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BALLS, DANCES

During the year, a great number of dances have been given both among Squadrons and as Unit affairs. Two Battalions have recently given Balls in the big Gymnasium. On all occasions the gymnanasium presented a festive appearance, the walls draped with native bush foliage, and gay streamers hanging from the ceiling. The orchestra was composed of Camp personnel and a dainty supper was attributable to the Unit Quartermasters. The Squadron dances, usually held monthly, were staged in the mess-rooms and these were largely attended by the young ladies of the neighbouring districts. The men are deeply grateful for the manner in which these people travelled to the dances, often in snowy weather and over miles of rough roads.

First Ballerina: Shut that b- door. They will see

me. Second Ballerina: "The sisters have seen these things before.” F. 8.: "But not with us inside them." 5.8.: "Here; you are not made up yet." F. 8.: "Do I have to put that grease on?" 5.8.: "Of course." F. 8.: "The boys from my Squadron will laugh." 5.8.: "They won't recognise you if you make up." F. 8.: "I can't, I didn't shave." 5.8.: "Then over the whiskers it goes." F. 8.: "Stop. That stuff smells." 5.8.: "Rubbish, if you look half as nice as the grease paint smells you had better watch " F. 8.: "Quick, there is the overture!" Producer: "Are you ready Trixie?" F. 8.: "Well, just about." Producer: "You look 0.K., Good Luck." F. 8.: "The liar. He knows I hate make-up." 5.8.: "Keep your face still or you'll have eye shadow down by your mouth." F. 8.: "I've got an itchy back." 5.8.: "Then do an arabesque and scratch it." F. 8.: "I'm not that kind of a ballerina." Producer: "Everybody up!" F. 8.: "Oh hell! Here goes." 5.8.: "Hey, come back! You are not Lady Godiva. You have forgotten your tutu AND the socks for your uplift!"

The delay in the arrival of this publication was due in no small measure to our inability to secure a red-headed typist to work at night with the Editor. They all said they knew what these Tankers were. Distressing but true.

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Dragon, 1 December 1942, Page 7

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363

BALLS, DANCES Dragon, 1 December 1942, Page 7

BALLS, DANCES Dragon, 1 December 1942, Page 7

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