Almost eleven years ago in Manhattan's 52nd Street Onyx Club, a tiny (4 ft. 11 in.), handsome Negro girl stepped to the microphone and began to sing. The song she sang that night was one the customers may have heard their mothers hum, but they didn't expect to hear it on Jazz Street. When Maxine Sullivan finished swinging Loch Lomond, the applause almost blew her off the stand and started a national rage for softly swung Scottish ballads that hoisted her pay from $40 a week to $1,000.
Last week (by her estimate, 10,000 Loch...
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