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...instructress, one Ellen Keene, told him he showed real promise, and John vowed to win his Arthur Murray bronze medal. All he had to do, after all, was learn the 60 different steps used in the fox trot, swing, tango, waltz, samba, rumba and mambo. After his hundredth hour on the floor, John decided to buy four Arthur Murray life memberships - they only cost $7,650 apiece, and together they guaranteed him 4,000 hours of instruction and after that, eight hours of dancing a month for life. "It's like a kind of insurance," he explained. "Dancing...
...fact that he couldn't ski did not bother Vag too much, because although it snowed everyday, most of the people said the conditions were not right. Instead they sat around in the hotel and played rhumba, samba, canasta, and bridge and drank considerable. Before long any beginner could talk skiing with the best by slipping in an occasional "christy" or "slalom...
...small apartment house. As the priest goes from floor to floor, in search of a dying woman known only by the name of Morderet, Blondin presents a series of sharp character sketches: the retired general whose "majestic wife knits him regulation ear-muffs," the hunchback who practices the samba with a chair held in his arms, the robbers who once burglarized an apartment ("they carried down the garbage when they left, it was right on their way, after all"). No one knows of the woman named Morderet; we discover she is a chambermaid, known only as Elina, for "in what...
Through the streets they pranced, gorgeous and irrepressible, beating drums, blowing horns, hopping over the open sewers to the tune of the Third Man Theme played by a marching Dixieland band, sometimes dancing a quaint, shuffling samba, some balancing trays of chewing gum and candies on their heads...
...typical Maxwell performance one night last week began with a fast, explosive samba, went on to a sentimental arrangement of Kurt Weill's September Song and a plunky version of I'm Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover. The final numbers: a medley of Gershwin tunes and a swing arrangement of Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2. Says Maxwell: "I play Liszt as I think Liszt would play if he were alive today." The supper-club crowd hushed down to devoted silence for Maxwell's 20-minute performance, even when their glasses stood empty...