On the nightclub floor stands a lithe, confident little man with a pugnaciously protruding lower lip, a broken nose and a patch over his left eye. But blasting out of the loudspeakers at the delighted audiences come the vocal inflections of Frank Sinatra (applause), Billy Eckstine (applause), Tony Bennett (laughter), Arthur Godfrey (laughter), Bing Crosby (cheers). After the impersonations, the entertainer sings some straight songsĀin a voice not so good as some of those he mimicked, but clear and sure. Then he may play the drums with the abandon of a voodoo priest....
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