The only reason this weekly feature - now in its thirteenth year - exists at all is because, at a tender age, I became strangely fascinated by the names in parentheses on LP sleeves or printed inside on the actual gramophone records: the names, that is, of the writers. As far as I can tell, most fans of pop music think the singer or the group created the song and are content to leave it at that. But I found myself intrigued by this sub-species of humanity that, aside from a few stellar grandees (the Irving Berlins and Cole Porters), existed only as surnames on vinyl. Sometimes the surnames were so memorable they stuck with you. And so it was that one day, examining a Nat Cole album, I first espied the credit "De Lugg". And a while later, consulting the fine print on a Doris Day compilation, I read "DeLugg". Could Mr De Lugg and Mr DeLugg possibly be one and the same?
In fact, he was Mr Delugg - Milton of that ilk, which seems to me the perfect first name for a Delugg. On the other hand, when his moniker was mentioned for the musical director's gig on Johnny Carson's "Tonight Show", one NBC exec responded: "Milton Delugg? What is it?"
What it is is a chap born in Los Angeles one hundred years ago this very day - December 2nd 1918. Milton did not come from a long line of Deluggs. "There aren't any Deluggs," he said. "It's not a real name. I think the name originally was d'Luggatch. Nobody could pronounce it." So Milton's great-grandfather changed it to Delugg - pronounced as it reads. If you're not the kind of weirdo who scours the songwriter credits on album sleeves but you're a perfectly well-adjusted fellow who watches TV all day long, you may recall Milton from his internally-rhymed house ensemble on "The Gong Show" with Chuck Barris - "Milton Delugg and the Band with a Thug".
If that suggests a varied life, well, it was. If you've ever wondered what's the connection between Al Jolson and Buddy Holly, Bing Crosby and Lady Gaga, Frank Loesser and Frank Zappa, the answer is Milton Delugg. Along the way he was also a fitful songwriter. To celebrate his hundredth birthday, I've chosen this particular song because, in the midst of interminable legal harassment these last two years, I've become rather partial to picker-uppers. So last week we had "Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah", and you can't really follow a zip-a-dee-doo-dah except with a flash and a bam - and even then you probably need to throw in an alakazam:
That's such a great single: For all the sorrows of this world, all cannot be lost if a civilization is capable of bringing together the Nat King Cole Trio and the Stan Kenton orchestra for a joint recording session. (Bond composer David Arnold talks more about Stan Kenton on our John Barry 007 special.) Who isn't on that cut? Maynard Ferguson among the trumpets, Milt Bernhart among the trombones, Art Pepper on alto sax, Laurindo Almeida guitar, Shelly Manne drums... Indeed, it's such a terrific track that, for a songwriter, the worry is there's nothing to add to it and no other performer will ever go near it again. But, in fact, "Orange-Colored Sky" has endured - to the point where, at my New Hampshire town's "cabin fever" talent show one late February some years ago, the three brothers who owned the hardware store and their various warring offspring strolled out on the grade-school stage and did a very creditable version of the song. The finger-snaps were a bit stiff, but they were certainly spirited yellers on:
I've been hit!
This is it!
This is it!
I-T it!
Young Milton's dad, Sam Delugg, was walkin' along mindin' his business one day circa 1930 when he passed a music store offering an accordion and six lessons for sixty-eight bucks. Mr Delugg was a California meat wholesaler, which means he got up at four in the morning and went to the packing houses to buy slabs of beef to sell to butchers. But, blithe and carefree and with business all done by lunchtime, he was in a generous mood when he saw the notice in the store window. So he went in, signed up, and came home to Milt with an accordion and a teacher.
The kid had been learning the piano, but dad thought the new instrument might be more to his inclination. If you're thinking polkas, that wasn't really Milton's bag. He liked jazz and especially Benny Goodman, and so he determined to be the Benny Goodman of the accordion. And if you're thinking, "Er, is there actually a market for the Benny Goodman of the accordion?", Milt was a young lad and didn't know that at the time. When I met him many years later, he said to me in a marvelously dry, deadpan delivery: "When you're a clarinet player, you're a musician. When you're a trumpet player, you're a musician. When you're an accordion player, you're an accordion player."
