“First two gents cross over!” In his thought
He crossed; he took that partner by the hand;
He swung her, swung her, swung her, you know where.
He promenaded, proudly, and he clapped
His palms, that sweated bravely. Then the swinging
Ceased. The set was over. And he sang:
“Good boy, Gus! That was calling, old man Glendy!”
They winked at him, wiping their foreheads off;
Then soon another set. And still he listened
And watched, and still he saw how Dora sat,