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...composer (Robert Russell Bennett) had tried to dignify the Brooklyn Dodgers baseball club with a Symphony in D (TIME, May 26, 1941). Last year George (Tubby the Tuba) Kleinsinger had the Metropolitan Opera's Robert Merrill warbling his Brooklyn Baseball Cantata. Last week, all such pretenses of musical dignity were gone, but with two new tunes in their bat box, the National League's colorful Dodgers were slugging hard in the jump, jive and jukebox league...
Bugs & Slide Trombones. As a freckle-faced boy, Chuck was mostly interested in collecting bugs, growing gourds and sunflowers, hunting with a .22 rifle, and fishing in little Mud River. He played in the school band, starting with a big bull tuba but settling finally for a slide trombone. He went to Methodist Sunday school, stayed out of trouble, and was quiet almost to the point of being timid. "Nobody ever noticed Charlie Yeager much," says Lyle E. Ashworth, a classmate, "until 1943 when he buzzed the town in a P47 and sent old Mrs. Lon Richardson to the hospital...
...Detroit Symphony Orchestra musicians, peacefully packing their instruments after rehearsal, gave a startled gasp. Across the stage, bellowing like a Straussian tuba, rushed Henry H. Reichhold, the terrible-tempered industrialist (Reichhold Chemicals, Inc.) and chief financial backer of the orchestra. His shouts were directed at First Cellist Georges Miquelle for "disloyalty." Miquelle left, but his leaving snapped an old and mounting tension...
...this afternoon when you cheer the blend of fife and tuba that is "Wintergreen," look for a moment at the man with the Dewey button and the tear in his eye and the man with the Truman button and the tear in his eye. These men understand. They know whose absence it is that makes the heart grow heavier this autumn. And not all the brass in Bubduk can blow loud enough to make up the loss of John P. Wintergreen...
...provided by far the best entertainment of the afternoon with a post-intermission selection of beer music in true Austrian style, fairly bringing down the house. Known otherwise as "The Hungry Five," these gentlemen sported the thickest of gutterel accents, the nattiest of knee-length stockings, and a monstrous tuba that was seven feet tall if it was an inch, grinding out such old favorites as "If You Knew Brunnhilde Like I Know Brunnhilde" ("wow--wow--wow what a frau") and Becthoven's 10th Symphony which smacked suspiciously of "Roll Out the Barrel." Fifteen minutes of slapstick were never more...