Word: foxtrotting
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...their University Drag, slow fox-trot honors went to a mother & son, Mrs. Anna L. Keenan and Walter Keenan of Philadelphia, who described it as "a sort of Rudy Vallee foxtrot. . . . And don't call it the 'Varsity Drag,' please. It's the University, and a very dignified dance." Principal features are an erect body bent slightly forward and the slow drag of the feet from back to front after each step. Collegiate jiggers will dance it with a slight bend of the knee. Conservatives will do it with more dignity, legs straight...
Woolen robed lamas in a Buddhist monastery, high up in the treacherous denies of the Himalayas, turned their prayer wheels, eyed their pudgy Buddha nervously to see what the god might think of ''Sumy Side Up," Hollywood foxtrot, which a small phonograph was grinding out. Noting no sign of displeasure, the senior priest despatched his wife for a jug of home brewed marwa, thus repaid a strange "professor" from Germany for a new musical experience...
Near Syracuse, along the tracks of the New York Central, a night flyer sped westward. No whistles blew. No bell sounded. Faster and faster it glided, past green lights at little stations, red lights at crossings; and the clicking of the ties became a dreamy foxtrot drumming in the ears of people who twisted on lumpy mattresses in small green coffins in its shadowy Pullman cars. A suddenly frightened fireman stared out at the flying night, then made his way forward and peered into the engine cab. At the throttle was a hand- the steady hand of Engineer William Vanbergen...
...ball, follows after on subtle feet. The work is, in pattern, like those opera ballets of the 18th Century. Everything is a dance ; the chair-song a minuet; the fire-talk a gigue; dragon flies weave to the slow air of a waltz; the teapot chortles in a foxtrot. It is music that smiles over its shoulder, that caresses only with the tips of its fingers, and laughs at itself in its own mirrors...