Lips so sweet and tender,
Like petals jailing apart,
Speak once again of my love, my own. . Broken song, empty words I know,
Still live in my heart all alone,
O that moonlit path by the Alamo,
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone.*
This song, New San Antonio Rose, may baffle or even irritate fastidious rhetoricians, and its tune is strictly golden bantam. Yet last week Decca Records reported that in January alone the song had sold 84,500 discs—sung by the Caruso of the juke boxes, bland Bing Crosby.
New San Antonio Rose was evidence of a...
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