Whispering Grass
1940 by The Ink Spots
Why do you whisper, green grass? Why tell the trees what ain't so?
Whispering grass, the trees don't have to know, oh no.
Why tell them all your secrets: Who kissed there long-ago?
Whispering grass, the trees don't need to know.
Don't you tell it to the breeze 'cause she will tell the birds and bees,
and everyone will know because you told the blabbering trees.
Yes, you told them once before. It's no secret anymore.
Why tell them all the old things? They're buried under the snow.
Whispering grass, don't tell the trees, 'cause the trees don't need to know.
Written by Fred Fisher and his daughter Doris, "Whispering Grass" became a big hit in 1940 when recorded by The Ink Spots.
The Ink Spots used to be an uptempo jive group until young tenor Bill Kenny joined, and in 1938 suggested they try ballads instead. He devised the format "top and bottom" where the tenor sang the song right through, followed by a recitation of the bridge by the bass, Hoppy Jones. The tenor returned to close the song. The "Top & Bottom" method sure brought The Ink Spots to the top.
Sunny Side of the Street.
1930 Benny Goodman's Sextet with Peggy Lee
Grab your coat and get your hat, leave your worries on the doorstep;
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street.
Can't you hear the pitter-pat? That happy tune is your step.
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street.
I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade,
But I'm not afraid - this rover's crossed over.
If I never had a cent I'd be as rich as Rockefeller:
Gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street.
This 1930 tune is so much the style of Fats Waller composition that some argue that Jimmy McHugh probably bought the rights to his name since Jimmy had already bought other Fats' compositions.
So get your ukulele out and try my Goldenaer easy-play version:
G ||: C | E | F | G | Am | D | Dm G |
(1) Em Dm G :||
(2) C | Gm | C | F | F | Am | D | G | Dm G :|| C
"Amy, Wonderful Amy"
"[Starts with sound of aircraft engine and sound of cheering]
"There's a little lady who has captured every heart
Amy Johnson, it's you!
We have watched and waited since the day you made your start
Amy Johnson, it's true
Since the news that you are safe has come along
Everyone in town is singing this love song:
There's a little lady who has captured every heart
Amy Johnson, it's you!
We have watched and waited since the day you made your start
Amy Johnson, it's true
Since the news that you are safe has come along
Everyone in town is singing this love song:
Amy, wonderful Amy
How can you blame me for loving you?
Since you've won the praise of every nation
You have filled my heart with admiration
Amy, wonderful Amy I'm proud of the way you flew.
Believe me, Amy, you cannot blame me, Amy
[spoken]
"She's landed at Vienna [sound of aeroplane engine passing overhead] Here she is at Baghdad. -- Now she over Karachi, slendid! -- She's reached Georgetown bravo! -- She's off again, she's off to Brisbane. -- Here she comes, here she comes -- Something's wrong! Good gracoius, what wrong? -- She's crashed! - No she's safe!
[sung]
Amy, wonderful Amy How can you blame me for loving you.
Since you've won the praise of every nation
You have filled my heart with admiration
[Choir]
Amy, wonderful Amy I'm falling in love with you
Believe me, Amy, you cannot blame me, Amy
For falling in love with you
[ends with crowds cheering].
Read more on Wikipedia, Amy Johnson
Read more on "Memories of Amy Wonderful Amy" in the Black Country Bugle
Amy Johnson climbed up into the highest social circles, world-wide, yet she was born in a small house in in Hull with no gas or electricity, only oil lamps and candles. Her dad was a fish merchant and a teetotal Methodist but was plastic to her erratic urges and encouraged her in whatever she did.
At the University of Sheffield, she graduated with a BA in economics. But as a hobby she was introduced to flying, and in 1929 gained a pilot's "A" License; and also became the first British woman to obtain a ground engineer's "C" license.
In 1930 she was the first woman to fly solo from England to Australia in her own biplane. And in 1931 she won the Gold medal of the Society of Engineers. Later becoming the President of the Women's Engineering Society 1935 to 1937. One pilot said "She flies a plane like an engineer" but whether that was a compliment or what is unclear! However her engineering care didn't extend to her undercarriage as her landings were frequently crash-landings, usually requiring repairs.
At a rally for young people in Hull's City Hall she proposed that a special trophy be awarded to recognize any act of outstanding bravery by a Hull child. The children of Sydney, Australia, had raised money with which Johnson bought a gold cup. This award is still offered annually at Hull.
They said "Amy Johnson has got more backbone than one of her Dads herrings", and "Brave to the point of recklessness"
Amy, Wonderful Amy
"Specially Composed for the Home-coming of the Heroine of the England-Australia Flight 1930, miss Amy Johnson.
This map of her route is from the Science Museum
George Formby
When Mum and Dad were both out, and we were young lads, and one of the things we had fun playing with was the old wind-up cabinet gramaphone; it played'78 rpm' vinyl records rather well: we had a few early pop music on those big fragile disks. Sorting through the small collection we saw Mum had songs from the shows, but our Dad had records of much of Formby's repertoire, I later figured out that Dad had bought them when he went away to college, and planning to make a cheerful entry into fashionable student life, bought a 'Banjolele', a ukulele banjo, just like George Formby. Dad preferred to sing:"Leaning on a Lampost", but what most intrigued we lads was Formby's suggestive "When I'm Cleaning Windows". George, by singing
"A window cleaner you would if you could see what I can see!" and a chuckle, makes a juvenile imagination go wild. Striving for adult understanding I imagined being a window cleaner and wondered what on earth he could he see.
Dad instrument was not exactly a ukelele-banjo but a mandolin-banjo, a hybrid instrument, double strung like a mandolin but Fred gave it the re-entrant tuning of a ukelele: g–C–E–a, known as "my dog has fleas."