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How a Faux Pas Made Me Popular I never knew it was so easy to be popular until a humil- iating experience showed me the secret There was another chap along—Harry something—a dapper, grinning fellow with his hair slicked back. He was awkward in the water and his bathing suit hung on him likea wet sack. I didn’t see how Grace could stand him. But she even encouraged him. That night at the hotel dance something happened that I'll never forget. Not know- ing how to dance, I rarely attended these affairs, though I had often envied the happy couples und their good times. But Grace had asked me, so I went. What a nightmare that evening was! The first couple that caught my eye was Grace and Harry—but what a different Harry! His dicked back hair and dapper manner seemed tofit the picture perfectly. And how easily how faultlessly he danced! Grace was fas- cinated. They came toward me. ‘‘Aren’t you going to ask me to dance?” Grace called gail; I flushed. ‘Why I—I’d love to, but—” “All right,” Grace broke in, ‘‘the next dance is yours.” Before I could speak, the orchestra started to play—a dreamy, oriental tune. Grace stood waiting. I could feel Harry's smirking eyes on me. I made a wild stab. “I—I’m sorry but I can’t Tango.” A burst of laughter from Grace and Harry. Irealized 1 had made a faux pas—a blunder. “Why, that's a waltz!” Grace exclaimed. There was a painful pause. “I don’t waltz either,” I faltered. Grace’s eyes widened. She tossed her head. “Idon’t think you want to dance with me at all!” she flashed. Before 1 could explain, Harry had his arm around her and they glided away—Harry trumphant—an angry flush on Grace's cheek. I felt weak. My knees shook. I wished I could sink through the floor. I stumbled out of the ballroom. Grace's last words—“T'll never speak to you again!” were ringing in my ears. Why I Never Made Friends That night I thought things over. I was mighty blue. Why couldn't I make a_hit with the girls like other fellows did? Girls liked me at first but, somehow I only lasted a day or two. The girls went off with fellows who took them dancing. That was my big weak point—I could take girls to shows and dinners, but never dancing. And dancing is what girls love above all else. Right then I resolved to learn to dance. I slip) into ‘the hotel reading room and searched through the current magazines. At last I found what I was looking for—an ad entitled, ‘How 1 became popular overnight” telling of a new way of learning to dance— at home, and without music or teacher. Arthur Murray, America’s foremost dancing instructor had perfected this new method, so Isent for his 32-page booklet, and test lesson. I Find the Secret The booklet came promptly and I read it throu; without stopping. Here was just needed. I tried the test lesson, and Was amazed at the ease with which I was able Ti day I met Grace we went swimming. Midnight found me dancing with a charm- ing, masked creature. to master the steps. The lessons were so clear, so simple. w confident—eager to dance to music with a real partner. There was soon to be a masque ball at the hotel. I continued learning the various steps and ‘appeared at the. ball, costumed and masked. How excited I was! I danced with many artners, keeping perfect time, gliding around ike a professional. It was thrilling to swing to the seductive measures of a waltz or step to the intoxicating rhythm of a fox trot. . About midnight, I found myself dancing with a charming creature, exquisitely gowned in a soft, clinging costume. “You dance divinely,” she murmured. She was masked, of course, but there was some- thing in her voice which she seemed to be dis- guising, something that thrilled me strangely. “Let's stroll out on the veranda,” I whis- pered. Far from the crowd, where only the distant strains of music could reach us, we talked— exchanged copfidences—charm with each other’s company. Finally she asked me where T learned to dance. My Confession I hesitated. Should [ tell her? What would she think? She seemed like a girl who would understand. So, without reservation, 1 told her the whole story—how I met a beau- tiful girl and lost her in a day—how I made a fool of myself by not explaining beforehand that I couldn’t dance—how wretched I felt and how I sent for the dancing course and learned in my room. She caught my hand. ‘Oh, I’m so sorry—” There was a catch in her voice—the voice that thrilled me so strangely. I brushed aside. her mask. Imagine my wonder— surprise—joy! It was Grace who was smiling up at me! What wonderful times Grace and I had to- gether after that! We. went everywhere— parties, balls and dances. No longer was I a gloomy wallflower, envying others. I was throbbing with new life, new popularity, ac- claimed as a faultless dancer wherever I went. The day I wrote to Arthur Murray was cer- tainly the luckiest in my life. This story is a typical one. Thousands have learned to dance—quickly and easily through Arthur Murray’s course. And what they have done, you too, can do. Free! 32-Page Booklet and Test Lesson But don’t enroll yet—not until you've read Mr. Murray’s new 32-page illustrated booklet and tried the free Test Lesson. The book tells all about Mr. Murray, how he became private instructor to the ‘*400,” how he de- vised his easy home-study dances, how he taught over 250,000 people to dance by mail, and particularly how ‘he can teach you to become a graceful, popular dancer in a few enjoyable evenings. And you'll enjoy the Test Lesson because it shows how you, too, can easily learn to dance this new way. Get this free book and Test Lesson and read them carefully. Mail the coupon at once, and enclose 10c. to cover postage and mailing. Arthur Murray, Studio , 3 EL 43d St., New York City. Arthur Murray, Studio 553 3 E. 43d St., New York City Without obligating me in any way, please send me your Free Test Lesson and your beautifully illustrated 32-page book which ‘tells all about Arthur Murray's course in dancing and explains how it can make me a graceful dancer, right in my own home, without music, partner or private teacher. I enclose 10c. to cover postage and mail- ing.