Solid Meddlin'
with Marienne Boyd
May 8, 1943
p. 18
(Pinch-Hitting for Marienne Boyd)
This column wants to start out this week by welcoming to the PV fold, William Kelley as managing editor and Marvel Cooke as his assistant. They are both veterans in newspaper jive. PV is sparing no expense to bring you the kind of paper you want.
Remember Johnny Hudgins[,] the guys [sic] who corked up and proceeded to make you split your sides without saying a word? Well, he’s still going strong at Moonglow in Buffalo. O.K. Banjo?
Knock Me A Kiss Louis Jordan won’t have to take Unk’s basic training ‘cause he’s got himself a hernia (the Army doctor said so) so now he can continue in the juice joints. Know all of you under 38 horn tooters wish you had a hernia or sompin’.
Meade Lux Louis is keeping the defense workers happy these nights with his Boogie Woogie piano at Baker’s Lounge in Detroit.
Libby (Moanin’ Low) Holman is still making the lily white customers raise their eyebrows when she appears on the floor with her dark but handsome guitarist, Josh White. If they only knew.
Musicians are not about to pounce on their national boss, Petrillo, for not getting straight this recording and transcription biz. Says they, the added revenue would help pay taxes which in turn, would help buy guns and tanks.
This seems to be Ellington week. He celebrated a birthday last Thursday, received an Achievement award at New York University on Wednesday and the Newspaper Guild Page I Award on Friday night.
Journeyed down B’way the other night to see Desert Victory at the Globe Theatre which incidentally gave me a better understanding of the hardships the fighting men are enduring in Africa but the thing which impressed me most, is the way the Globe has decorated its lounge and ladies’ room. Wouldn’t know about the room the gents use. The ladies have for your convenience, a fair size tigngee with a chrome clothes rack and a huge photograph of a beautiful movie star over the wash basin to keep your company. The one I used, had Ann Sheridan looking too, too torrid. Speaking of a modern vampire reminds me that the vamp of all times, Theda Bara, will be guest artist on Groucho Marx, program vi[a] CBS network, Saturday, May 8th.
You ought to listen to the Jericho Quartet some Sunday afternoon at 1:30 pm also CBS, if you go for closely blended harmony.
Can you imagine standing in front of a theatre from four to nine in the morning to be assure[d] of getting seats for the first performance? That is exactly what happened when Harry James opened the Paramount last week. The swingsters are taking over the small section of B’way that the Army and Navy didn’t get around to using.
The boys in the music world are hip hip horraying [sic] over the death of the three per cent tax on their salaries.