I liked Catherine Jones—she seemed to have more energy than these other girls, though Aunt Musidora sniffed rather contemptuously whenever Catherine stopped for me in her car to go to the movies, remarking that she guessed ‘the bottom rail had gotten to be the top rail now’. Her family were ‘new and common’, but it seemed to me that perhaps her very commonness was an asset. Almost every girl in Davis confided in me at one time or another that her ambition was to ‘get away and come to New York’, but only Catherine Jones had actually taken the step of studying stage dancing with that end in view.
She was often asked to dance at these Saturday night affairs, something ‘classic’ or perhaps an acrobatic clog—on one memorable occasion she had annoyed the governing board by a ‘shimee’ (then the
