Just give me a June night, the moonlight, and you . . .
Here’s an object with untold stories surrounding it. Three pictures tell us something, but the whole story remains hidden.
Until my friend David Weiner gave me this (he is the generous Prince of eBay and his subjects love him) I had never seen an actual dance card before. Oh, I had said “My dance card is full,” often enough, but I was struck by this one, complete with working pencil.
Open the cover and listen to the jazz come out . . .
Now we move from jazz to romance. The owner of the dance card — for the evening and into the future — had some romantic connection to “Gene,” who got the first dance, the last dance, and two more in between.
Now, when you hear, “My dance card is full,” I hope you think of the Senior Ball, June 9, 1939, and the sounds of Bobby Hackett and his Orchestra.