Who needs accordion players? You'd be surprised: In 1939 Milton Delugg celebrated his twenty-first birthday playing the accordion on a Broadway stage in Very Warm for May. Written by Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein II, it had June Allyson and Eve Arden and a fine score that deserved to be the hit of the season. But it also had a stinker of a story, so it died after a few weeks. Nevertheless, it meant Milton Delugg got in on the ground floor of what many of Kern's fellow composers considered the greatest popular song ever written, "All the Things You Are", with, among other pleasures, its lovely enharmonic change at the end of the middle section. From Broadway to Hollywood: Delugg showed up on screen, playing the accordion in, among others, Jolson Sings Again. Indeed, within a few years, Milt had made his dream come true: He was the Benny Goodman of the accordion, and much in demand. He joined the Matty Malneck orchestra, and Matty was so impressed he ceded the conducting duties to Milton.
But Delugg's most consequential gig in those early years was at Paramount Pictures. Studio orchestras need accordion players because maybe the film's set in Paris or there's a scene in Argentina with someone playing a tango. So Milton Delugg was hired by the Paramount music department, whose staff included not only house musicians but house songwriters, among them Burton Lane, Hoagy Carmichael, and Frank Loesser. Delugg and Loesser hit it off and became fast friends. Loesser was a lyricist who wanted to be a lyricist/composer - like the bigshots, Irving Berlin and Cole Porter. But at this point in his life he didn't know enough about how to get the tunes he heard in his head down on paper. So he needed an amanuensis, a musical secretary, and Delugg volunteered for the role. So young Milton was the lad at hand to transcribe Loesser's first big self-contained words-and-music hit, "Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition". And in turn Frank gave his amanuensis an ongoing masterclass in songwriting.
For example, King Records invited Delugg to make an accordion album. So Delugg wrote a piece called "Roller Coaster", and a few years later "What's My Line?" chose it as its closing theme on TV for two decades, which proved very lucrative for its composer. King Records, in its pre-James Brown r'n'b incarnation, was a country-&-western label whose slogan boasted: "If it's a King, it's a Hillbilly. If it's a Hillbilly, it's a King." So they wanted at least a semi-hillbilly accordion album - ie, including a polka. Dutifully, Delugg obliged and wrote one he called "Hoop-Dee-Doo". He played it for Frank Loesser, who liked it and offered to put a lyric to it:
Hoop-Dee-Doo! Hoop-Dee-Doo!
I hear a polka and my troubles are through...
Delugg was appreciative of Loesser's efforts - until the final stretch:
Hand me down my soup-and-fish
I am gonna get my wish
Hoop-Dee-Doin' it tonight!
And Milton Delugg turned to the guy who'd written "Heart and Soul" and "Two Sleepy People" and "The Lady's in Love with You" and told him, "That's a very pedestrian line." And Loesser said, "You got a better idea?"
He had:
Check my hat and park my gum
California, here I come
Hoop-Dee-Doin' it tonight!
After which, Loesser "very carefully and very slowly explained that I was a complete idiot". By which he meant that you don't get cute or clever in the last line of a song. So they stuck with the soup-and-fish, and Perry Como made it a Number One record. And for decades afterwards, through all his TV work on "The Tonight Show", "The Newlywed Game" and "The Dating Game", Delugg kept "Hoop-Dee-Doo" alive to the point where it became thought of to two generations of Americans as "game show music". On "The Gong Show", for example, it was played when the contest winner was announced.
Delugg's big television break came in 1950 as bandleader of NBC's prototype late-night show, "Broadway Open House", hosted by Morey Amsterdam and Jerry Lester and regarded as the forerunner of "The Tonight Show". Milton Delugg, with a sly smile and a moustache-less beard and the omnipresent accordion slung around his neck, became a familiar and striking figure on screen. Shortly after launch, the network added a big-breasted if small-talented blonde and told her she was now called "Dagmar". "Boy, was she stacked!" recalled Delugg six decades later. On her first night, he ushered her on, and told the host, "Jerry, this is the new chick with the band. She's going to sing with us."
Lester said, "How does she sound?"
Delugg said, "Who cares?"
