Imagine a community where people are concerned about your happiness in the most affectionate ways. Today, with smartphone-induced isolation the norm, that world full of solicitous people seems like a dream. I don’t know if it was truly possible in the middle Thirties, although I think of Wilder’s OUR TOWN, but a charming pop song came out of that vision: one of those simple but memorable melodies with witty sweet lyrics (“who prints / blueprints” is very clever). As you see below, music by Harold Spina and words by Johnny Burke.
I would have liked to hear Miss Etting sing this. But we have, instead, a sweet version with the verse (as sung by Kay Weber, Ray Eberle, and the Dorsey Trio — backed by the Dorsey Brothers Orchestra, the emphatically swinging Ray McKinley — echoing Stan King’s accents — moving it all along):
And here’s the masterful version I heard some decades ago and still love. This song obviously appealed to Fats, who keeps referring to the bridal march, and the last sixteen bars are a model of great delicate swing:
Here is the only “modern” version that — to me — can follow Fats (Rebecca Kilgore, Chris Dawson, Hal Smith, and Bobby Gordon):
Some readers may wish to point out more recent versions by McCartney and Clapton. Thanks, but no thanks. But if you want to muse on the vagaries of pop music, listen — if you can — to the versions by Johnny Angel and Joy and Dave, found on YouTube. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. And thank the milkman if you’re up early.
May your happiness increase!