Whenever authority announces that there is soon to be a dance, pandemonium reigns. The corridors and common-room are immediately filled with semi-graceful figures swaying rythmically or unrythmically in time to a one-fingered “Boston” played by some obliging youth. The air resounds with cries of “Look at Bill!” “Keep hopping Bill!” “Show me that step, Jack.” “Try it yourself.” “Say, Joe’s sister is coming out.” The boy with pretty sisters is beset with obliging fellows willing to fill out their cards. So the dances are reserved and the hopping becomes softened to a more grace-fill expression of the terpsichorean art until the dance comes, and reality takes the place of anticipation.
Published in Newman News magazine (1913).