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The 1940 saw a
great upsurge in entertainment in the city of Calcutta. The war had swept both new audiences into
town as well as more money to spend.
The many Americans brought new tastes but Indian nationalism also
demanded to be heard in the sphere of entertainment. Cinemas were full but wartime restrictions on materials made new
Indian films rarer. Radio often
initially installed just for the news gained much popularity with music and
comedy broadcasts. Some of Britain’s
famous entertainers even went on tour to Calcutta entertaining the troops. Park Street blossomed with many professional
live bands and new types of food, but even roadside entertainers found a
willing audience of fascinated outsiders everywhere.
All the while
social change swept away the old Bengali commercial theatre and the formal
upperclass ways of the traditional colonial ‘Calcutta Winter Season’.
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(source: personal
scrapbook kept by Malcolm Moncrieff Stuart
O.B.E., I.C.S. seen on
20-Dec-2005 / Reproduced by courtesy of
Mrs. Malcolm Moncrieff Stuart)
(source: personal
scrapbook kept by Malcolm Moncrieff Stuart
O.B.E., I.C.S. seen on
20-Dec-2005 / Reproduced by courtesy of
Mrs. Malcolm Moncrieff Stuart)
The movies you see at the European theatres will
be mostly American-made films, surprisingly recent, unless you have just
arrived from the States. For American-slanted reviews on films currently
showing in town consult the Command Post, or pick up a paper any morning to see
what's scheduled for that day. Plays and variety entertainment are offered at
30 Park Street. Produced by BESA these shows are sometimes good, sometimes
indifferent. Seats reserved. Rs. 2/8 for officers; annas 8 for E.M. and one
guest. Six days a week at 2100 plus extra shows at 1800 on Tues., Thurs., and
Sat. As a part of your experience in India try at least one Indian movie. You
may not like them. Long, slow moving, principally made in Hindustani, based
mostly on modern Indian life glamorized.
Movie Tips. All seats reserved. Buy
your tickets the day before, or early in the morning; every show is a sell-out.
The ARC Clubs buy up a number of tickets for each of the two later shows and
hold them for resale to you. Most theatres make concessions in prices for E.M.
Ask for them at the theatres if they are not forthcoming. No concessions on
Saturday or Sunday; and usually no cheaper seats on these two days. In any
theatre the dress circle (loges to you) is considered tops, balcony second
best, and then downstairs there are rear stalls, lower stalls, and front
stalls, with the price scale running right down along the line. You will find
the lower stalls (middle of orchestra) to be both comfortable and cheap. Smoke
anywhere in the theatre. Interval between showing of newsreels and other shorts
and the showing of the feature - step out into the lounges and order yourself a
cooling drink.
MOVIE HOUSES - EUROPEAN
Elite - Corporation St. - Not air conditioned.
Globe - Lindsay St. opp. New Market - Not air
conditioned.
Lighthouse - 2 Humayan Pl. - Air conditioned,
first-run.
New Metro - 5 Chowringhee Rd. - Air conditioned,
first-run.
New Empire - Humayan Pl., behind Firpo's - Air
conditioned, first-run.
Regal - 4 Corporation St. - Not air conditioned.
Tiger - Chowringhee Rd., above Firpo's - Not air
conditioned.
Note: Showings subject to change. Consult
newspapers for movie times.
MOVIE HOUSES - INDIAN
Roxy Theatre - 4 Chowringhee Place.
Paradise Theatre - 9 Bentnick Street.
(source: “The Calcutta Key” Services of Supply
Base Section Two Division, Information and education Branch, United States Army
Forces in India - Burma, 1945: at:
http://cbi-theater-12.home.comcast.net/~cbi-theater-12/calcuttakey/calcutta_key.html)
(COPYRIGHT NOTICE: Reproduced under 'fair dealing' terms as part of a non commercial
educational research project. The copyright remains with the original
submitter/author)
Aleya—220A
Rash Behari Avenue. Phone, P.K. 1475.
Aurora—41
Kasi Mitter Ghat Street, Baghbazar- Phone, B.B. 2874.
