THE LEGEND OF EVERYMATRON.
(Showing one of the reasons why the Tango is already démodé.)
(With apologies to Mr. Kipling.)
This is the sorrowful story told at the Tango Teas
Of the old folks dancing together, frivolous as you please:—
"Our mothers, came to the dances; dignified matrons, they,
They smilingly sat and watched us after we waltzed away.
"Our mothers looked on at the dancing—that was their business then;
Frowned on the detrimentals, smiled on the right young men.
"Then came this Tangomania, and when the fad was new
Badly it shocked the old folks—now they are doing it too!
"Now we may watch our mothers, smiling and flushed and gay,
Doing it, doing it, doing it, tangoing night and day,
"Stamping a Texas Tommy, wreathing a Grapevine Swirl,
Gleefully Gaby Gliding, young as the youngest girl.
"We may not laugh at our mothers, for (between me and you)
They can out-dance us often—get all our partners too!"
This is the sorrowful story told by a chastened lot
Of maidens sitting together, watching their mothers trot.
Nervous Lady (in whose street there have been several burglaries). "How often do you policemen come down this road? I'm constantly about, but I never see you."
Policeman. "Ah, very likely I sees you when you don't see me, Mum. It's a policeman's business to secrete 'isself!"