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...threat to sue stumpy, pale Dr. Fernandez Artucio was too much for Uruguay's pride. Out of the files again came an 80-page indictment. Into the jug again went Nazi Leader Arnulf Fuhrmann and seven of his disciples. Führer Fuhrmann cheerfully admitted hatching the plot, insisted it was just a joke. After reports had been published of Nazi plans to invade Patagonia, he chuckled, he had built up the hoax to tickle the ribs of his fellow Germans in Argentina...
...hamlets in the Blue Ridge and the Cumberland, a perennial visitor for 25 years has been a lean, loquacious man, with a slight British accent and a portable recording apparatus. Grey-haired Arthur Edward Satherly is paymaster, musical coach, father confessor to the blues singers, hillbilly fiddlers, guitar-strummers, jug-players, washboard-slappers who make Columbia's Okeh* records by the dozen. In this grass-roots musical field, only Decca competes with Columbia. Decca's hillbilly man is David Kapp...
...save this country from encroachers and despoilers we are going to need all that wild piratical blood. My ancestor (remember Commodore Edward M. Preble of Old Ironsides fame) rode into this Ohio country as an itinerant Methodist preacher . . . a pistol in his belt and a jug of Monongahela whiskey tied to his saddle. He was a pioneer, ripe for a fight or a frolic at any moment. He found both, aplenty...
...ambition which comes upon many a citizen, especially when he is in his cups, is to lead a band. Most professional band leaders do not encourage these amateur impulses. But last week Leader Sammy Kaye, a smart, sandy, jug-eared young man whose slogan is "Swing and Sway with Sammy Kaye," turned this yen to good account. When he was winding up a recent engagement at Manhattan's Hotel Commodore, Sammy Kaye had let the enthusiastic drunks go through the motions of leading his orchestra, awarded champagne to the best and funniest. Last week, on a tour of movie...
When Jack Kapp was recording master for Brunswick, he used to roam the South looking for new hillbilly quartets, jug bands, spiritual singers, colored jazz outfits and blues shouters to add to Brunswick's list. Jack Kapp not only has big, useful ears, but kind eyes and a soft heart. When he returned to Chicago with his recordings, so depressed would he feel about the underprivileged folk among whom he traveled that it would take two or three nights listening to the Civic Opera before he felt right again. For Mr. Kapp understood Beethoven as well as 3-woogie...