Music: Widow's Lament

I'll never smile again

Until I smile at you;

I'll never laugh again,

What good would it do?

For tears would fill my eyes,

My heart wouldrealize

That our romance is through.*

These rhymes were not written in Tin Pan Alley's crocodile tears. When her husband died last summer, grief-stricken, 24-year-old Ruth Lowe meant every word.

She could not help giving her song a professional veneer; for eight years she had drudged along at a keyboard, plugging pop tunes in music shops, accompanying Canadian crooners over radio hookups, playing in the all-girl band of curvaceous Ina Ray Hutton. An insatiable itch to scribble notes...

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