In the land of Fujiyama, harakiri, paper houses and the ritualized courtesy of the tea ceremony, everybody seemed to be doing the mambo. Big-city dance halls with alternating bands and little village meeting places with borrowed phonographs were rocking each night with shoulder-shaking, hip-writhing youngsters. Tea parlors, coffee shops and bars dispensed their drinks to a rolling mambo beat, and new dance halls were abuilding to cope with the craze.
Japan was spared the mambo until last fall, when touring Bandman Xavier Cugat introduced it. But it did not really catch on until the...
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