By the late 1930s the tinkle of silver spoons, porcelain cups, and the strings and harps of the 'The Dansant' had largely given way to the clatter of E.P.N.S., pot saucers, and the saxophones of the Tea Dance.

The strings and harps drifted out of the afternoon ballroom-some to the concert platform, some to the recording and broadcast 'sessions,' others to the odd 'masonics and weddings.' Most of these musicians, however, remember the heyday of the The Dansant with pleasure and affection.

Joyce Grenfell introduces some of their memories and some of their music.