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®t)e iilontfjlp l^ecorb continued P BACHELOR CORNER: man talk Falnan tlie Swoon King tells me he likes a gal who can talk about everything Iroin Sinatra to sinitnik. Sure, he goes lor a little high-|)iteheil swooning, hut he digs good eonveisation the niostest on a ilate night-out. . . . "11 a gal’s got a sense ol hninor, I'ln all lor seeing her again. But il she can give me |iointers on my lavorite subject, astrology. I'll never sto]) seeing her," says Edd Byrnes, the Kookie Kid. . . . I’hil Everly’s jiet [leeve is a girl who screams while she rides the hack seat of his motor scooter. . . . Tony Perkins loves swimming dates, especially "if the gal can’t swim and she lets me teach her.” You should see Tony high-dive. Slick as a reed. . . . Singer Tommy Leonetti exjjlains why he fell for Pat Quinn. "She has such a wonderful way of making me feel like a man. She's so feminine, so cool and chicky. Never lifts a finger, always lets me he boss, .^nd I love it!” He adds, “Besides, she’s got those Itig, wiile, lluttery, helpless eyes, and, man, 1 just couldn’t help myself! ” . . . If you want to get Will Hutchins’ dander up, don’t ask him to do a ‘■(■owhoy roiie” trick at a party. . . . Tommy Sands’ Australian llame flipped for Tommy’s South .Seas bongo act. and she carries a bongo with her now wherever she goes. Insists she’s going to learn to accompany Tommy. . . . Tom my and 1 sptuit a night recently at an (dfheat (Iieek night ( luh in New 't ork — I he Kephisia on West 27th .Street. I'ommy eouhlu’t get enough ol that wild (Ireek jazz played on a "houzouki” — similar to the hanjo--hy the lahulous houzouki playei, Pappaioaunou. . . . j'wo new six-loot-two haehelors have invaded Hollywood to the sweet sound (d banshee yells fiom Ians: Troy Donahue, who’s starring opposite Sandra Dee in “A Summer Place," and Gardner .McKay, who’ll appear in a South Seas lA series, "Adventure in Paradise." . . . Elvis writes he’s learning a yodel serenade. . . . lab Hunter’s tiext album’s been recorded right in the heart of hillhilly country: Nashville, Tennessee. Tab received the key to the city and waxed his new EP disc in the famous Grand Ole Opry hall. Tab’s turned into cpiite a singer. His new album: "When I Fall In Eove . . .” is a smash (it has jacket notes, by the way, by yours truly). . . . Hawaiian wigs flipped when Frankie Avalon donned a hula skirt in Aloha Isle and shimmied to tlu' solt strains of a ukulele in the blue Pacihc moonlight. . . . Paul .Alika’s personal appearance trip through Europe was a humdinger. Ereneh gals decided to start ".Spy Gliipies" for Paul. I hey write him news of how his records are selling in Paris. Frankie Avalon hula' ed in Hawaii and Tommy Sands bongo’ed. hut Paul Anku topped 'em. His French fans formed “Spy Cliques.” lURNTABlE VOX POX BACKSTAGE WITH PETER GUm When Peter Gunn’s composer. Hank Mancini (and if you haven’t listened to his Peter Gnnn music, you’re missing out on the jazz score of the year), visited me in my Mother Hubhard euphoard at the ofhce, we talked about everything from steel mills to "ad lib” jazz. Hank grew up in the steel-mill country of Western Pennsylvania, and he played piano for proms and holiday dances with highschool hands in his teens. “Best teacher of all,” commented Hank, "is old Mr. Experience. If you really want to do sor..ething, do it — and the experience you get’ll he your best booster. 1 was nuts about music, and I was crazy about show business. So I guess I’\e found a ha|ipy marriage of the two in TV!” But, Hank adds, it’s good to listen to differen. kinds of music, to study the types that are popular before you begin composing your own. Hank calls his brand of music "ad lib” jazz because it’s so free and easy. Sorry, gals. Hank’s married, with twin daughters, Monica and Felice, and a son, Chris. continued P')^)!^ SHAGGY DOG. Did you ever hear a dog talking? Well, you can. Here’s Shaggy, warbling and shullling through the "Shaggy Dog .Shag,” "Shaggy Dog Gha Gha Gha” and "Flat Floot Floogie,” with Fred MaeMurray as guest saxophonist Iiliis a dog-harking chorus. Every Shaggy album is autograidied with a neat paw pritit. Disneyland. )^)^)^ DORIS DAY: Guttin’ Ciapers. She’s everybody’s sweetheart, this glad-hearted doll, and her sunshiny moods are infectious as you listen to her sing "Why Don’t We Do This More Often” and “I’m Sittin’ on Top of the World” in this Columbia allium of Dodo songology. )^)^)/ FLAT ROCK BALLADS. Sung and played by Carl Sandburg. Recorded in folksinger Sandburg’s Carolina country, most of the songs are as American as corn-on-the-cob, from “I Could Not Find My Baby-0” to "Suckin’ Cider Through a Straw.” Singer Sandliurg’s eighty years old, plays his own guitar accompaniment and sings in a warm, rich voice. Columbia. YOUR PHIZZOG Wherever he goes, whenever he’s alone. King Elvis has the habit of carrying a paperback book of poems for relaxation. One of his fav( rite poems is “Phizzog” — and he’ll bet you can’t name the poet who wrote it. The poi m goes — This face you got. This here phizzog you carry around. You never picked it out for yourself, at all. at all — did you? This here phizzog — somebody' handed it to you — am I right? Somebody said, “Here’s yours, now go see what you can do with it.” Somebody slipped it to you and it was like a package marked: “No goods exchanged after being taken away” — This face you got. 12