Tin Pan Alley was still grinding its own powder for the war this week, but mostly its powder looked and smelled like corn meal:
> Some of the song titles: Our Glorious America, Defend Your Country, There's Millions of Yankees On Their Way, Buckle Down Buck Private.
> The flock of MacArthur songs still poured out. Among them: Here's To You, MacArthur; Hats Off to MacArthur, We've Got a Wonder Down Under. What sounded the most sincere and tuneful: Fightin' Doug MacArthur.
> Lyric Writer Bud Green had a new twist, but little else,...