Louis Armstrong
February 21, 1949
Cover Story Excerpt:
The brown-skinned man with the golden horn pursed his scarred lips, blew a short stream of incredibly high, shining notes and then carefully laid the trumpet down. "There's a thing I've dreamed of all my life," he graveled, "and I'll be damned if it don't look like it's about to come trueto be King of the Zulus' Parade. After that I'll be ready to die"....Read the full story