Bangalakshmi—40
Harrison Road.
Bharat
Lakshmi —2/2/1 Chittaranjan Avenue. Phone, B.B. 2683.
Bijoli—6/l
Russa Road. Phone, South 667.
Chaya—122
Upper Circular Road. Phone, B.B. 282.
Chhabi-Ghar—10
Harrison Road. Phone, B.B. 2740.
Chinese
Theatre—2 Chandney Chowk Street. Phone, Cal. 4395.
Chitra—83
Cornwallis Street. Phone, B.B- 1133.
Chitra
Puri—131/2 Circular Garden Reach Road. Phe., South 767.
City—150
Lower Chitpore Road. Phone, Cat. 4465.
Dipali—13/1
Adwaitya Ch. Mullick Lane.
Ganesh—373
Upper Chitpore Road. Phone, B.B. 745.
Globe—7
Lindsay Street. Phone, Cal. 1571.
lntally—2/3
South Road, Entally. Phone, Cal. 1303.
Lighthouse—2
Humayun Place- Phone, Cal. 200.
Majestic—12/1
Wellesley Street. Phone, Cal. 2091.
Metro
(TheHomeof the Stars)—5 ChowringheeRd. Phe., Cal.234.
Minerva—Chowringhee
Place. Phone, Cal. 887.
Moti
Mahal—156/2 Upper Circular Road. Phone, B.B. 4868.
National—l2/l
Watgunge Street. Phone, South 1523.
New
Cinema—171 Dharamtala Street. Phone, Cal. 5819.
New
Empire—1 Humayun Place. Phone, Cal. 200.
New
Imperial—190 Lower Circular Road. Phone, P.K. 1309.
New
Royal—5B Maharanee Surnomoyee Road. Phone, B.B. 4068.
Novelty—2
Krishna Lal Das Road.
P. Son—Paharpur
Road, Garden Reach. Phone, South 1331.
Paradise—39
Bentinck Street. Phone. Cal. 4251.
Park
Show-House—3/5 New Park Street. Phone, P.K. 1971.
Prabhat—136
Surendra Nath Banerjee Road. Phone, Cal. 5855.
Purna—2
Russa Road. Phone, South 3t.
Regal—4
Corporation Street. Phone, Cal. 3040.
Robin—134
Rajendra Lal Mitter Road.
Roxy—30
Tara Chand Dutt Street. Phone, B.B. 385.
Ruby—32
Dharamtala Street. Phone, Cal. 1900.
Rupabani—76/3
Cornwallis Street. Phone, B.B. 3413.
Rupali—45B
Ashutosh Mukerjee Road. Phone, South 953.
Rupam—213
Bow Bazar Street. Phone, B.B. 4397.
Shree
Bharat Lakshini—2 Chittaranjan Avenue.
Sree—138
Cornwallis Street. Phone. B.B. 1515.
Suchitra—Diamond
Harbour Road, Behala. Phone, South 812.
Taj
Mahal—2 Krishna Lal Das Road, Chitpore. Phone, B.B. 4707.
Talkie
Show House—13A Faria Puker Street. Phone, B.B. 2270.
Taswir
Mahal—7B Gas Street. Phone. B.B. 4450.
Tejmahal—38
Keshub Chunder Sen Street. Phone, B.B. 3556.
Tiger—19
Chowringhee Road. Phone, Cal. 300.
Uttara—138/1
Cornwallis Street. Phone, B.B. 2202.
(COPYRIGHT NOTICE: Reproduced under 'fair dealing' terms as part of a non commercial
educational research project. The copyright remains with John Barry 1940)
There's no place like home, there's no place
like home...
--Dorothy's ticket back to Kansas (The Wizard Of
Oz)
It's alive! It's alive!
--Colin Clive creates Boris Karloff
(Frankenstein)
Frankly, my dear....I don't give a damn.
--Rhett tells Scarlett how it is...but don't
worry, Scarlett...tomorrow is another day! (Gone With The Wind)
One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas.
