Word: songful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Song-&-Glance Man Maurice Chevalier, who made a pile in Hollywood in 1935, returned to the scene of his triumph and was promptly buttonholed by the state tax collector. Chevalier, who declared he had forgotten all about it, sighed, handed over the delinquency...
...Song for song, few of Tin Pan Alley's tunesmiths can match the havoc wrought by a gum-chewing Oklahoman named Jack Owens. He has an assist on a public nuisance of 1941 called The Hut-Sut Song, wrote Hi, Neighbor, a song which has become the nightly entering wedge of Pal Joey-type masters of ceremony the U.S. over. He composed for Red Skelton something called I Dood It, and in his own tenor voice has crooned the merits of orange drinks and frankfurters for singing commercials...
...written the lyrics five years ago, to a simple tune by Sammy Kaye's arranger, Carroll Lucas. No one paid any attention to it, even when Owens was plugging it on ladies' laps. Then, a year ago, the Reynolds Pen Co. hired Owens to record the Rocket Song, hoping that listeners would be reminded of Rocket Pens. Owens got a chance to slip How Soon? on the other side of the record. Disc jockeys started playing it, and requests poured in. He expects to earn $100,000 from the song...
...playing in the yard eyed us closely. They too were prisoners (the Communists use children for petty spying and to plant explosives, the guide said). Most of the other prisoners, standing in military formations, were singing. Phrase by phrase, the grey-uniformed men followed their tenor leaders in one song called I Love My Gun, another, Victory Song. They sang in excellent unison, breath steaming in the cold...
They shouted, cheered, and-a rare event in France-whistled. Lena could do no wrong: she even got away with a song in schoolgirl French. After the show, admirers followed her to her dressing room. Next day France Soir splashed a three-column picture of her on Page One, and captioned it: "A triumph."* Would she stay on in France, as Josephine Baker had? Said Lena: "Hell no! I got a family in Brooklyn...