The blacked out windows of the Rockhampton National
Dance Hall might hide the light, but any passing invader
could find it by sound. Cares and inhibitions were thrown
away for just a short time. Some lights could be
seen twinkling as bodies jumped and swung past the
open entrance. People were already milling around
outside trying to cool off. A few couples
were trying very hard to find a more romantic place
in order to spend time together.
Heather knew some of those girls would be
getting themselves into hot water pretty soon, and
once Beatrice Price knew,
then so would whole district. Rockhampton's
small town society ostracized those who didn't
conform to their rules. It helped her
determination to not succumb to
any stupid behaviour.
Jeeps started arriving with loads of sexed-up
American GIs whooping and hollering up the street.
It was sure to upset the locals, who were
sitting down to listen to their favourite radio show.
One thing was for certain, the boys were here
for a good time, if not a long one.
They were a conglomeration of khaki suits with slicked
back hair, big smiles and big plans for the evening.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Posted by Sherryl Clark at Saturday, August 02, 2008