since the war. It was located some distance from the wharf, 
perhaps to conceal it from enemy bombers that fortunately never 
materialized . 
The ballet master, or director of dance, had his charges at 
work by the time ?/e arrived. The orchestra was going full tilt, and 
long before we could see wliat was going on, the stirring beat of 
Tahitian drums greeted our ears, and, we must confess, quickened 
our step. All was in semi-darkness, as only two single-mantle 
Coleman lanterns were on hand to light up the place. Ours, with 
two mantles, proved a welcome addition to the dance floor’s other- 
wise feeble illumination. 
The performance was interesting and colorful to the extent 
of tempting Cutress to try a few flash-light color shots. After 
the second or third, the instructor begged him to desist, saying 
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that after a fish ?»ent off he was so blinded for a time that he 
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could not see what the aspirants for places on the island’s ladies 
team were doing. A compromise was effected; we wanted pictures 
of the girls in their colorful dresses, and so ¥/ere promised that 
some of them in full costujne would come dov/n to -i 
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the 
e candidates for the Bora Bora men’s team follow'ed 
the ladies onto the dance floor, but not for long. The rain, which 
started a little before ten o’clock, threatening t^o become a real 
downpour, put an end to the evening's tryouts. 
We got no action pictures that next morning for want of an 
orchestra, but we did get a few stills. The girls prolonged their 