It was impromptu, but it got a huge laugh. And after that they gave him lines and skits and bits, as they did on various TV outings all the way to "The Gong Show", when he'd appear with Chuck Barris in the character of venerable philosopher Old Drool or dud joke teller Naso Literatus. I met Delugg just the once, post-"Gong" at some Ascap gathering, and he was a funny guy who would say funny things quite matter-of-factly and then just hold your eye for a smidgeonette longer to see if you got it. I would have thought he'd have been a great foil for Johnny Carson, but Carson didn't like the accordion and insisted Delugg eighty-six his trusty companion, and so Milt proved to be a brief interlude between "Tonight"'s two long-running bandleaders, Skitch Henderson and Doc Severinson.
As for "Broadway House Party", the big-breasted Dagmar got too big, and Jerry Lester quit in protest, and after a month of the stacked blonde in charge they canceled the show. Dagmar went off to duet with Sinatra on "the doggonedest thing you ever heard", which was the final nail in the coffin of Frank's relationship with Mitch Miller and Columbia Records.
Nevertheless, in its short life "Broadway House Party" can claim to be the first TV show to produce a hit song. "Orange Colored Sky" is such a distinctive number you assume there has to be a great and-then-I-wrote story about it. But I asked Delugg, and he said no. So I pressed him: "Well, where did such a memorable title come from?"
"Oh, my wife gave me that," he said. "She usually does."
Surely there has to be more to it than that. After all, there are lots of breezy effortless swingers in the American Songbook, but rarely so yoked to lyrics that track the contours of the tune note for note. I happen to have the original sheet music, and right on the top it says "Walking Tempo". Then the first line:
I was walkin' along...
The melody itself then walks along - left, right, left, right, F, G, F, G - as the lyric sets up the tale:
I was walkin' along
Mindin' my business
When out of an Orange Colored Sky...
At which point we get the tempo marking "Violent".
Is that common in sheet music? I don't think even the gangsta rappers actually type it on to the manuscript, do they? But this song means it:
Flash!
Bam!
Alakazam!
And then that contrasting legato glide down to love:
Wonderful you came by!
I have a lot of respect for Lady Gaga. When it comes to the standard repertoire, she has excellent taste in songs, and she clearly loves the material, and she gives thoughtful and intelligent presentations of much of it. But with all due humility, to one of the biggest superstars on the planet from one of the most obscure losers in northern New Hampshire, I do feel that in her many performances of "Orange Colored Sky" she misses a crucial aspect of the song. There's supposed to be a contrast between the jaunty saunter of the opening and the violent lightning bolt of love. The "flash!" and "bam!" are meant to be staccato and exclamatory. That's part of what makes the Cole/Kenton record great. It all comes out smooth and homogenized and uncontrasted in Lady Gaga's rendering. But see what you think. Here she is on the Beeb, prefaced by a couple of minutes of trumpet-noodling and a rather sweet intro by her ladyship:
Frank Loesser was not just a peerless lyricist, fine composer, shrewd publisher, savvy producer and lethal song demonstrator; he was also a solid talent-spotter. During the war, he was part of the Special Services Unit, responsible for producing entertainment for the troops and conscripted for said purpose as Private Frank Loesser. Notwithstanding his lowly rank, he insisted on having his uniform custom tailored, which once led to a confused general from the Philippines saluting the bespoke private. Loesser's best pal in Special Services was a fellow called Willie Stein, with whom he wound up writing sketches and special material and the occasional song. Through Loesser, Stein met Milton Delugg, and began providing lyrics for some of the accordionist's tunes. Like Delugg, Stein must have learned from the master Loesser, because "Orange Colored Sky" is very pleasingly yet unobtrusively structured. Thus, on the second outing of the jaunty sauntering section, the "hummin'" and "drinkin'" parallel the "walkin'" and "mindin'" of the first:
I was hummin' a tune
Drinkin' in sunshine
When out of that orange colored view...
And back to the "Flash!" and "Bam!" and that warm downward legato glide to "you". And how about that killer middle section? More exclamatory staccato:
One look and I yelled 'Timber!
Watch out for flying glass!'
And then that wacky pneumatic twelve-triplets-per-bar pile-up of thunderclaps:
'Cause the ceiling fell in and the bottom fell out
I went into a spin and I started to shout...
Eight years later, for Gigi (1958), Lerner & Loewe wrote in "Thank Heaven for Little Girls":
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you crashing through the ceiling...
Alan Jay Lerner agonized over that because he felt one crashed through floors rather than ceilings. But I have to say I find it a little tame after "Orange Colored Sky", in which love flashes and everything crashes: ceiling and floor and timber fall, glass flies, and the poor chap walkin' along mindin' his business is suddenly in a tailspin. It's the accumulation that makes it so good.
