The Washington times., 1931-11-17
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A Story Of the Aftermath
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} have entered Karl and Albert
for the Boston; Willy and me
for the one-step. But we have
not very high hopes of Willy.
He can win only if the Judges
have a sense of humor.
In the Boston, Karl and Al
bert with three other couples
reach the final round. Karl
has the advantage-the high
collar of his Swagger uniform,
his new patent-leather shoes,
the chains and rings Of his
sleigh horse make a picture Of
dazzling elegance that none
could hope to rival. In style
and. department he is match
less, but in rhythm and sympa-
thy Albert is at least as good.
The judges are making notes
solemnly, as though the eIilni-
nation rounds for the Last
judgement were in progress at
.Waldman's. Karl wins end
takes the ten gulls' eggs-he
knows the brand of schnapps
too we'll. having sold it to the
house himself. He very nooly
presents up with the booty-he
has better at home. Albert takes
second prize. With an embar-
rassed glance in our direction
he carries off his six gulls' eggs
to the fair-headed girl. Willy
whistles.
The One-Step
With my little seamstress I
sail away on the one-step-and
also come to the final round.
To my surprise, I see that
Willy has just remained seated;
he will not even try. I distin-
guish myself with a peculiar
variant of the knee bend and
backward chasse that I have
not shown off before, and the
little girl dances like thistle
down. We carry off the second
prize and share it between us.
Full of pride, I go back to
our table with the silver medal
of the National Union for
Dancing pinned on my chest.
willy, you old putty-head!"
I say, why didn't you have a
cut at it, anyway? You might
even have got the bronze
medal"
Eyes, that's right" says Karl,
supporting me. why didn't
you, now?"
Willy stands up, stretches
himself, adjusts his shallow
tailed coat, looks down on us
loftily and answers only the
one Word-"BecauSe!"
The chap with the chrySan-
themum then calls for competi-
tors in the fox-trot. Only a few
couples enter. Willy strides out
onto the floor.
But he hasn't the faintest
notion of it," Snorts Karl.
Fascinated, We hang over
the backs of our chairs to see
what he will do. The female
lion-tamer is coming out to
meet him. With a sweeping
gesture, he offers his arm.
The orchestra begins.
Runaway Camel
On the instant Willy is
transfigured. He has turned
into a runaway camel with an
attack Of st. Vitus' dance. He
leaps in the air and he limps;
he skips and he circles; he
lasheS out with his legs and
toSSes his lady to and fro;
then, with a sort of pigs gal
lop, he goes careening down
the room, the lion-tamer not
before, but beside him, SO that
she Is giving an exhibition of
the bent-arm hang from his
outstretched right arm, while
he has full liberty on his other
side to do his worst, without
having to worry lest he tread on
her feet. Then he is an i'm
personation of a roundabout,
till his coat tails stand off at
right angles; next moment he
sets off with fancy skippings
Slantwise across the dance
floor, bucking like a billy goat
with pepper under it's tail: he
thunderS and spins and RACES.
and finally winds up with a
weird pirouette in which he
Whirles his lady high through
the air.
Not soul in the hall doubts
but that he is watching a
hitherto unknown, professional
exponent of some super fox
trot. Willy had seen his chance
and made the most of it. His
victory is SO convincing that
atter him there is a long
pause, and then the second
prize. He holds up the bottle
OF Schnapps to us in triumph
But he has Sweated to such an
extent that. the dye in his