The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-12-04
Married Life, Third Year
BY MABEL HERBERT uRNER

perately to, the partner as he bounced
about.
The music grew faster and the dane
ing more vigorous. The couples now
bumped into each other and against
chairs. Helen was in terror lest they
fall on the tables or knock over a tray.
carrying waiter.
But, dear, they don't seem to be en-
joying it-look how strained their
faces are"
Hard Work
Pretty hard work to steer through
that crowd. I'd. want shin guards.
Look at that man plotting the fat
dame. He sort OF rolls her around like
hogshead OF molasses. Ought to use
a bale hook on her.
Helen could not get over her amaze
ment at the ugliness of the jerky, hop
ping steps. She had always loved
dancing and was passionately fond OF
Waiting. but this-this was only a
stamping and wrigging about without
time or rhythm. And the women in
short, tight skirts attempting these
freakish steps-did they know how
hideous they looked? It was as
though they had all gone mad and
were jumping up and down in sort
Of frenzy.
WELL I should say a -Hottentot's
war dance would be a. thing of grace
and beauty compared to this COM
mented Warren grim1y. Look at that
old girl! Watch her hop up and down
in that one spot. I'd call that enforced
friskineSs."
The music stopped again and the
dancers made their way back to the
tables. There was more ordering of
Iriy, Ad 4 10
but everyone was drinking greet
deal.
Why don't they put in more tab1es?'
asked Helen, glancing at the still
waiting crowd at the door. 81 don't
see how the management can afford to
give all this floor space to dancing
Think how many more tables they
could get I'M
Eyes, and they'd all be empty Think |
anybody's come here in the afternoon
if it wasn't for the dancing? This !
turkey trotting tea craze is a cinch |
for the restaurants.
An elderly couple, a scholar1y-look |
ing man in frock coat and prim |
little woman in black. now entered |
and were seated at a nearbytable.
How out Of place they look" muir
Helen, 81 wonder how they |
happened to Gomez"
They do look a little out OF their
element" admitted Warren. 1Some I
parson taking notes for his Sermon
against trotting teas
ooh, Warren, look at those people
just coming in! Why they're in eve
ming dress! Do men wear dress suits
in the afternoon"
Liable to wear anything here"
There was a tapping of feet and
many chances toward the orchestral. !,
The dancers were growing impatient.
"The management's giving 'em plenty
of time to order more drinks. You've
got to keep ordering IL you sit here.
Guess TIL have another highbaIl. How
about your tea? They've got a tea Gus
toner in our parson over there. He'll
get material for his sermon, all right"
well, I'll be dashed" gasped War
rem. as the elderly couple now pushed +
back their teacups and rose from the
table. The old gentleman encircfed
the old ladys waist and they pranced
off in a juggling step. Why. they've
gone mad-stark, staring mad.
And YOU thought he was a minis
teri whispered Helen as she watched
the mans bald head bobbing up and
down among the dancers.
Two stout women who were found +
.ring about together now lurched very
heavily against the table, almost
xnockinr over Warren's glass.
s.Iight and graceful on their feet
az he caught the glass. And look at
this. will YOU. as tall, thin girl in a
light black dress, with sharp elbows