||were cleared so people could still walk to the dance. There were some cars and they seemed to go better in the snow than our modern cars do. Often a Model T chugged into town, stuffed to bulging with people whooping and hollering, "Let's dance!" The only time dances were called off was when an epidemic of flu or contagious disease raged through the town. One time in particular when the whole town was quarantined for Scarlet Fever, they held a dance anyway. Doctor Dice lived just up the street from the "Old Bungalow." Everyone who wanted to dance lined up at his house to be checked. Dozens stood in line; and upon having their throat looked at, if no redness was starting, they were admitted to the dance. Those whom Doctor Dice considered suspicious had their throat swabbed and went home. An evening filled with music and dancing could work wonders. It gave new and unexpected energy to a tired body, provided determination to a sagging spirit, furnished a fresh outlook on life, and improved an attitude. It could help put off a problem, mend a broken heart, or sometimes cause one. Though unnoticed, it was good exercise to burn off calories, and sometimes caused blisters and aching feet. When Mother tells me about dancing during depression days, I'm almost envious. ±Iot of the hard times, but of the fun they had. Days will never again be slow enough to enjoy things as they did. In these hurried times of the '80s, I think we're missing the joy of living." Wouldn't it be fun to anxiously await a Saturday dance and have nothing better to do on the night of a holiday than to gather with friends and loved ones, kick up our heels, clap our hands, and grab a partner to whirl away the hours dancing to the music of the "Revelers", . .at the "Old Bungalow". . , Source of information: The memories of Ewell Anderson and his wife Mary Jensen Anderson who danced for years at the Old Bungalow, and from Ken Rasmussen who played trumpet for many years with the "Revelers." g.