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RADIO REVUE
A VALLEEdictory
G. Maillard-Kesslere.
Here is the Bard of Broadway, surrounded by a
flock of the songs for which he has been
responsible.
TJDITOR'S NOTE — When Dale Wj Wimbrow showed us the lines he had written about Rudy Vallee, we were ready to award him RADIO REVUE'S prize for the best contribution outlining a reader's opinion of the reasons underlying Rudy's success.
But, with becoming modesty, Dale declined to have his composition entered in the contest, saying he did not think, it was quite fair that he, a professional song -writer, should compete -with our other readers. However, he said we could use his effusion in whatever -way -we -wished, so here it is.
By DALE WIMBROW
TpVERY Mary, fane and Sally I J Raves about this Rudy Vallee;
All the magazines an' "tabs" are fidl of junk
'Bout the name that he's been gainin',
But, fer all o' the explainin',
'Tivixt the two of us — the most of it is bunk.
Ym a friend o' his, I'm hopin' ,
An', ivhile others have been gropin'
Fer the reason, I have known it all along;
'Tain't his looks, er sex-appealin',
Er the style the rest are stealin';
It's the plain an' simple way he sings a song.
While the rest of us were bio win',
This here Vallee guy teas showin'
What it means to sing a song 'as she is tvrit';
Fer, with all this "boop-a-doopy"
Folks got tired o' viakin' ivhoopee
An' them soot bin' songs jest had to be a hit.
Don't fcrgit this, ivhile you're readin',
That a thing this world is needin'
Is a little more politeness, man to man;
Vallee's style, while self-effacious,
Came just like a cool oasis
In a greedy, money-grubbin' desert land.
We don't like him, men are boastin' ,
But the cause of all the roastin'
Ain't his manner, er his method, er his curls;
'Taint his songs — though they are cleaner —
Er his voice, er his demeanor;
It's the flutter he has caused among the girls.
While we men take up the hammer
An' protest, an' "yip" an' "yammer,"
Our best girl friend tacks his photo on the wall;
First we're cussin', then we're moonin',
He jest goes on softly croonin' —
Maybe Vallee is the wise guy after all.