And then more staccato:
I've been hit!
This is it!
This is it!
That's just a straight climb up the scale, and I believe it was Pete Rugolo, the arranger for the Cole/Kenton record, who suggested that the band just cap the whole sequence by spelling it out most emphatically:
I-T it!
After which, Delugg and Stein return to a reprise of walkin' along mindin' their business. They showed the song to Loesser, who was enthusiastic (and, in fact, brought it to Nat Cole), but he felt the end was a little... oh, what was that word Delugg used in his critique of "Hoop-Dee-Doo"? Oh, yeah: pedestrian. So Loesser oomphed it up on the spot:
I was walkin' along
Mindin' my business
When love came and hit me in the eye
Out of an orange colored
Purple striped
Pretty green polka dot sky
Flash!
Bam!
Alakazam!
And goodbye!
You'll notice, by the way, that Loesser's tag does precisely the opposite of his advice to Delugg in "Hoop-Dee-Doo": It gets cute and clever right at the end. A sky can be "orange colored" and even "purple striped" but nothing short of a Martian invasion fills it full of "pretty green polka dots". Yet Loesser was entirely correct: The melodic extension and the lyric fancy put the perfect button on the song.
Except that Nat Cole then capped it with his improvised and droll spoken postscript:
Wow, I thought love was much softer than that. What a most disturbing sound.
You want an even more disturbing sound? In the Sixties, Adam West and Burt Ward were a big television hit as Batman and Robin. In 1966, they both sang entirely separate versions of "Orange Colored Sky" - Adam West on "Hollywood Palace" while wearing his Batman long underwear, because the "Flash!" and 'Bam!" of the song were thought to be analogous to the explosive "Ka-pow!" and "Wham!" comic-book lettering of his TV show. That same year Robin the Boy Wonder - sans tights - released his own version of the number, arranged and produced by Frank Zappa:
In 1952, two years after "Orange Colored Sky", Milton Delugg and Willie Stein had another hit - "Be My Life's Companion" for the Mills Brothers. Then Stein decided to concentrate on TV and went off to produce "To Tell the Truth", "Sale of the Century" and "The David Letterman Show". Delugg teamed up with Bob Hilliard to write a daffy novelty song for Doris Day, "Shanghai":
I'm right around the corner in a phone booth
And I wanna be with you tonight!
There was no flash-bam-alakazam-and-goodbye for Milton Delugg. He just kept on, doing this, doing that: He was no rock'n'roller, but he produced Buddy Holly's record of "Rave On", which Rolling Stone ranks as Number 154 on "The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time". He did an album with Spade Cooley, the western swing-king until he battered his wife to death for having an affair with Roy Rogers, after which he was sent to prison and never heard from again until he was released for a 72-hour furlough to play a benefit for the Deputy Sheriffs of Alameda County, where they gave Spade a standing ovation he found so moving that he died of a flash-bam-alakazam heart attack at intermission. So no second Spade Cooley album for Milton Delugg. Instead he made a killer arrangement of that German faux folk song "The Happy Wanderer", and he wrote the theme song for Santa Claus Conquers the Martians, and he was musical director of Macy's Thanksgiving Parade year after year until retiring at the age of 95 in 2013, and making a final on-camera appearance in 2014.
Milton Delugg died five months later, three years shy of this centenary. He is not a household name, though he's probably more of one than he'd be if the family had retained d'Luggach. But for eight decades he was a happy wanderer through the byways of showbusiness; he raved on and on and on, and they never gave him the gong.
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This might seem a bit strange, but I've actually heard of some of the songs profiled on the Song of the Week feature thanks to The Muppet Show. If memory serves, Lynda Carter performed Orange Colored Sky. It gives me a new appreciation for a show I enjoyed watching as a kid.
David: I noticed that Wikipedia mistake, too, but when you click through to the Willie Stein link, it says they wrote the song together in 1950, not 1930, so this is clearly a typo under the song listing. I'm surprised that the Wikipedia police haven't caught that typo. Since Milton was born in December 1918, he would have been 11 years old through most of 1930, and his dad had not even bought him that stomach Steinway yet.
So, c'mon, Wikipedia hawks, sharpen your eyeballs.
