Word: tuneful
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...talked a great deal, the result was left to Newport's 25,000 citizens who make their living off the "summer people" and the sailors from the Naval station. For 17 years the Mayor of Newport has always been a Democrat. Last week, though, Newporters, in political tune with the rest of their Congressional district (see p. 20), chose a Republican named Henry Stevens Wheeler, 41, onetime newshawk. While local red-bloods were solely responsible for the change, visiting bluebloods warmly applauded over their teacups...
Bandmaster Metz's rousing tune, in ragtime which was then becoming the rage, became the theme song of the Spanish-American War a dozen years later. Theodore Roosevelt, says Theodore Metz. took a baton and led Metz's band through A Hot Time. Also, with typical Roosevelt enthusiasm, the President of the U. S. exclaimed: "I'm proud to shake the hand of the man who wrote the song that stirred the nation...
Composer Metz also claims he wrote that other ragtime classic. Ta-Ra-Ra- Boom-De-Ay, a matter of dispute since the tune may have sprung from oldtime honky-tonks as did Frankie & Johnny, or may have been written by one of Metz's colleagues, the late Henry J. Savers. For writing A Hot Time, which Publisher Marks estimates has sold more than 1,000,000 copies, Composer Metz still receives royalties from its frequent cinema and radio performances...
Last month Publisher Marks gave the genial oldster who is featured on such nostalgic occasions as the advent of Repeal a song title, told him to write a waltz to it. Metz went home, scratched out a tune on his violin. Last week his waltz, There's A Secret in My Heart, was publicly sung for the first time by Dale Wimbrow on the Eskimo Pie program over the NBC Blue Network. Theodore Metz was introduced to the radio audience. His latest song turned out to be "corny," smooth, banal. Publisher Marks predicted success for it. But many...
...thousands of New Yorkers who on summer nights go to the Mall in Central Park, to the campus of New York University or to Prospect Park in Brooklyn to listen to Edwin Franko Goldman's band, no tune is more familiar than his march, On the Mall. Well do they know its words, its lively chorus with breaks during which they whistle and sing la-la-la-la. One night last week the Goldman Band launched into On the Mall, but for once not under the baton of white-mopped Bandmaster Goldman. On the podium stood a dark, chunky...