Both my brother, Joe, and I were members of the dance troupe that performed around New York in the '50s. For several years, at Christmastime, Margot invited me to her apartment for her annual party populated by youngsters from wherever she brought them. My regualr ssignment was to read to them a folktale which was one of her favorites.

I recall our performing once at a large party of Elsa Maxwell "introducing" to her metropolian society friends Square Dancing. This was at the height of the folk music revival that was sparked by Pete Seeger and the Washington Square weekends. Following our demonstation on a makeshift stage we stepped down to the floor and brought the audience to join in and dance with us.

Stu Jamison, I recall, was the caller. In the middle of a dance, a new guest arrived to great commotion - Clark Gable. He was instantly recruited into my set with his coat still on. It was a fun moment but, to tell the truth, he couldn't dance at all, He did have a great attitude and laughed robustly as he was dragged around the floor.

To add to other comments, I never saw Margot (with a "t") with a banjo. Her instrument was the piano.

Time does march on. Recalling those days of my 'teen years brings back warm emories.