Word: al
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...shmoo was discovered by Al Capp's Li'l Abner. When, last month, he began to hear strange music which sounded like "shmoooooooooooo!", his eager pursuit of the lilting sound was barred by an amazon of fierce and busty aspect. ("Ah sees to it," said she, "that th' shmoon don't come over th' mount'in.") Nevertheless, Li'l Abner penetrated into the forbidden Valley of the Shmoon, where a sage clad only in his own beard, called Old Man Mose, frantically explained the shmoo situation to the intruder. "Shmoos...
...trim little maestro who serves up this musical corn felt that its popularity was natural and deserved. Said Bandleader-Songwriter Al Trace: "We always knew this music was in for keeps. Other stuff comes & goes, but this is the people . . . We play down to them, play requests and mention their names. We give them a good time and we play stuff they can dance to. How can you miss...
...Cocksure little Al Trace was packing a spot where anyone had to be both good and loud to blow away the memories of more memorable bands-the famed Coon-Sanders orchestra; or Ben Pollack's band, which featured a young trombonist named Glenn Miller and a clarinetist named Benny Goodman. Kay Kyser had started his College of Musical Knowledge there...
...Al Capp himself is more of a writer than an illustrator. Like most comics, his strips are stories with standard scenes and characters, and liberal slices of cheesecake on the side. But the profusion of bit parts in Capp's cast-Lonesome Polecat, Fearless Fosdick, Stubborn J. Tolliver and Skelton McCloset the murdering musician-are unforgettably pictured...
...worth their keep, to Showman Billy, were any of the Met's 38 directors: "Letting Belmont, Bliss, Colt, Dillon, Reed, Whitney, Winthrop et al. boss our most complicated entertainment venture is as daffy as letting Harpo Marx run U.S. Steel. In the old days . . . Otto Kahn and his contemporaries . . . were willing to pay for the privilege of making the Met their hobby . . . But today's directors have shown little facility with the fountain pen . . . they (should) hold one last meeting and fire themselves...