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It was past midnight, yet the café known as “La Vache Mort” (“The Dead Cow”) was a riot of movement and a discord of sound.
A jangling piano gave out weird music in the corner, the wine-slopped tableswere crowded with apaches, and the dregs of the underworld of Paris and their women.
In the centre of the floor several couples were dancing in the approved apache style—one villainous-looking ruffian was swinging his girl-partner round and round by the red kerchief she wore about her throat—and, most curious of all, she seemed to like it!
Netley Lucas, ‘The Boy Apache’, The Golden Penny Comic, 28 August 1926.