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...Gravel Throat." Barris, the son of an old Coney Island partner of Eddie Cantor's, was a song writer of considerable savor (I Surrender, Dear; It Must Be True; Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams). He was also such a cocky little entertainer that the partners nicknamed him "Mr. Show Business." He worked up a fast routine with himself and Rinker at baby pianos, Crosby at his baby cymbal, rapid patter, breaks, and percussive slamming of the piano top by Barris himself. He wrote Mississippi Mud. The Rhythm Boys' record of it, with Crosby's doleful passage about...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: Rhythm Boys | 7/19/1943 | See Source »

...Philip Morris Co.'s ads stress that its cigarets cause less "throat irritation" than any other brand. According to FTC, the "scientific tests" on which this claim is based were inaccurate, and when smokers change to Philip Morris nose and throat irritation due to smoking is not cleared...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ADVERTISING: Cigaret Advertising | 7/12/1943 | See Source »

...surprised youngish musicians was the fact that beauteous Lillian Russell was also obviously a woman of voice. She took her high notes with operatic aplomb, turned her phrases with the delicacy of a diva. There was even a hint in the recording of the lump in Lillian's throat which she frequently got when she sang this particular song. That catch in the throat had a history...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Lillian on Wax | 7/12/1943 | See Source »

...seemed full of life when the column marched homeward to Leverett House through the late afternoon traffic. That rollicking song of the carefree soldier, "I've Got Sixpense," roared out of every throat with a wave of gusto, hitting the high notes especially on the line "Happy is the day when the Army gets...

Author: By Pfc. FRANK K. kelly, | Title: Specialist's Corner | 7/1/1943 | See Source »

...Nothing was changed. ... In the library, a light flashed on. ... I knew my mother was standing at the top of the stairs in her kitten's-ear broadcloth with the long train, the diamond butterfly from Tiffany's sparkling at the black-velvet ribbon around her throat. . . . But I couldn't see her for the mist in my eyes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: After Indian Summer | 6/28/1943 | See Source »

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