“The Saturday Night Frolick”

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Back in the 1940’s, there were many dance frolicks, home-made wine, and liquor. When the party got too rowdy, many old-fashioned fist fights broke out.

The big events usually took place at old farm houses on Saturday night. Young people had worked the long, hot week in the dusty corn or cotton fields, and were ready to get down and blow off their last bit of pent-up energy at a Saturday night frolick.

People were sorry that Betty Sue Bonkers had fallen through the dance floor the previous Saturday night. She had won so many contests, all of her competitors had stopped counting. Everyone thought that her dad had paid off the dance judges because he ran a liquor still in the backwoods near Oak Park, and had money to burn. But no one had any reliable proof.

And no one would argue that Betty Sue and her partner Slim Jim couldn’t cut some fabulous dance moves on the dance floor.

Betty Sue was known as a pleasingly plump girl, while her dance partner had acquired the name of Slim Jim by being downright skinny as a bean pole.

But it was just pure joy to witness them gliding across the woodened dance floor with the huge crowd cheering them on. When Betty Sue was in full motion, every part of her body shook like loose jelly on a morning breakfast plate. In fact, Johnny Girod said he had never seen a woman shake her jelly so fast! Betty Sue’s dance partner Slim Jim could eat you out of a paper bag and still not gain a pound. At many of the frolicks, he would sneak out into the kitchen and fill up on leftovers that were left over from Saturday’s dinner.

It all backfired on him when he wolfed down a pot of leftover butterbeans cooked with fatback at Maybell Jones’ house.

No one had ever told him that corn liquor and butterbeans are not compatible with one another. But it was too late when he heard strange rumblings coming from his digestive system, and couldn’t tell if the butterbeans and corn liquor were going down or coming back up. Suddenly he had his answer: They were coming back up.

A fist fight broke out in the living room parlor, someone had made a pass at Roy Richards long-time girlfriend. Common sense and corn liquor are never compatible and will surely lead to trouble. Meanwhile, Betty Sue and Slim Jim slip out to the back porch to steal a romantic midnight kiss. Oh well, it’s nothing unusual, just another night at the Saturday night frolicks.