Well, a party of these kind of
dancers went to the cheese factory where the country people were gathered,
and after dancing a few quadrilles, the fiddlers struck up an old
fashioned waltz. While the visiting dancers were going into spasms to get
ready to wade in, the floor filled with the country couples, who were
waltzing around old fashioned, when all of a sudden those Ripon people
began to work. They flopped across the cheese factory, knocked down a
couple from Pickett's Corners, caromed on a fellow and his girl from
Brandon and sent them against a barrel of lemonade, glanced across the
hall and struck an old lady amidships that had just started to call her
girl off the floor because she was afraid the girl would catch those Ripon
cramps, knocked her under a bench, where she lay and called for her
husband Isaiah, to come and pick her up in a basket. In less than two
minutes all the other dancers hauled off, and stood on benches and looked
at them. Some of the country girls hid their heads and said they wanted to
go home. The visitors slid around the hall, caught each other on the fly,
run the bases, and come under the wire neck and neck, just as the man who
played second fiddle fell over the base viol in a dead faint, and the man
that played the piccalo rolled under the music stand, striken with
apoplexy.
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