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...yards of cloth, 3,000 gallons of paint, 1,500,000 yards of baby ribbon a year. But both partners clam up when they are asked about profits. All Partner Rowland will say about the net income on 1943's $1,000,000 gross is: "We ain't complainin...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: TOYS: Oh, You Beautiful Doll | 1/3/1944 | See Source »

...York ain't America, John. But Chicago is. . . . Well, I guess it's much the same way with us. Manchester, Bradford, or Newcastle - they'll tell you London's all right, but they're the places where the jobs get done. . . . Down here back of the Loop and among these warehouses - well, it might be most any place in England. Salford or Sunderland or Wapping, I guess. It looks kinda grey and squalid, doesn't it? Chicago's not all beautiful like the lake shore. It's far too big for that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: An Englishman Looks at the U.S. | 1/3/1944 | See Source »

...great friend and prime pianistic inspiration, James Price Johnson. Genial, blue-black Jimmie worked out on a Steinway at one of Guitarist Eddie Condon's rousing jazz concerts in Manhattan's Town Hall, played a medley of Fats Waller's tunes including Honeysuckle Rose, Clothesline Ballet, Ain't Misbehavin'. He played them the way Fats would have wanted them played...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Jimmie | 12/27/1943 | See Source »

Died. Thomas Wright ("Fats") Waller, 39, famed jazz pianist and composer (TIME, Aug. 9); of bronchopneumonia; in Kansas City. A Harlem pastor's son, portly, powerful, 2/o-lb. Fats Waller wrote such jazz classics as Honeysuckle Rose, Ain't Misbehavin', My Fate Is in Your Hands, I've Got a Feelin' I'm Fallin'. He once defined swing (for a serious young woman): "Lady, if you got to ask, you ain...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones, Dec. 27, 1943 | 12/27/1943 | See Source »

...stared at the whizzing landscape, at bright-paned homes merging with descending dark. . . . They dreamed on it with hungry eyes. One lad not more than 21, his leg amputated, told the soldier across the aisle: 'Even the dump piles look swell.' The other soldier nodded: 'You ain't kiddin...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: U.S. At War: Coming Home | 12/20/1943 | See Source »

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