The Man Who Doesn’t Dance.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXII, Issue XIV, 2 April 1904, Page 48

The Man Who Doesn’t Dance.

Of course you know the sort of man, Who always goes upon a plan That makes you wish him in Japan, Or else in—well, say France I For he affects a form of “side” That thinks the only “Ballroom GuideT Consists in telling one with pride, •‘He really doesn’t dance!” " Nor Is his hee-haw voice un’Vown— The deep and throaty “Oxford” tone. Halfway between a grunt and groan, With just a touch of “snore”—■ That is the sort of voice that he Employs when he remarks “Not me! Can’t stand that turn-turn one-two-three— Ya-as, waltzin’s ’such’ a bore!” You’re sure to find him at a ball. Propped limply up against the wall, Conversing in a languid drawl With one just like himself; Regardless of the obvious fact That rows and rows of chairs are packed With damsels eager to attract, Yet left upon the shelf. lie says the Johnnies in his “set” All much prefer a cigarette. Or bridge, a flutter nt roulette, If they can get the chance; “He” can’t demean himself to think About those girls in blue and pink: “Excuse me, but I want a drink!” lie drinks, but doesn't dance. Some men think dancing “awful rot,” But then one rather wonders what They go to dances for, If not To try to overcome A foods?, prejudice like this. By choosing out some dainty Miss, To rescue her from the abyss Of wallflowers dull and glum. He seems to think It rather grand Inert against the wail to stand The while he hides behind his hand A yawm; and looks askance At girls who feel quite justly mad With one so like a half bai.od shad; Some oven label him a “cad”— The man who doesn’t dance! DAISY.