Word: jitterbugged
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...trombonist Don Matteson are two of the best. Besides having a marvelous classical background, one of tenor saxman Herby Haymer's joys in life is to work in things like "Hymn to the Sun" in arrangements of "Liza"--also making faces that only a mother could love or a jitterbug appreciate...
...joining Bob Crosby to take over piano duties, Joe Sullivan retiring for another vacation . . . Singer Bob Eberle is leaving Jimmy Dorsey to go with Bobby Byrn's new band. But both will remain with Dorsey for the time being. . . Artie Shaw's huffiness about having to use jitterbug terms in his MGM picture strengthens the impression that he has gone highhat. So do the three law suits he is involved in right now for having made himself generally obnoxious, the worst offence being at the Canadian National Exposition when he arrived three hours late, and upon being gently reminded...
Even the title, "Bachelor Mother," sounds good,--almost too good for the Hays Office. But it's really a false alarm. Ginger Rogers insists she found the baby and that makes it all right. The ensuing complications, involving a department store, a jitterbug contest, and David Niven, all add up to delightful fare, even for the most heavily armor-plated movie-goer. David Niven has climbed another rung towards a well-deserved stardom. Miss Rogers does a fine job, even though the shadows of Fred Astaire and such triumphs as "Top Hat" and "The Castles" still lurk wistfully...
...record industry was so sick its own backers almost gave it up for dead. Today, it is not only up and around again; it has fattened into one of the fastest growing businesses in the U. S., with an annual gross of some $36,000,000. Every disc-buying jitterbug knows that records have been booming, but why, and just how much, has been anybody's guess. Last week in a figure-packed survey, FORTUNE put an end to guessing...
Across the George Washington Bridge in New Jersey, sitting high and cinematic on the Palisades, is Ben Marden's ornate million-dollar Riviera. Its show, gaudy and gay but clean as one of Beau Brummell's neckcloths, has routine ballet and crooning, a panting jitterbug fest, Comic Joe Lewis, who-after rusticating most of the evening-goes to town at the end, and Mary Raye and Naldi, whose beautiful dancing steals the show...