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...more sympathy; once when he quit looking for work to concentrate on painting, she left him until he agreed to go back to work. But he kept stubbornly on, making his own brushes by cutting up a clothes brush. Once, he broke down. "The day I came walkin' into the Redfern Gallery, I felt I couldn't go on much longer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Making Their Ears Twitch | 6/21/1954 | See Source »

Died. Fred E. Ahlert, 64, popular songwriter (I'll Get By, Walkin' My Baby Back Home, Where the Blue of the Night Meets the Gold of the Day); of a heart attack; in Manhattan...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones, Nov. 2, 1953 | 11/2/1953 | See Source »

Last week it looked as though the song might have been an error instead of a hit. Leathery-faced Guy Howard, 59, who wrote a poignant book, Walkin' Preacher of the Ozarks (TIME, Nov. 20, 1944), about his itinerant evangelism in the mountains, had heard the song and gone to law about it. The piece, he charged, was a "burlesque on me and maligns my work and Christianity." In St. Louis federal court, Evangelist Howard asked $1,000,000 damages from RCA Victor, Decca and Capitol record companies...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Walkin' Preacher | 6/25/1951 | See Source »

...This here song," the late Huddie ("Lead Belly") Ledbetter used to explain, "was made about a man an' a girl was walkin' along one Sunday evenin'. Jus' befo' this girl an' man got to de house, she said, 'You ask my mother for me, when you get home.' The man tol' her, 'All right' . . . An' he went back to de girl an' she say, 'What did mamma tell you?' He looked at Irene-her name was Irene-an' here what he said ..." Then...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Good Night, Irene | 8/14/1950 | See Source »

...sundown the gals come a-pourin out of the woods for the frolic like ants out of an old log when t'other end's afire. [Then] an old Hardshell preacher* come a-walkin in out of nowhar in the dark, with his mouth mortised into his face in a shape like a mule's hoof, heels down. . . . Like all Hardshells, he was dead agin women and lovely sounds and motions and dancin and cussin and kissin. [But] the whiskey part of the frolic he had nothin agin...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Preachers, Varments, Planners | 2/10/1947 | See Source »

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