes of the phonograph:
The sunlight balks
At Castle Walks
When done by ruins. old and hoary;
The great light auakes
As father shakes '.t
His equity feet to tango glors.
Blow. bugle. blow. through the wild echoes flying
Hear fathers echo:
The heavyweight legislator moaned
slightly, set his teeth and did a dip.
You could hear him crack when he did
it His joints would have made material
for the finest firecracker celebration
that the country has ever had. He dip
ped half way down. got stuck, and had
to be lifted painfully to something like
an upright position.
"Demmit,' said he when he had
Strengthened himself out
Beg pardon?" inquired the instruc-
tress. sweetly.
Il was wondering" he explained. COM