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...take the present darling, Dinah Shore. She is undoubtedly a far more capable singer than Hutton, especially in projecting her personality through radio and records. In the main, though, hers is a very limited and pedestrian talent compared with even the average swing musician's. Dinah's best interpretations are expressly designed for romance, and she is more than adept. Other times she signs pleasantly, if that well. If you like her, fine. But if you can listen to Benny Goodman, can separate the slag from the gold, and still like Dinah, your standards are inconsistent...
Pure sex-appeal gets tiresome, consequently the enormous turnover of female singers in bands. How many really miss Martha Tilton, Edythe Wright or Connie Haines? And when Dinah Shore gets out of her element and tries to sing "Mississippi Mud," the handwriting is on the wall. Dinah may be able to stave off the ash-can for as long as five years; Hollywood may help. Unless she develops a more positive personality and style, however, she is a goner for sure...
Chances are you've never heard of "Mississippi Mud." By way of explanation, Paul Whiteman's version of it was the rage of the late twenties, for Bix Beiderbecke's cornet solo and the Rhythm Boys' singing. Beyond a doubt Dinah took her cue from the record, but no one who has heard it will be surprised to know that she loused up the song good and plenty. In spite of all her speeches about how she learned to sing by listening to the Negroes back home, da-own Sa-outh, Dinah's singing has very little of the true...
...Dinah, wary of celebrity hunters, declares: "They'll never turn me into a glamor girl." She prefers the armed forces, likes to pass the soldiers' hangout near the Vine Street Brown Derby, greeting soldiers (especially privates) with: "Hi ya, soldier! My name's Dinah. What's yours?" "Once I get them and they get me," she says, "we have a wonderful time." She has stopped her car to sing her head off to a one-man sentry in the desert...
Last March Dinah went home to Nashville to sing at a war rally. She was met by local dignitaries. Crowds cheered as she tripped down a red carpet from the train to the biggest limousine in town. A motorcycle corps escorted her as the procession swirled into Church Street-Nashville's Fifth Avenue. Dinah burst into tears, could not sing a note...