If you're happy and your eyes are always dry, Don't you know that it's the style to sob and sigh, Singers do it, crowds do it, even little white clouds do it. You, too, can be unhappy if you taaaa-ry!
These words of a song called Try, wildly sobbed, gulped, gurgled and wailed, last week were beginning to ooze out of radios and jukeboxes across the land at a depressing rate. In Los Angeles, one adolescent worshiper of Crooner Johnny Ray, the Mossadegh of music, hurried to a friend to confide: "The guy went clear out on this oneĀhe sounds...
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