How he got in my pajamas, I'll never know.
--Groucho as Captain Spaulding in Animal
Crackers.
You're going out there a youngster, but you've
got to come back a star!
--Warner Baxter gives Ruby Keeler a pep talk
(42nd Street)
Here's lookin' at you, kid...
--Bogie! (Casablanca)
Today (today...today...) I consider myself
(myself...myself...) to be the luckiest man (man...man...) on the face of the
earth.
--Lou Gehrig's famous speech echoes throughout
the ballpark, as spoken by Gary Cooper (The Pride Of The Yankees)
A toast....to my big brother George, the richest
man in town.
--Harry Bailey's eloquent toast (It's A
Wonderful Life)
Let's put on a show!
--Mickey Rooney, Judy Garland & friends
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
Gone with the Wind with Clark Gable and Vivien
Leigh, Wuthering Heights with Laurence Olivier and Merle Oberon, Goodbye Mr Chips
with Robert Donat and Greer Garson, Pygmalion with Wendy Hiller and Leslie
Howard, Pinocchio by Walt Disney, Stage Coach with John Wayne and Claire
Trevor, Babes in Arms with Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney, Roaring Twenties
with James Cagney, Humphrey Bogart and Priscilla Lane, The Wizard Of Oz, Mr.
Smith Goes To Washington, Ninotchka, Gunga Din, The Hunchback Of Notre Dame,
Dark Victory, The Little Princess, Idiot's Delight, Of Mice & Men, Destry
Rides Again, Dodge City, You Can't Cheat an Honest Man, The Private Lives of
Elizabeth and Essex, The Rules of the Game, Only Angels Have Wings, Bachelor
Mother.
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
The Philadelphia Story with James Stewart and
Katherine Hepburn, The Grapes of Wrath with Henry Fonda and Jane Darwell, Road
to Singapore with Bing Crosby, Bob Hope and Dorothy Lamour, Fantasia by Walt
Disney, Strike up the Band with Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland, Kitty Foyle
with Ginger Rogers and Dennis Morgan, The Westerner with Gary Cooper and Doris
Davenport, Rebecca with Laurence Olivier, Joan Fontaine and George Sanders, His
Girl Friday, The Great Dictator, The Mark of Zorro, Waterloo Bridge, The Bank
Dick, The Long Voyage Home, The Mummy's Hand, Abe Lincoln in Illinois, Torrid
Zone, Foreign Correspondent, When the Daltons Rode, The Thief of Bagdad,
Northwest Passage.
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
Sergeant York with Gary Cooper and Joan Leslie,
Major Barbara with Wendy Hiller, Rex Harrison and Deborah Kerr, How Green was
my Valley with Walter Pidgeon and Maureen O'Hara, The Maltese Falcon with
Humphrey Bogart, Greenstreet and Lorre, The Big Store with The Marx Brothers,
Suspicion with Joan Fontaine and Cary Grant, Road to Zanzibar with Bing Crosby,
Bob Hope and Dorothy Lamour, The Great Lie with Bette Davis, Mary Astor and
George Brent, Babes on Broadway with Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney, Citizen
Kane, The Maltese Falcon, Dumbo, Meet John Doe, Buck Privates, Dr. Jekyll &
Mr. Hyde, The Little Foxes, Suspicion, Never Give a Sucker an Even Break, Back
Street, Penny Serenade, The Flame of New Orleans.
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
In Which We Serve with Noel Coward and Celia
Johnson, Mrs Miniver with Greer Garson and Walter Pidgeon, Yankee Doodle Dandy
with James Cagney and Joan Leslie, Road to Morocco with Bing Crosby, Bob Hope
and Dorothy Lamour, Casablanca with Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman, Bambi,
The Magnificent Ambersons, The Pride Of The Yankees, Holiday Inn, Sullivan's
Travels, Woman Of The Year, To Be or Not to Be, The Man Who Came to Dinner, Cat
People, Now, Voyager, The Palm Beach Story, The Talk of the Town, Saboteur, The
Glass Key, The Black Swan.
