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...Perry County, Ky., a candidate for sheriff thumbed a banjo and sang a long ballad about a cabin boy on the ship Golden Willow Tree. The cabin boy had been promised the captain's daughter in marriage if he would sink a rival ship, The Roverie. The cabin boy "bored nine holes" in the Roverie and then...
...rocking hymns like When the Saints Go Marching In, drum-heavy parade music like High Society and Maryland, My Maryland, and the quick-paced I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate ("she shakes like jelly on a plate"). Their tunes were old; their playing was steady beat, banjo-plunking, authentic New Orleans-and meant to dance to. Bunk and his bandmen couldn't understand why almost no one got up to dance...
...plot concocted of time-tested staples: the kindly, absent-minded accent (S. K. Sakall); the handsome, threadbare song-plugger (John Payne); the rich, respectable fop (Reginald Gardiner); the old-time hit tune (I'm Always Chasing Rainbows); the lavish dance sequence (performed in blackface on a 75-foot banjo to the tune of Darktown Strutters' Ball). The only really fresh face belongs to Frank Latimore, who plays Chicago department-store tycoon Irving Netcher (who is Rosie's current, real-life husband...
Bran Flakes & Kisses. The temperature was a chilly 46° when the Tigers and Cubs squared off for their big tea party last week. What followed was enough to give any big-league manager chills & fever. No exceptions were Chicago's banjo-strumming Charlie ("Jolly Cholly") Grimm and Detroit's pug-nosed Irishman, Steve O'Neill. And what went for them went for their wives: plump, chestnut-haired Lillian Lyle Grimm and dark, buxom Mary Boland O'Neill...
What made Grimm's Cubs run was not a roster-load of stars, but a compact team of workers, and a manager who knew how to get them to play together. Ham-fisted Manager Charlie ("The Banjo") Grimm looks like a man having fun. Standing in his third-base coaching box, he cups his big paws and joyously bellows out the count after each pitch. He wiggles and waddles back & forth, lets out an occasional piercing whistle, mimics rival pitchers...