The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-11-25


his tie had been brought to him by
his papa from skoone's. whereupon
she privately informed him that she
liked wavy hair and arranged to dance
with him.
Fanehon also thought that sandy hair
was attractive, Sam Williams discover
ed few minutes later, and so catholic
was her taste that ring Of boys quite
encircled her before the musicians In
the yard struck up their thrilling march,
and Mrs. Schofield brought Penrod to
escort the lady from out Of town to
the dancing pavilion.
Headed by this pair, the children
sought partners and paraded solemnly
out of the front door and round a cor
ner Of the house. There they found
the gay marquee, the small orchestra
and punch bowl Of lemonade invit-
ing attention under a tree. Decorous-
ly the small couples stepped upon the
platform. one after another, and began
to dance.
Its not much like children's party
In our day." Mrs. Williams said to
Penrod's mother. Wed have been
playing Quaker meeting. clap in, clap
out or going to Jerusalem. suppose
Yes. or postottice and drop the hand
kerchief," said Mrs. Schofield. Things
change so quickly. Imagine asking lit
tie Fanchon Gelbraith to play London
bridge! Penrod seems to be having a
difficult time with her. poor boy. He
wasn't shining light in the dancing
class"
However, Periods difficulty was not
precisely of the kind his mother sup
posed.
Fanchon was soon showing him a
new step, which she taught her next
partner In turn, continuing instruc-
lions during the dancing. The children
crowded the floor, and In the kaleido-
scopic tumble of bobbing heads and In
termingling figures her extremely diff
ferent style Of motion was unobserved
by the older people, who looked on,
nodding time benevolently.
Fancbon fascinated girls as well as
boys. Many Of the former eagerly
sought her acquaintance and thronged
about her between the dances, when.
accepting the Difference due a cosmo-
politan and an oracle Of the mode, she
gave demonstrations Of the new step
to succeeding groups, protesting as
constituent to find it unknown. 1t had
been "all the CO." she explained, at
the Long Shore Casino for fully two
seasons
She pronounced very "slow" a fan
cy dance" executed during an In
Permission by Baby Rennsdale and
George Bassett, giving it as her opin
sett were dead Ones" and she ex.
pressed surprise that the punch bowl
contained lemonade and not cham
payne.
The dancing continued, the new step
gaining instantly in popularity, fresh
couples adventuring with every mum.
Der. The word "step" is somewhat
misleading. nothing done with the feet
being vital to the evolutions intro
duced by Fanchon. Fanchon's dance
came from the orient by a roundabout
way.
Pausing in old Spain, taking on a
Gallo frankness In gallantry at the
Bal Butler in Paris, combining with a
relative from the south seas encoun-
tered in San Francisco. flavoring itself
with a care free negroid abandon in
New Orleans and accommodating, too,
something inexpressible from Mexico
and South America. 1t kept throughout
Its travels to the underworld or to cir
Giles where nature is extremely frank
and rank, until at last 1t reached the
dives of New York, when 1t immediate
ly broke out In what Is called civilized
society.
Thereafter 1t soon spread In vari-
ously modified forms-some Of them
disinfected-to watering places and
thence. carried by hundreds Of older
male and female Fanchons over the
country. being eagerly adopted every
where and made wholly pure and re-
spectacle by the supreme moral axiom
that anything Is all right II enough
people do 1t.
Everybody was doing It
Not quite everybody. It was per
haps some test of this dance that
earth could furnish no more grotesque
sight than that of children doing 1t.
Earth. assisted by Fanchon. was fur
nishing this sight at Periods party
By the time ice cream and cake arriv
ed about half the guests had either
been initiated into the mysteries by
Fanchon or were learning by imita-
ton. and the education Of the other
half was resumed with the dancing
when the attendant ladies' uncon-
scious Of what was happening, with
drew into the house for tea and bit
of gossip.
THAT orchestra's a dead one" Fan
chon remarked to Penrod- I'VE ought
to nven them up a little"
She approached the musicians.
Don't you know" she asked the
leader. "the .Slingo Sligo Slider"
The leader giggled. nodded, raped
with his bow upon his violin. and Pen.
I'D, following Fanchon back upon the
dancing floor, blindly brushed with bis
elbow a solitary little figure standing
aloof ON the lawn at the edge OF the
platform.
II was Marjorie