What? The headline makes perfect sense to me. What did you think it was referring to? Honi soit qui mal y pense.
The shagging in question is not the English sort but the dancing kind, to that delightful musical genre known as “Beach Music,” which was the subject of a lengthy article in a 2013 issue of O. Henry, which bills itself “the art and soul of Greensboro.” The story centers on a legendary nightspot in ’60s called the Castaways. Writes author Stephen E. Smith:
A male who danced at the Castaways wore a sports jacket and tie… over a starched white Oxford-cloth button-down shirt cursively monogrammed at the collar and cuff. Trousers were usually high-waisted, with a shiny alligator belt transvexing the dancer like a sack of meal. It was obvious that footwear was of the utmost importance… and highly-buffed alligator wingtipped tasseled loafers were the shoe of choice. I possessed none of the appropriate accouterments, but hoped to skate by with my khaki trousers, a blue dress shirt sans monogram, my new Harris Tweed sport coat, and Weejuns.
The article is viewable online by heading over here and scrolling to page 59.
White updating the link to this post, I came across another article on the Beach Music and Carolina Shag scene in the ’60s, which includes the following line:
I couldn’t help but notice that one of the guys was much more handsome than the other. Dressed in his madras shorts and sockless Weejuns, he looked like a model, all toned and tan and fine.
Tone up, gentlemen, and show of those bronzed legs and sockless Weejuns, a look said to originate in none other than North Carolina. — CC