Word: cole
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...reason he was so inimitable is that few songwriters have ever traveled in the places and circles that Cole Porter made his natural world. He was born rich. He was educated to his manicured fingertips. He spent his best years lounging in wing collars against exotic backgrounds with the sleekest peacocks of two worlds...
...Material came from home too. When Ethel Merman sang the funny patter song By the Mississine-wah in 1943's Something for the Boys, she was singing about the river that flowed through the 750-acre property in rural Indiana, where Cole Porter was raised. His father was an Indiana fruitgrower, and his grandfather was a coal and timber baron worth $50 million. As a boy, Porter was a prodigy who was writing songs before he was ten. When he got to Yale (class of 1913), he immortalized the college mascot; Yalemen will remember him forever as the chap...
Died. Fred Cole, 63, California swimsuit designer who in the 1920s broke away from the drab, all-covering "woollies" of the day with low-backed, rainbow-colored bathing suits, went on to pioneer, with curve-clinging Lastex fabric, the bare midriff and the two-piece suit, but never countenanced the bikini; of cancer; in Los Angeles...
...WANT TO BE HURT ANYMORE (Capitol) was the hit in Nat King Cole's anthology for jilted lovers, including Only Yesterday, You're Crying on My Shoulder, Road to Nowhere, and Was That the Human Thing to Do?. It seems as though Everybody Hurts Somebody...
...Bagley has already issued a similar collection of artifacts from Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart. After Cole Porter, he plans to revisit Noel Coward and Jerome Kern. He has two recondite versions of Kern's Smoke Gets in Your Eyes, which was an early failure, having begun its existence, startlingly enough, as a military march called I'm Marching Off to War. Bagley also has some high-powered Coward, most notably an item called Carrie Was a Careful Girl, which is, of all things, a ballad about contraceptives...