A goodly crowd of the Beautiful People was pesent one afternoon in the cocktail lounge of a fashionable New York hotel. A solemn waiter crossing the floor suddenly stumbled and fell forward. A tall drink on his tray, loaded with lots of shaved ice, was dumped right down the back of a lady at one of the tables -- inside her gown. She gave forth a mannerly screech, then began writhing in her chair like a wounded python, gasping and giggling and letting out whinnies and yelps; then she leaped to her feet, accidently knocking her gentleman companion to the floor, and she was doing a composite of several of the new jerk-dances when he managed to get up and lead her from the room. Another gentleman with a lady at a nearby table new called the waiter. He ordered: "Bring us two of whatever it was they had." - from _Buskin' with H. Allen Smith_ .c. 1968 by H.A.S.
(From the "Rest" of RHF)