Here's another song deconstruction to consider some day (words by Leslie Bricusse). It's a more intelligent effort than John Lennon's Imagine but it's got the same progressive Achilles' heel of utopian nonsense creeping in:
If I ruled the world
Every day would be the first day of spring
Every heart would have a new song to sing
And we'd sing of the joy every morning would bring
If I ruled the world
Every man would be as free as a bird
Every voice would be a voice to be heard
Take my word we would treasure each day that occurred
Ah, but what would happen if...every day were March 22nd, the first day of Spring? It's usually pretty cold and blustery where I live (and you, up in New Hampshire). No White Christmas, no soft summer breezes, no autumn leaves, no variety, just a cold, hard March wind every day. No long June night to court your loved one. That's one long monotonous life.
And what if "every voice would be a voice to be heard"? Wouldn't that be like Facebook forced on everyone 24/7? What if we had to listen to every voice equally, hear every extremist of every variety equally? What if we had no choice, no ability to tune anyone out? Would we "treasure" each day THAT occurred? (Just asking!)
It's easy to get happily engrossed searching for tunes mentioned in these "Song of the Week" columns, but today when I finally got up to Milton DeLugg's theme song for "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians" ('64), I was curious to see what sort of Christmas shows kids were watching back then when I was nine.
It may have come out about this time of year just when the snow started falling and the ponds started freezing so kids back then were eager to bundled up and hit the hills with their sleds and the ponds with their hockey sticks and skates instead of watching a lot of tv, and besides that, there were no DVRs. Now "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians" has been included as a film to be viewed by "Pot and Gamers," so when you hear the word 'Santa' the potheads and gamers watching are supposed to take a toke. Don't young people have better things to do anymore than to watch half century old American children's programming while they smoke marijuana? I mean, I have an excellent excuse, i'm learning about the songwriters I somehow missed before I was born.
The eight hundred year-old Martian seer predicted the future of children on Earth fifty years into the future when he assessed the state of the children on Mars then as having no childhood. Paraphrasing, he said that information is being pumped into their brains in the cradle. By the time they walk they have brains like adults and they never play and they never have fun.
If you look at the textbooks coming out, if not here already, and many thanks to the Next Generation Science Standards, Climate Change as a science will be included in the second grade textbooks. The American educational system is cheating our children out of being able to use their brains to differentiate between real and fictitious science. They ultimately want us all thinking alike and smoking pot so our thoughts can be controlled, like with Climate Change! Climate Change, Hoop-dee-doo! The rioters are coming, the rioters are coming. I think they're finally here.
Good lord -- the memories! We had the original record, and my brother and I loved that zinger: Flash! Bam! Alakazam! because any four and five year-old boy would! We'd listen to the record and shout that line every time. I don't know if my folks grew tired of it or not, but we had several hundred 78s, so it was easy to distract us if necessary. "There Is Nothing Like a Dame" was a good choice for that, as was just about anything by Spike Jones.
Mark, there is a saying that goes, more or less, 'If you know the way broadly, you will see it in all things." I take this to mean that if you pick a subject and study it all the way through, the lessons are applicable to other areas. You seem to have done this with a particular time in music history. In those histories are all things; the rise and fall of business empires, advances in technology, cultural change, lives lived well or tragically, fame gained or lost, the creative process, the heavy role of chance in all affairs, plus other things. These are really enjoyable and enlightening histories, much appreciated.
I'd never even heard of this song, and so had to check it out. What struck me is how similar it is to a song I'd thought was a Björk original "It's Oh So Quiet."
Some of the lyrics are awfully similar!
"You fall in love!
Zing boom!
The sky up above
Zing boom!
Is caving in!
Wham bam!
You've never been so nuts about a guy
You want to laugh, you want to cry
You cross your heart and hope to die"
And, the instrumentation (in parts) and style (alternatively calm and violent) are strikingly similar, too.
Come to find out, however, that the song was released by Betty Hutton (love her) in 1951, but hers was the English version of a song "Und jetzt ist es still" written with German lyrics in 1948. And apparently, a French version came out the following year.
All of this is according to Wikipedia, which may be a little suspect, as they have "Orange Colored Sky" being written by Milton DeLugg and Willie Stein, but in 1930, when DeLugg would have been 12 years old, and originally performed by Jonny Edwards in that year.
