Dancerette

The dance program at Caledonia Saturday evening lasted but one hour and 51 minutes. As one dancerette expressed it “They’re chintsey.”

I was a dancerette back in the day.[…]We dancerettes never got to see whether we won or they did — we were told the outcome.

So, when his mother — a debutante dancerette who ran with the Very Coolest Kids in a high school near Temple Terrace at the dawn of the disco era — attempted to warn him against exhibiting evidence of lameness, he cut her off.