They don't need no band,
They keep time by clapping their hand,
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud,
When the darkies beat their feet
On the Mississippi Mud.*
It was 16 years later. Bing Crosby had got balder, and had become the most celebrated singer in the world. Harry Harris had written a few song hits, but was known very largely to his personal friends. Al Rinker had fattened up and looked like the radio executive he is. But when this trio, once known as the Rhythm Boys, held a reunion with...