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...believe us? Well, where do you think those lilting refrains emanate from every Monday and Wednesday nights? Yas, sub, from none other than our own swing band. Who's in it, and where do they come from? Well, stand at ease, fella, and we'll tell ya. Thus far we've got five pieces--now wait a second, wuddya mean they probably don't sound so hot with only five fellas? Listen, skipper, each one of those jive bugs is an orchestra in himself. You still don't believe it? O.K., just name a man in these parts...
What was that remark? He's probably the only one they have? Fella, you haven't been around very much, have you--wotchya doin'--readin' C.I. all the time? Take that fella who sits next to him "Slush" Buskirk. The armed forces don't have to take Tommy Dorsey if they want a real trombone player. Heck, no, we've got the ace right here in our own ball park. And what about Merv Lysing on the sax? Minnesota sure lost a good bet when he went to Harvard here. And the rhythm section only two pieces, but man, they...
...means the tracks have told him that, a day before, the missing pilot was beginning to walk unsteadily or, worst sign of all, broke into a staggering run for a few steps. When the man is found the Boong invariably sees him first, points ahead with a laconic: "Him fella there...
Boongs, some of whom speak fair mission English, are almost invariably friendly to white men, but take a low view of the Japanese. Their standard appraisal: "Jap, him all along bad fella." This attitude, plus the pidgin English system of communication, brought both fright and embarrassment to a U.S. fighter pilot who had a forced landing. Two naked black men with rifles popped up, disarmed him and made signs for him to put his hands up. Stepping back, the pilot tapped his chest impressively and said: "Me American!" Replied one of the Abos: "Well, why didn...
Because only six of the Dresser melodies (best: My Gal Sal, Wabash, The Convict and The Bird) were considered sufficiently undated, Songwriters Leo Robin and Ralph Rainger turned out four new tunes. Any or all of them (Here You Are, Oh, The Pity Of It All, Me and My Fella, On The Great White Way) should be best-seller-bound...