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A good friend of Guy's tells you things about him only a good friend knows. See page 50 for the time of his show.
JACK SHER
YOU WILL BE GLAD YOU READ
THIS STORY, AS HEART WARM
ING AS THE LOMBARDO MUSIC
IT is comparatively easy to write something about celebrities you meet for the first time. They tell you interesting facts about their lives, you get spur of the moment impressions, most of them are very genial and pleasant. You go home and write how enjoyable it was talking to them, how they have shaped their careers, and about their romances, if there are any.
But, when you know a person well — as I know Guy Lombardo — and you think a great deal of that person — as I do of Guy — and you sit down and try to tell someone else about him, what a grand person he really is — that, readers, is not easy.
Whenever I think of Guy, and what he actually is, it comes in pictures, like —
A small orchestra going broke in Cleveland, Ohio, and sticking it out because they had faith in their leader, an unknown — Guy Lombardo.
Getting their first break by creating a style of music that other musicians laughed at.
And, still later, Guy Lombardo, with the same bunch of
boys that stuck with him in Cleveland, playing at the world's largest beach resort while thousands stand listening to them. Young, eager bodies pressed tightly against the bandstand, hearing the music that Guy had faith in, none of them dancing, barely moving. Just listening and happy.
Guy Lombardo spreading music around, music that took years to develop, music that makes people happy.
Leaning over the bandstand for an hour after the program has closed, signing autograph books; smiling, laughing, making the little kids with the green and red autograph books beam, and push.
Guy Lombardo, human, warm, down to earth, a guy with a big heart who likes to see others enjoying themselves.
Never too important to stop and chat with strangers about music.
Or encourage a song plugger.
Or buy hot dogs for two little girls with blonde hair.
An ace band leader, perhaps the best in the country, who says to the lady in sun goggles, (Continued on page 69)
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