At elaborate affairs the organ from the Methodist church was moved up to the hall and Lizzimore, the blind man presided. When informal gatherings were held, he merely played his guitar assisted by any volunteer with mouth organs or accordions. Among white people the march is as mild as if it had been passed on by Volstead. But it still has a kick in Eatonville. Everybody happy, shining eyes, gleaming teeth. Feet dragged ’shhlap, shhlap! to beat out the time. No orchestra needed. Round and round! Back again, parse-me-la! shlap! shlap! Strut! Strut! Seaboard! Shlap! Shlap! Tiddy bumm! Mr. Clarke in the lead with Mrs. Mosely. It’s too much for some of the young folks. Double shuffling commences. Buck and wing. Lizzimore about to break his guitar. Accordion doing contortions. People fall back against the walls, and let the soloist have it, shouting as they clap the old, old double shuffle songs. ’Me an’ mah honey got two mo’ days Two mo’ days tuh do de buck’ Sweating bodies, laughing mouths, grotesque faces, feet drumming fiercely. Deacons clapping as hard as the rest. “Great big nigger, black as tar Trying tuh git tuh hebben on uh ’lectric car.” “Some love cabbage, some love kale But I love a gal wid a short skirt tail.” Long tall angel--steppin’ down, Long white robe an’ starry crown. ’Ah would not marry uh black gal (bumm bumm!) Tell yuh de reason why Every time she comb her hair She make de goo-goo eye. Would not marry a yaller gal (bumm bumm!) Tell yuh de reason why Her neck so long an’ stringy Ahm ’fraid she’d never die. Would not marry uh preacher Tell yuh de reason why Every time he comes tuh town He makes de chicken fly. When the buck dance was over, the boys would give the floor to the girls and they would parse-me-la with a slye eye out of the corner to see if anybody was looking who might “have them up in church” on conference night. Then there would be more dancing. Then Mr. Clarke would call for everybody’s best attention and announce that _’freshments was served! Every gent’man would please take his lady by the arm and scorch her right up to de table fur a treat!_ Then the men would stick their arms out with a flourish and ask their ladies: “You lak chicken? Well, then, take a wing.” And the ladies would take the proffered “wings” and parade up to the long table and be served. Of course most of them had brought baskets in which were heaps of jointed and fried chicken, two or three kinds of pies, cakes, potato pone and chicken purlo. The hall would separate into happy groups about the baskets until time for more dancing.