If perchance you wonder where my wandering minstrel brain finds the titles of my posts, some are based on old song titles, as with post OLGA, YOU BEAUTIFUL DOLL. I will now return to the scheme of the crime with this S post, whose title is based on THIS IS THE MISSUS, fittingly played by S‘s Ben Selvin & His Orchestra/Paul Small, vocal refrain:

With the setup out of the way, pardon me as I digress to rant on a matter impacting all of my posts for some of my readers: Is it asking too much for Google Translate do a more professional job of translating? As I read my foreign followers’ blogs, it’s obvious that the translation from their language (usually Spanish) to English leaves algo* to be desired, despite being generally forthright articles without the wordplay which rules my writing and thus requires intelligent (or at least non-mindless) translation. I hardly recognize my translated work, leaving me amazed that I have any non-English speaking followers at all.

*Spanish for “something”

Now that I’ve got that off my scalp, I am going to Sioux you before you sue me:

If you think that was sweet, you ain’t heard nothin’ yet:

Well, that’s a fine way to treat Sweet Sue. Surely such sophomoric she-nanigans shouldn’t stand, so we shall see that Sue shall see some sensible semblance of suitable staging here:

I have more S-girl song selections, for which I will do a Part II, as I need to get a post ahead of the game to make up for the anticipated skipping of Miss(ing) X.



Although R (Part II) brings the number of posts (18) in this series in line with the corresponding letter of the alphabet, I foresee that after S and T, most of the remaining letters are going to present a challenge to staying on course  — especially X. The only gal I’m aware of whose name starts with X was Xanthippe, wife of Socrates, but as far as I know, no one back then wrote a song about her….and if they did, they left no record — or even sheet music. Papyrus would have been available, though apparently it was used for different ends, which in hindsight was a good idea on paper, but went to waste in practice.

Meanswhile, back at the R, it’s time to ride:

Red may have had a head start, but Rosetta and Rosalie have their own tales to tell:

That’s all four now. Happy Thanksgiving!


After combining P and Q in my last post, I’m again looking to bring the number of posts in this series up to its corresponding letter….and, as luck would have it, the next letter (which is R, for the benefit of the alphabetically challenged) is replete with girl’s name-song titles. Thus R will be divided in two parts, with Track I being a run for the Roses.

First out of the gate is SECOND HAND ROSE, made famous by Fanny Brice in the Ziegfeld Follies of 1921, but sung here by someone else because it’s only fitting that someone else sing a second hand song someone else sang first:

Second, we have the first Rose song from a Ziegfeld show (Ziegfeld Midnight Frolic, 1920):

Selecting my last pick for Part One could have gotten a bit thorny because a number of good Rose songs remain to vie for my favor, so I made an arbitrary choice in order to avoid — are you ready for this — the War of the Roses. After all, it’s Only A Rose:

MINED MY Ps and Qs

I had to dig deep to come up with a few tunes for this post. When it comes to good old songs with girl’s names beginning with P, the pickings are paltry, so I decided to add Q — which I found to be even paltry-er. But perhaps I’m too particular — after all, if Peggy’s good enough for The Three Stooges, she should be good enough for Mimi and Youyou:

Who knew The Three Stooges sang? I soitainly didn’t — at least, not until I checked THE THREE STOOGES SCRAPBOOK, which has a whole chapter devoted to “The Three Stooges on Record” (“Peggy O’Neil” is from their early 1960s record album titled THE THREE STOOGES NONSENSE SONG BOOK).

If you think Three Stooges singing is Moe-stly nonsense, don’t get miffed. Just get Miff:

Now we come to Q. There is a bygone song called Queenie, but I can’t find a clip of it…or of any old song with a girl’s first name starting with Q in the title. So this will have to do:

And right on cue, this Miss Q is thru. Naught left to do but bid adieu.


Who better than a double O-gal to kick off my O-girl post (which features two versions of the same song, as OLGA is the only old song I know with a girl’s name starting with O):

Version #1 is the original recording of the song by its composer, jazz legend Joe “King” Oliver (mentor of Louis Armstrong):

#2, different version, same beautiful Olga song:

Extra added attraction: the song on which I based the title of this post….




In doing research for the posts of this fem song series, I occasionally come across an old tune which not only is unfamiliar to me, but has a ‘trivia’ connection that catches my attention as much as the song itself. Such is the case with my first N song — NINA, recorded in 1931 by Wooding’s Grand Central Red Caps:

Orchestras of that era often adopted the names of venues where they played extended gigs, such as Richard Himber and His Ritz-Carlton Orchestra / Billy Wynne and His Greenwich Village Inn Orchestra. These venues lent a certain prestige to the orchestra and, one assumes, vice versa — though it’s hard to see how Grand Central Station could gain prestige from being coupled with a relatively obscure band like Wooding’s. But beyond that, it seems unlikely that any orchestra would be the ‘house band’ at a train terminal ….even one so grand as Grand Central — unless a night club was ‘on board’ there (which I can find no record of). If anyone can throw some light on the latter, please comment.

Moving on, we have a gal named NELLIE who is also waiting for some light:

The end dame of our N game is NANCY….you know — the one with the laughing face.



Ain’t it a shame about M  — as with Lady L, Madam M is musically profligate. So abundant are her charms that I am again tempted to break up such a surfeit of delights into two parts….but two M posts would undo the symmetry achieved by my having ‘two-timed’ Lady L, which re-matched the # of the post with the corresponding letter of the alphabet. Now, at the series’ halfway point, a quick repeat performance would make the previous one seem pointless — even (pardon my off-color French) downright déclassée. Discretion therefore being the better part of pallor, my past limit of three song clips is passé. What’s par for the course now? Play on and see!


Our first M drove other gals green with envy, but in a ‘fair’ way (see note on vocalist*):

*Connee Boswell (of classic jazz’s fondly remembered Boswell Sisters) was unable to sing standing, due to suffering from polio since infancy.

#2 is dedicated to my #1 girl (long-time followers of this blog may remember the Molly of whom I speak):

Third of four, May I introduce you to:

For my fourth and final offering, ‘canoe’ believe I’m paddlin’ Madeline home? Naughty girl!