The only information we have about the early history of the dance comes to us from the rock paintings created by primitive man tens of thousands of years ago in what is now France.

Rhythmic motion has become the carrier and creator of almost every ecstatic mood of any significance in human life.

The dance is the mother of the arts. Music and poetry exist in time; painting and architecture in space. But the dance lives at once in time and space.

In dance, even the weakest can do wonders.

Only the tango has continued to enjoy undiminished favor for more than twenty years in spite of polishing and refinement. To be sure, it is no pure Negro dance and owes its best qualities to the unusual dance talents of the Spaniards.

The dance lives in all mankind as a necessary motor-rhythmic expression of excess energy and the joy of living.

Whatever the nature of dance, it needs no onlooker, not even a single witness.