It's oh so confusing!
David: I noticed that Wikipedia mistake, too, but when you click through to the Willie Stein link, it says they wrote the song together in 1950, not 1930, so this is clearly a typo under the song listing. I'm surprised that the Wikipedia police haven't caught that typo. Since Milton was born in December 1918, he would have been 11 years old through most of 1930, and his dad had not even bought him that stomach Steinway yet.
So, c'mon, Wikipedia hawks, sharpen your eyeballs.
The thing is, the German version of "It's Oh So Quiet" was written, or released, in 1948, and the similarity of the Betty Hutton English version is very striking, at the very least. So, I kind of wonder just how original the DeLugg/Stein 1950 number really is.
In my radio show, I did a "Rainbow Medley" with Orange-Colored Sky filling its slot in the ROYGBIV color spectrum. Alas, I wanted to do a "double rainbow," since there are many songs with Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet in the title, but I couldn't find another song with Orange in the titled. Anyone know one? Orange-tinted songs can, of course, serve double duty these days with our orange-haired leader.
... except your leader is not "orange-haired". He is yellow-haired.
It is his face that is orange.
Of course, the lack might be due to the notorious lack of rhyme for that particular hue. Still, when you want a rhyme for the unrhymable, there are few to beat the master (who found a rhyme for "avenue", after all), Ogden Nash. When challenged, Nash thought for a minute, and replied, "Door hinge!"
Works in the world of Ogden Nash!
I know the feeling of assuming some great story behind some life-changing song, only to have the songwriter tell you there really wasn't any story at all - or even worse, tell you some story which taints the song for you ever after. Like this:
Me: "Song X is amazing. Everytime I hear it - just wow. So moving. It's like a whole film or novel or something. How'd you write that?"
Famous Songwriter: "My kid opened up a new can of motor oil once, and I thought that 'pop' sound was neat, so I kind of built a song around that idea".
Me: "What idea?"
Famous Songwriter: "The popping sound from the can of motor oil".
Me: (Thought Bubble: What the hell...?). Search songwriter's eyes - no sign of jest.
Me: "Ummm....Okay...but what was behind all the stuff about the child saying goodbye for the last time as the sun grew red, with the smoke in the distance, and the grandmother calls out to her crying puppy one last time as the church bells are ringing?"
Famous Songwriter: "Oh that? Um, just, I don't know, looking for rhymes. It was just more about that popping sound for me".
This has happened to me dozens of times chatting with these guys. Funny world.
Although now that I think about it...I've been in that songwriter's situation before. But I suppose that's a story for another time and place.
Thanks for another fine piece, Mark!
This amazes me about artists. The things we miss when we don't get in the zone vs what we can find when we do.
In Mark's case, he begins by saying this feature was occasioned by perusing songwriters' name's. Out of one acorn has grown a forest.
Why oh why does Lady Gaga have to shove that giant silver phallus into her (beautiful) face whenever she sings a song?
There is absolutely no technological reason for her to hold any microphone at all in her hand, never mind a monster mike obscuring her features.
It must be some kind of security blanket. But, hey, she should put her customers first, and just get rid of the wretched thing.
Oprah tells the story of having Barbra Streisand on her show for the very first time. Of course she and her staff knew full well that Babs is a "demanding perfectionist" (what men call women who want things done properly) but they balked when she insisted on having a white mic -- actually off-white. Uh ok... They got is spray painted to match her sweater.
And she was right:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-kpTg3bZQ0
What's with Barbra Streisand demanding a white phallus to shove in her face instead of a big black one like nearly every other singer?
Is she some kind of racist?
Seems a little mean to resurrect Burt Ward's version.
Mark, Who, other than you, would give us the full history of Orange Colored Sky. I loved that ridiculous Jerry Lester, who was really the first Tonight Show host. He lelt the show because Dagmar got too big, that proved he was ridiculous. I don't think Milton Delugg would ever taken himself so seriously. That's why Jerry Lester is only a footnote in the Milton Delugg story. It was his own fault.
I hope there are still many of who appreciate such wonderful history, Thanks, Mark
Thank Heaven for Little Girls from Gigi not My Fair Lady. I can die happy. I've corrected Mark Steyn.
Mark replies:
Indeed. I am mortified, Gustavo. We've corrected it and I've been told to clear out my desk and hand back my security pass.