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
Song of Bernardette with Jennifer Jones and
Charles Bickford, For Whom the Bell Tolls with Gary Cooper and Ingrid Bergman,
Stormy Weather with Lena Horne, Fats Waller and Bill Robinson, Outlaw with Jane
Russell, Thomas Mitchell and Walter Huston, Stage Door Canteen with Benny
Goodman, Count Basie, Gracie Fields, Ethel Waters, Guy Lombardo and Yehudi
Menuhin, DuBarry was a Lady with Gene Kelly and Lucille Ball, Watch on the
Rhine with Paul Lukas and Bette Davis, Phantom Of The Opera, Lassie Come Home,
Cabin In The Sky, Girl Crazy, My Friend Flicka, The Ox-Bow Incident, I Walked
with a Zombie, Shadow of a Doubt, Lady of Burlesque.
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
Going My Way with Bing Crosby and Barry
Fitzgerald, Gaslight with Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer, Arsenic and Old
Lace with Josephine Hull and Jean Adair, Since You Went Away with Claudette
Colbert, and Joseph Cotton, This Happy Breed with John Mills, Stanley Holloway,
Robert Newton, Celia Johnson and Kay Walsh, None But the Lonely Heart with Cary
Grant, Ethel Barrymore and Jane Wyatt, Double Indemnity, Laura, To Have & Have
Not, Meet Me In St. Louis, Jane Eyre, The Miracle Of Morgan's Creek, National
Velvet, Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo, Ministry of Fear, The Lodger, The Fighting
Seabees, The Woman in the Window, Henry V, Lifeboat, Can't Help Singing.
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
Brief Encounter with Celia Johnson and Trevor
Howard, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn with Lloyd Nolan and Joan Blondell, The Lost
Weekend with Ray Milland and Jane Wyman, Mildred Pierce with Joan Crawford and
Jack Carson, The Bells of St Marys with Bing Crosby and Ingrid Bergman, State
Fair with Jeanne Crain and Dana Andrews, Spellbound, Anchors Aweigh, God Is My
Co-Pilot, Children of Paradise, The House on 92nd Street, Ivan the Terrible,
Part One, Scarlet Street, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Love Letters, Hangover
Square, The Stork Club, The Corn Is Green, The Clock.
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
It's A Wonderful Life, The Big Sleep, The Best
Years Of Our Lives, Song Of The South, Great Expectations, Ziegfeld Follies,
The Postman Always Rings Twice, The Harvey Girls, Road To Utopia, Angel on My
Shoulder, Notorious, The Stranger, My Darling Clementine, Brief Encounter, The
Spiral Staircase, Anna and the King of Siam, O.S.S., The Killers, Duel in the
Sun, The Kid from Brooklyn.
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
Miracle On 34th Street, Dark Passage, The Ghost
& Mrs. Muir, The Bachelor & The Bobby-Soxer, The Secret Life Of Walter
Mitty, Road To Rio, Life With Father, The Farmer's Daughter, Gentleman's
Agreement, Odd Man Out, Angel and the Badman, Ride the Pink Horse, Welcome
Stranger, Monsieur Verdoux, Body and Soul, The Bishop's Wife, The Egg and I,
Out of the Past, A Double Life.
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
The Treasure Of The Sierra Madre, Rope, Key
Largo, Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein, The Red Shoes, Hamlet, A Date
With Judy, Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House, Easter Parade, Red River,
Portrait of Jennie, The Bicycle Thief, The Accused, 3 Godfathers, A Foreign
Affair, To the Ends of the Earth, Force of Evil, Unfaithfully Yours, The Search,
Rachel and the Stranger.
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
The Third Man, Adam's Rib, She Wore A Yellow
Ribbon, On The Town, The Fountainhead, The Heiress, I Was A Male War Bride,
Little Women, The Inspector General, Samson & Delilah, Twelve O'Clock High,
White Heat, Champion, Take Me Out to the Ball Game, The Barkleys of Broadway, A
Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Neptune's Daughter, The Stratton
Story.
