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...back, pays tribute to Satchmo the composer. Louis Armstrong's compositions have always been overshadowed by his virtuoso performances of other people's work, though he has written several hundred pieces, among the better known being Gate Mouth Blues, Brother Bill and Hear Me Talkin' to Ya. Hackett proves to have a real feeling for the Armstrong style, and his cornet solos, backed by authentic-sounding tuba, saxophone, banjo, trombone, piano and drums, are incisive and bouncy. Pick of the lot: Someday You'll Be Sorry, with Hackett's cornet and Sonny Russo...
...then jammed the air waves confessing. "Dang me, they ought to take a rope and hang me," he keeps singing. Nobody is arguing with him, but so far the only action against him has been taken by Ruby Wright, who sings an answer to Dang Me called Dern Ya. In the meanwhile Miller has gone on writing songs like those that fill this album, e.g., Squares Make the World Go Round...
...true that Lohr, an elfin man who at 73 still runs the museum, shamelessly believes in the old showman's rule of "Ya gotta get 'em in the tent." Every exhibit clamors for the attention of the passing public-and then goes on to hammer real knowledge into the heads of people ranging in age, as Lohr puts it, "from two to toothless." The museum, which just received its 50 millionth visitor, is probably the world's biggest institution of informal, nonobligatory mass scientific education...
...ya gonna keep him down on the farm when he's out on $140,000 bail (and appealing his three mail-fraud convictions)? It's more than ordinarily tough when the country boy is Texas Fizz Kid Billy Sol Estes, 39. A 24-ft. sign now rising over an El Paso building reads "Billy Sol Estes, Importer and Exporter of Fine Products," and though Pecos Bill is listed only as an "employee" of the shop (one way to avoid a stampede of creditors), it looks as though he is starting up for real in the Mexican scrape...
...pass at daddy's flammable blonde wife, Carroll Baker. "You wouldn't dare!" she screams. But in a movie like this, a statement like that means let's dance. In no time at all, the lady appears in black chiffon to ask: "How d'ya like my widow's weeds?" As the girl eventually transformed into Rina Marlowe, a doomed Hollywood sex goddess, Actress Baker seems uncertain about which actress living or dead she is not supposed to resemble. Although her widely publicized nude scene has been disnuded, she wears costumes that thinly conceal...