One of the ladies who first introduced interpretative dancing�whatever that is�into this country has fleshened up considerably since the days of her initial terpsichorean triumphs among the society folk along the eastern sea-board. Nevertheless, she continues to give performances to select audiences of artistic souls.
Not long ago Finley Peter Dunne, the humorist, was lured to one of these entertainments. The lady, wearing very few clothes, and, as a result of their lack, looking even plumper than usual, danced in an effect of moonlight calcium beams.
As Dunne was leaving, one of the patronesses hailed him.
Oh, Mr. Dunne, she twittered, "how did you enjoy the madame's dancing?"
Immensely, said Dunne. "Made me think of Grant's Tomb in love."