Western films playing in Calcutta’s English
language cinema’s are:
Annie Get Your Gun, Summer Stock, Sunset
Boulevard, All About Eve, Harvey, The Asphalt Jungle, Father Of The Bride,
Winchester '73, The Gunfighter, Cyrano de Bergerac, Cinderella, Rashomon, Rio
Grande, In a Lonely Place, Born Yesterday.
August 20, 1945
Dearest:
I have just come from the Lighthouse movie
theater, where I saw a movie in an air-conditioned modern building. Its theme
was an English play, produced and directed by Lawrence Olivier and starring L.
Olivier in "Henry V." The first half hour showed us the play as done
in Shakespeare's time (1600), then our imaginations were invoked and the scenes
thenceforth until the conclusion were played straight. The Technicolor was
magnificent. At times, when.. models were used, the distant castle and rolling
meadows were lovely, unearthly. The campfire scenes, the dreams of the famous
charge of the French knights at Agincourt in which they were cut to ribbons by
English bowmen will not soon fade.
Against the film was the difficult English
dialect, the use of much of Shakespeare's original dialogue, which is hard to
follow if the lines aren't well known.
Despite this, if it comes to America, you must
see it by all means.
I began a class of group psychotherapy this
morning in which 17 men are enrolled. I'm not too serious about the business,
however; I expect to try to maintain a level of interest only. Since no
constructive benefits ever came out of these classes that could be evaluated,
why not try this approach?
Clare Spranger told me today that she thought
one of my former patients was going to strike her for a moment. It seems that
he refused K.P. duty. He's a shell-shock case from Burma. Touchy business, much
of this. Lou Battista returned my breast obsession case - and so I'm stuck with
him again. The only breast obsession I ever had was with yours, pet, and I've
still got it! Hmmmm. How I want to take advantage of your offer to share your
side of the bed.
Threatening rains circled us today, with some
falling here. But tonight the moon is shining. We came back in an open taxi -
swell -- if you had just been beside me, Reva.
That's all, honey. I start each day with the
thought of you, and end it so.
Ever in love,
Dick
(Source: page 186 of Elaine Pinkerton (ed.):
“From Calcutta With Love: The World War II Letters of Richard and Reva Beard”
Lubbock: Texas Tech University Press, 2002 / Reproduced by courtesy of Texas
Tech University Press)
The day has been routine for the most part. Just
after Gus left me a note that he had gotten tickets to the Lighthouse Theater
for Friday night, I learned that I was to have AOD (Acting Officer on Duty)
Friday. By scurrying around, I got that changed to Saturday...which I won't
like particularly. Gus was gone for the noon and evening meals, taking pictures
of patients coming in by plane from China.
Tonight I went alone to see Danny Kaye in
"Wonder Man" done in Technicolor. It was very good, I think, but our
equipment couldn't reproduce the sound loudly enough so we had to enjoy the
comedy in almost complete silence. After picking up our jungle ration, Lord
Calvert's, I walked slowly home in the moonlight, thinking of you.
[…]
Tonight was a big night. Gus and I took our
time. Bathed, relaxed, then drove to Karnani for dinner. We had a whiskey and
soda or two at the bar, wine with the meal of chicken-fried steak. Then we
proceeded on up town to the Lighthouse to see Deanna Durbin in "Can't Help
Singing." I liked the fountain in the closing scene! Deanna's singing and
a lot of Technicolor were wasted on one of the worst films I've ever seen.
Clouds partially obscured a brilliant full moon.
We stopped at the club for coffee, drove past the lovely lake, whose border of
trees was mirrored in its bosom. Placid, calm, restful. Calcutta going to
sleep.
