"Bui I say, old top," he said,
"we've all been practicing the
Tango for weeks, you know (you
hive to practice tfie Tango for
weeks before you can v.en begin
to Tango on a waxed floor). "And
the dear girls will feel awfully cut
up about it if you don't let 'em
show how they can do."
But Art was just like one of
those stern old Romans you read
about in histories.
"I don't care," he said. "There's
nothing doing. I must do my duty
and keep this dance proper."
Stan sighed and went and told
his friends. And his friends got
their heads together and had a little-talk
with Frank Spamer, lead
er of the orchestra hired for the
The talk seemed to cheer them
up a good eal.
There has been a lot of scandal
about why Art barred the Tango.
Some pfepple without any respect
for old age or stockyards coin
said it was because of Art's figure.
It is true that Art is built on
the general lines of the rear end of
a garage, and that tha.t sort of fig
ure isnt well adapted to the
However Art was right there
at the Assembly ball, prepared to
see that no giddy young thing
got Tango-ing around in his pres
ence. All went well at the beginning.
Mr. and Mrs. Edward Blair start
ed the affair with a dinner, and all
their guests filled up on eats and
champagne until they didn't give
a Tango for any dance in the
Then the ballroom began to fill
up, ajtd Art was one of the first
on deck, still on the. watch for
The orchestra struck up a
waltz, John Stevenson -and Ken
Goodman horned in and led the
cotillion. Stan Field went off into
a corner and wept
Then the cotillin favors were
distributed, and the male young
things iven such boob presents
as toy billiard players, clowns,
hobby horses, snow men and tis
sue feather dusters.
Several other waltzes and two
steps were waltzed and two-
stepped, and then somebody said
something about being thirsty.
So the whole gang beat it for
the main diningroom, and there
they had a lot of champagne with
3r few, eats thrown in for good
measure, just like a free lunch ar
rangement. It was when the champagne
was all finished that the fun ber
gan. Thq "400" breezed back to
the ballroom. Somebody gave
Frank Spamer a sign and the or
chestra began to orchestra.
Art Meeker stood rooted to the
spot. (We don't know just how
you stand rooted to the spot, but
we notice that's what tlje hero Sir
ways does at the critical moment
in our best novels and works of
Robert W. Chambers,)
Art is our hero. We have
reached the critical moment So,
we say it again, Art stood rooted
to the spot
What was that tune the orches
tra vras handing out? Where had
hfe heard it before? What was the.
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