Any small boy would resent it if he were told that his little yellow dog was no dog at all just because its ears were too short, its tail too long, its bark absurd. In Manhattan last week the same sort of loyalty seized May Singhi Breen who for eight years has earned her living thrumming a ukulele for the radio,* improvising ukulele accompaniments for sheet music.
May Breen is an easygoing, practical-joking soul (her dinner guests have been given rolls which squeak when bitten). But her wrath was aroused when the American...
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