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There's Only One for Me ... By Bing
OF all the sayings, rules, axioms, and adages handed down from parent to child, I never forgot this one of my father's.
"Never try to move Heaven and earth for anything, Bing, or when you get it you will be sorry. The things that come naturally are the best,. if you make the best of them."
That always seemed pretty reasonable. As a kid, it always worked out that when I turned everything and everybody up-side-down to get my own way, there was a fly in the ointment somewhere in my triumph. By nature, I am inclined to take things easy, so 1 didn't move Heaven and earth very often,
But there is, as they say, an exception to every rule. And the exception to my father's adage was Dixie Lee. She is the only person I have ever moved Heaven and earth for — and am 1 glad I took the trouble? Ask me!
The greatest influence and force in my life surrounded me the night that Johnny Hamp's orchestra opened at the
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Cocoanut Grove in Hollywood, February, 1929. I entered the Ambassador Hotel with the swaggery demeanor of a stag out for a good timeas usual! I left those same portals smitten by a winsome blonde and wondering, in an agony of uncertainty, whether that same blonde considered me a worthy specimen. It was the first time in my life I had ever worried about a woman's judgment of me!
The winsome blonde was Dixie Lee.
Though I had seen, and admired, many photographs of the lady— then a rising Hollywood starlet — I hadn't guessed her power to throw an everlasting spell over me. But I had suspected she would be attractive, so when I heard that a friend of mine, Richard Keene, would be her escort to Johnny Hamp's opening at the Cocoanut Grove, I begged him, previous to the occasion, to introduce me.