"They needed a songbird in Heaven, so God took Caruso away" so runs the catch line of a onetime popular songa ditty which was scratched from every phonograph, mewed through the sinus cavities of every cabaret tenor who could boast a nose, caroled by housewives at their tubs and business men at their shaving. Before the echoes of the blatant dirge had been quite relegated to that mortuary of all songs the monkey-organ certain tenors were beginning to thud their chests in the press. To compare many with Caruso is,...
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