The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-01-16

''I'd take this other dress up q little more on the side," Miss Kill coyne suggested, turning from in- spection of her own huge pink hair ribbon. Lottie agreed. catch- ing needle and thread from her overnight bag.
 Sheila shuffled q few steps, winced, smiled, tapped energet- ically, warming up. The band was playing the first number. Lottie. clearing her throat, caught up a chiffon handkerchief the size of a lunch cloth and left hurriedly for the wnigs. The art dancers. still In their street clothes. returning two by two from dinner, eyed Sheila curiously and, had she but known 1t, enviously.
 > "Nervous?" onel of the honey colored blonds asked, smiling.
 Sheila smiled, too, and shrug. ged. Of course she was nervous! But it was like the excited ner- vousness of Q circus horse shifting sawdust after long vacation. Soon she would be out there in the glare of the footlights. Phil, Roscoe and the rest would be be- hind her, An audience. hostile or friendly, in front. A sea of faces swimming across her vision!
 The orchestra was bringing Lot tics number to close with q blare. Applause, not voluminous but encouraging There. Lottie was taking bow. And another! That was 0 mistake-forcings the bows that way. Sheila liked to be la. aIS kA hA uka hand In hand with the band leader, lowing shyly, backing out before the audience was willing to re- plause was bad business. Pres entiy the clapping became milder merely a polite batter.
 Sheila stood in the wings. Ros- COG waved his baton, Phil nodded and the band crashed into melody. Two bars. Three bars. How did 1t go? Oh-this way! Sheila ran on. Now she was dancing! Danc- ing to a full house. too.
 Tum-ti-tum, ti-tum. Don't fake that last turn there, baby!" She could still hear Bill Bradys adm onishing tone. still hear his 'ta -ta, ta-ta!" Sheila didn't fake the turn. It was glorious. skim ming like a bit of thistledown. Dancing on 6 breath of wind.
 Across the stage, then back again, this time progressing slowly. Hands crossing in front, head bent just a bit, feet flying. She had 1t down pat! Tum-tum ti- tum! Tum-tum, ti-tum!
 Now a run up the stage, n few steps around Roscoe, who beamed as she skinned past him, his baton flicking in approval. She darted toward him. whisked away coquetishly as Bill had taught
 The saxophone droned few bars unaided and. shielded by Roscoe's bulk, Phil winked at her. Roscoe nodded smiling. It was all in the act, of course, but Sheila knew he was pleased. Sheila, too was pleased. This was like old times again. Darting. shuffling-- suddenly the dance was ended.
 There was q tornado of ap- plause and Sheila bowed quickly, disappearing. Then, waiting for Roscoe's nod, she reappeared. A bow. Roscoe beckoning her. She | fluttered toward him on her toes, smiling, lowing. They advanced toward tho footlights, bowed to inc house, to each other, her finger tip In his moist, fat palm. Applause, loud, clamorous, in- sistent. It broke in sudden gusts. now here, now there, and rippled over the entire house. Another tornado as Sheila stood still. Was she going to dance an encore Powinr again, @ low sweeping, skinpirg bow. Sheila ran off to change for the hext number. But not before she had seen the man in Inc front row who was still applaudlng vigorously. Sheila had seen himl There il