Music: Dance Masters

A sunburned girl in a bathing suit, her ankles ringletted with bells, danced in a Manhattan ballroom last week a dance that few white men had ever seen before. To a slow orchestral accompaniment she pounded barefoot on the floor, bowed low, bent back, made gestures as of sowing grain, beseeching fertility. Lining the walls on three sides sat 80 interested men and women. Some were young, some were white-haired, most were matronly looking women and burly, oldish men. Fascinated, they began to beat the rhythm with their programs, then one by...

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