Into a flashy Troost Avenue gin mill in Kansas City last week wandered a lonely blonde. Like a lot of others, she had come to spill her troubles to a bosomy Negro blues singer named Julia Lee. She ordered two shots of bourbon for Julia, and a Tom Collins for herself. Julia Lee heard out the story of the blonde's wayward husband, then said with professional assurance: "Everything's going to turn out all right, honey." Then it was time for her act. From her piano, Julia beat out a boogie-woogie rhythm with her strong...
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