For one thing, they say, a dance of just juniors -all 26 of them -wouldn't begin to fill the gym or pay the bill for Rex Pryor's seven‐piece band. Roxbury's teen‐agers don't see things that way. The question, of course, was not so much who was there but why? Wasn't this supposed to be the Junior Prom? And weren't parents supposed to be a drag?
“Yes, most of the town's here tonight,” he went on, with a wave to the minister, school‐crossing guard, postmistress, butcher, town clerk, undertaker, a teacher or two and the entire Board of Education. Parnell noted that the old outnumbered the young. Surveying the crowd of 250 promgoers, Mr. What with the slump in vacation home building and dairy farming -big industries here -none of the men rented dinner jackets this year. Fathers, some of whom sent corsages to their wives, chose suits or sports jackets. Like other middle ‐ aged mothers, she wore a long, swirly skirt to the prom. “There is no senior prom -this is it,” said Betty Underwood with a giggle.
And, since Roxbury lies along the the east branch of the Delaware, which is stocked with brown trout, that says something about the Junior Prom. Racy, at least, for Roxbury, where the contest for Prom King and Queen generates even more excitement than the one for brown trout fishing. With bleachers up and lights down, the gym looked like a racy night club. Almost everybody's parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins were dressed in prom clothes and dancing in the Roxbury Central School gymnasium. “Do you know where your parents are tonight?” And, for the children of Roxbury hamlet (population 600), a single question:
NIGHT AT THE ROXBURY SHIRTS FULL
Full moon over the Catskills, lilac in the air, pink punch chilling in a 10‐gallon milk can.
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