I Thought He Was A “Flat Tire” Until He Started To Dance – Strength Magazine – July, 1927

There he was, coming toward me! What could I do? To refuse would be impolite. And yet to accept-! hated the thought of it! Oh, why did I have to be the one he selected! Just then the music started-a catchy, irresistible melody. Laughter crackled through the air. Almost unconsciously I allowed him to engage my arm-and away we whirled.

Stark CenterUniversity of Texas