"Anyone doing tasteless or vulgar movements will be immediately disqualified!"

               Ballroom Dancing lessons. Just like learning to play bridge to be eligible for Junior League membership, young ladies and arm-twisted young gentlemen learned to waltz, tango, cha-cha,  twirl and dip. Some dancers were more talented than others, don't ya know. Those couples were our Bobby and Sissy (if you have to ask, don't), Lawrence and the Champagne Lady, our very own Johnny and Penny ("don't put Baby in a corner").
                On assigned evenings, at Miss Connie's Dance Studio (very close to Miss Maud's house), about 20 barely-teenagers reluctantly walked into her living room, cleared of all furniture and turned into a dance studio.  This was the venue for 7th and 8th grade young people to learn refined dance moves.  The teens had the Bop, The Twist, the Hully-Gully, Walking the Dog, and the Stroll to perfection, so how come, they wondered, were they back in the 40's with Glenn Miller and Stardust? They were told they'd thank their parent later.
                I was one of those teens at Miss Connie's. After we'd learned all we possibly could learn, we practiced a routine showcasing all steps, while going around in a giant circle. We participated as a group in a Spring Recital! Reflecting, I cringe for us, but humiliation for me came after the performance. My attempt to add filler to the poofy upper portion of my dress had met with disaster.  Long prior to the catch-phrase "wardrobe malfunction," my own rendition occurred as wads of tucked away Kleenex had worked their way upward, white folds peeking through the sky blue lace covering my de'colletage. I'm just glad they didn't scooch up so far as to actually escape.

            That same summer, to appease teen egos, our parents threw us a dance party!  A neighbor's carport was lighted with Christmas lights, flashing bulbs and wired for stereo. A revolving Christmas tree multi-color spotlight aimed on the dance floor added pizazz, prior to the disco-ball. A fine dance-powder gave the concrete a festive sheen and a fabulous sound as we all danced to records spun by our host's  much older brother and his girlfriend. This couple had dance moves we'd never seen.  Several in our neighborhood troupe could really do the
bop and the twist!  Iconic Sandy and Danny would not have won that Dance Contest.
              Teen-Town, where Judy danced circles around Jerry, and Panther Prowls after home ballgames filled our teen years, meeting our need to dance, even if we didn't know which guy was our partner (Hey, Am I dancing with you?). Kevin Bacon (Footloose! 1984) would have felt more at home in Camden than that two-bit town somewhere in Texas. 
                Come on, Everybody! "Let's Dance!"