Angie Holt
/High Stepper
When you're nineteen and life isn't weighing you heavily down with all the responsibilities you accrue as you get older, you feel like stepping out to enjoy the wonders of the world.
You've a long way to go before you get to the age where you're all creaky and feeble and need to ask kind policemen to see you across the road. You're full of health and energy and can't understand what hypochondriacs make so much fuss about.
Absolutely whizzo with health and energy is ANGIE HOLT, high - stepping her way through the park, much to the amazement and delight of ninety-year-old gentlemen sitting in fragile pre-occupation on the park benches.
'Well, heck," says one old gent, "girls weren't like that when I was a
boy.”
‘No reason why we can't make up for it now," says a second old gent. ‘‘Where are you creaking off to?" asks the first ancient.
"I'm going to ask her for a dance,” says the second.
Spick No 172 - March 1968