checks mount up, get to be a wad in her fist. This one's a good waltzer, genteel-like in a black suit.
"Gee I'm tired," she whispers.
"Dancing never tires me."
"Oh it's dancin with everybody like this."
"Dont you want to come an dance with me all alone somewhere?"
"Boyfrien's waitin for me after."
With nothing but a photograph
To tell my troubles to . . .
What'll I do . . .?
"What time's it?" she asks a broadchested wise guy. "Time you an me was akwainted, sister. . . ." She shakes her head. Suddenly the music bursts into Auld Lang Syne. She breaks away from him and runs to the desk in a crowd of girls elbowing to turn in their dancechecks. "Say Anna," says a broadhipped blond girl . . . "did ye see that sap was dancin wid me? . . . He says to me the sap he says See you later an I says to him the sap I says see yez in hell foist . . . an then he says, Goily he says . . ."