Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-12-02
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ming. Notwithstanding the late war,
want Of partnership at least a dozen
young bucks stand on the sidelines.
| Which does not mean all the girls are
| dancing. The wall flowers hang around
gracelessly. They are either too fat, too
| thin or are uncomely. Even languish-
| ing Romeo can't find amour or romance
| in q wall flower. Yet the wall flowers
seem not to care. They, too, are here
solely to worship the dance. Men faze
them not in the least.
X II X \
FROM wall flowers to lizards Is not
such a far cry. Here is q lizard
lounging on the lounge. His hair Is as
sleek with oil as the hide of a heated
colt He lounges in such position that
the crease in his trousers does not suf-
fer. All! life is a bore, lies in his eyes
No one offers him drink or cigarette.
Now, glance as degrees to the right
and look at Clementine, than whom
no danseuse was ever more fragrant.
At dances she plays a game of chance.
Stakes are usually two to one. That
is, if there are twice as many gallants
as den1oselles, her chances are fair that
she'll rope In q hayward youngster who
has come to the city from some back
yard state with the avowed intention
of enjoying everything
To paraphrase famous professor of
anatomy, she has an arm. When the
gentle Clementine clasps him to her per-
furned self, he feels the crush Of her
gentlenesS. And yet, she isn't such
bad dancing partner after all, for she
is light on her own feet. How she moves
her ponderous limbs with such agility
is a question that excites an argument
among the philosophical lizards.
Wall flowers are an optimistic lot.
They are the somber lights on an other
wise giddy stage. They give the scene
a tone Of temperance. No one COM
plains Of their aggresSiveness, for they
seem meek and, perhaps, moody.
What must be their reflections as
they sit hour after hour? Wall flowers
are clannish. One needs must feel the
others presence. They have an artis-
tocracy OF their own. Indeed, indie
pendence and hauteur might be
aScribed to them. Just to show they are
not thirSting for dance or male COM
pany, they have been known to refuse
attentions. The dance hall must be
theatrical diversion for wall flowers. Or
is it merely their way of hurting them.
selves into the whirl Of night life?
X X 4 y
NOW, when an attractive miss essays
the part of a wallfiower sparks are
likely to fly. Coy, gazelle-eyed maidens
who come with mother or some other
accredited chaperon and sit the role
of wallnower will be jolted here. To-
night there Is mother with her pair
of daughters, who flank their parent.
They are pretty, having langourous eyes
and f1eeting glances. But they dance by
themselves.
Masculine chivalry is undaunted,
brave. A pudgy youth, well balanced,
with hair parted in the center, comes
forward.
Mex dance?" he asks.
He is answered with O frozen smile
and shake of the head. She turns
and continues talking with her mother.
For moment he stands rooted to the
carpet. Before hundred stareS he re-
treats and joins his confreres. The
business is discussed at length Finally
an emissary, armed with plenipotenti-
airy powers, advances on the domestic
scene, and, making a slight bow, says
softly to one of the daughters, Have
this dance?" Already she had tired of
making lengthy answers to dance re-
quests. She replies with one sudden
jerk Of the head, which louder than
words said mol"
well, why are you girls here2" he
blurts. "If 1t amt for dancing, we
tellas wanna know, cause we're not