Music: Lizzie's Return

She looked the soul of matronly dignity. One night last week, wearing a black-lace-over-taffeta dress, a rope of artificial pearls and a corsage of roses pinned demurely over her ample midriff she stepped quietly in front of Bob Scobey's Dixieland combo in Oakland's Showboat Cafe. When she let fly with Ain't Gonna Give You None of My Jelly Roll, she rocked the Showboat. She clapped her hands, snapped her fingers shuffled her feet, flapped her elbows. The singer was New Orleans' Lizzie Miles, 60 one of the last of a great generation of Negro blues shouters.

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