|The Mysterious Olivette (1918)|
And below is an excerpt from a column in the same issue, p. 594—
And what [for soldiers on leave if] there were no camouflage dances? For a camouflage dance, you know, is just exactly like other dances, only, for camouflage, there’s a gramophone instead of a band, and sandwiches instead of quail, and you wear, if possible, a “simple” frock, for you never quite know if someone almost straight from the trenches won’t arrive, and to be clasped close to Flanders mud in white tulle or rose-pink ninon is—well, in any case, rather nice, really.
And alas, one of our favorite old-timey comedy lines (an exchange between dancers)—
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m a little stiff from badminton.”
“I don’t care where you’re from. You’ll never dance with me again!”