[upbeat big band music]
- Dolly Tirpe: My father built the dance pavilion. Virgin Forest Park. He loved music, he liked people. He charged the men $1.75, but the women were free. Let the hens in and charge the roosters, and you'll always have a big crowd. [laughs]
I remember spike heels, when they came in, in the early '20s. This was the flapper age. The blouses were straight. They weren't fit to your figure. And they rolled their socks. It was moonshiners, lots of 'em up here. It was probably rot-gut, but they drank it. [laughs] Dad wouldn't let 'em have moon in the dance hall. He forgot about the roof. There's snow on the roof, you know, and it caved in. Just went ploop! [laughs]

[dreamy music]