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Show In sorority house or dormitory, while the fellow waited, a last-minute's primping or a touch to a shiny nose assured an evening of sheer delight. Moods talkative, or quiet thoughtfulness added to an evening of fun. Tux and formal together sought the friendliness of heart. Beneath statue or bust of stone-faced men, we danced, no less conscious of the moments than they. Happy talk, our theme, filled every corner. Once in a while, college life took a turnabout and we found ourselves in the limelight of activities, spending a warm spring evening on a date with some dream. Long after politicians' roars had left the walls on Capitol hill, and musicians' fantasias rilled every corner with delight, we found ourselves dancing in the dark of our evening fun. In the dance hall, on the moon-lit porch, or in some secluded corner, dates often turned into a story of young love and its dreams come true. Des Barker and Kay Buchanan have acted as our typicals for the story. One corner was meant for food - refreshments and time out. Hours of the evening crept silently on and fun was still our theme. The dance over, the moon gone down, the hours wee, we found ourselves saying a fond goodnight and renewed assurance of our young love. |