Ted Lewis, the Pied Piper of Happiness, Ol' Man Sunshine, the Medicine Man for Your Blues, the High-hatted Tragedian of Song, was back in town. A quarter of a century had passed, and incredibly, the old show was still going on. Among the bamboos and potted palms of Manhattan's Hurricane restaurant, he cocked his shabby topper over his ancient and leering eye and abandoned himself to his 1920 classic When My Baby Smiles at Me.
He played the clarinet, if possible, more terribly than ever. He went on through his hoarse, posturing, theatrical repertory...
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