 Dad Butch Carpenter, who bears a striking resemblance to the bee that made the presentation at the Grand Bethel Installation, gets the dance underway |
 The dance floor is packed |
 Either a Jobie with a cold nose, or the new star of Twilight |
 The girls and balloons share the dance floor |
 Dancing the night away |
 . . . Sometimes it was hard to tell if the girls were dancing , playing basketball . . . |
 . . . Or trying to hitch a ride . . . |
 . . . It was enough to confuse anybody |
 Again, the night ends with the sounds. . . |
 . . . Of Nearer My God To Thee drifting down from the balconies |
