It was a hot summer; the seaside was enticing; the Rag was rampant, and dancers flocked to the Roof Gardens of Manhattan for their addictive pleasure.
The birth of the Fox Trot was long expected, but arrived quietly. Many men claimed to be the father, but there was only one birth-mother, and she soon put the baby up for adoption.
This is a fascinating story! Not so much, "slow, slow, quick, quick" but more "Slow Drag - Get Over Sal - Take me to the Fox Trot Ball."
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