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When his Maple Leaf Rag (1899) made him independent, he quit the honky-tonk circuit and left Sedalia, Mo., a town revered by ragtimers as New Orleans is by the jazzbos, and set himself up as a respectable teacher in St. Louis. He turned out rags by the dozens (including Peacherine Rag and The Easy Winners), and even six serious etudes to help "amateur players" learn how to keep that steady beat with the left hand while syncopating off the beat with the right. His biggest ambition was to compose a ragtime opera. Before he died...
...difficult to tell why Miss Grable chooses this particular picture to act and Mr. Mature doesn't. Starting out as a honky-tonk singer Miss Grable acquits herself well, for fast music is the only type of song that I'm sure she was intended for. It may be difficult to conceive of her singing "Shimmy Like My Sister Kate" while wearing a gee string and something else, but she does it well. However, when she is called on to tell smiling Phil Harris that she doesn't love him, I felt sorry for her, because words without music...
...theater back to Washington was nothing loftier than the fact that the bottom had dropped out of burlesque at the old Gayety, so the management went legit. For the New Gayety's opening with a touring company of The Barretts of Wimpole Street, starring Susan Peters, honky-tonk Ninth Street bloomed with klieg lights and dinner-jacketed Congressmen and diplomats...
...fictitious California city, Gable is an ex-longshoreman who keeps political scamps in line by dumping them into the fish pond in front of city hall. Loretta Young is a prissily elegant mayor from Maine. The two meet at a San Francisco mayors' convention, go through a honky-tonk brawl, two arrests, some smooching in the fog, and, finally, a joint triumph of love and two-fisted political virtue...
Along toward dawn one morning last week, Screen Actor Humphrey Bogart was sitting, in person, in Manhattan's not quite haut monde saloon, the Stork Club. It was the hour when it is virtually impossible to decide whether a rumba band goes bonkle bonkle tonk, or tonkle tonkle bonk; when waiters' arches ache, and blondes brush the hair out of their eyes in a queenly way. Bogart, who was sipping happily on a drink, decided to send out for two 22-lb. stuffed pandas...