(Source: page 187&188 of Elaine Pinkerton
(ed.): “From Calcutta With Love: The World War II Letters of Richard and Reva
Beard” Lubbock: Texas Tech University Press, 2002 / Reproduced by courtesy of
Texas Tech University Press)
Gunga Din (RKO Radio), most expensive picture in the
history of RKO, which was last week on
the point of emerging from a six-year bankruptcy, unfolds a jolly story about
high jinks on India's frontier. Poor
old Gunga Din (Sam Jaffe) has small part in the proceedings. In the first part of the picture he wobbles about carrying
a goatskin water bag. In the last part,
he inspires a scared-looking Rudyard Kipling to produce a commemorative poem. The rest of the time
Gunga Din's doings are eclipsed by those of
three agile young sergeants—Gary Grant, Victor McLaglen and Douglas
Fairbanks Jr.
The story of Gunga Din, written by Ben Hecht and Charles
MacArthur and made into a screen play
by Joel Sayre and Fred Guiol, appears to be a sort of Anglo-Indian Three
Musketeers. What plot there is concerns
the efforts of two sergeants to persuade the third to re-enlist when his period of service expires. This entails much
hand-to-hand fighting against a band of
Thugs, a few barrack-room practical jokes and frequent athletic tricks of the sort popularized by Master Fairbanks'
father. Funny, spectacular, and exciting,
Gunga Din reaches its climax when the liveliest sergeant (Grant) gets
trapped by Thug Guru (Eduardo
Ciannelli) and is almost thrown into a pit full of hungry cobras. Typical sequence: battle between a regiment of Scots
Highlanders and Thug cavalry, filmed on the
slopes of Mt. Whitney last summer, with a cast of 900 extras.
As an individual product of the cinema industry, there
is practically nothing to be said
against Gunga Din. First-class entertainment, it will neither corrupt
the morals of minors nor affront the
intelligence of their seniors. But unfortunately, Gunga Din is not an isolated example of the cinema industry's
majestic mass product. It is a symbol of
Hollywood's current trend. As such it is as deplorable as it is
enlightening.
Up to 1938, the cinema industry was occupied with an
erratic progression from its beginning
in nickelodeons to its last phenomenon, screwball comedies. In 1938 the industry stopped going forward, began going
backward. The retrogression took three forms:
1) a series of revivals of old pictures, from The Sheik to Dracula; 2) a
series of remakes, from If I Were King
to The Adventures of Robin Hood; 3) a series of disguised remakes and delayed sequels like Going
Places, The Chaser, Tarzan's Revenge.
In 1938, a producer in England persuaded Bernard Shaw to
sell picture rights to his plays.
French producers have lately turned out genuinely original products like Le
Roman d'un Tricheur and Grand Illusion.
Hollywood, however, even when it was not deliberately repeating itself, repeated itself unconsciously. Gunga Din is an
example of this unconscious repetition.
Whatever there is to be said about the minor matter of barrack-room life in India has been more
than sufficiently said by the cinema many times, most recently in Lives of a Bengal Lancer, Charge of the Light
Brigade and Drums.
Moving pictures are a vigorous entertainment medium.
There has probably never been a moment
in the world's history when more exciting things were going on than in 1939.
That Hollywood can supply no better
salute to 1939 than a $2,000,000 rehash, however expert, of Rudyard Kipling and brown Indians in bed
sheets, is a sad reflection on its state of
mind.
(COPYRIGHT NOTICE: Reproduced under 'fair dealing' terms as part of a non
commercial educational research project. The copyright remains with Time Magazine)
Last week
the cinema event for which the U. S. has palpitated for three years took place
in Atlanta,
Ga.—the premiere of Gone With the Wind.
Governor
Eurith D. Rivers proclaimed a Statewide holiday, prepared to call out the
National Guard. Atlanta's Mayor William B. Hartsfield proclaimed a three-day
festival. To Georgia it was like winning the battle of Atlanta 75 years late,
with Yankee good will thrown in and the direct assistance of Selznick
International (which made the picture).
Mayor
Hartsfield urged every Atlanta woman and maid to put on hoop skirts and
pantalets, appealed to every Atlanta male to don tight trousers and a beaver,
sprout a goatee, sideburns and Kentucky colonel whiskers. He also requested
citizens not to tear off the clothes of visiting movie stars, as happened in
Kansas at the premiere of Dodge City.
While the
Stars and Bars flapped from every building, some 300,000 Atlantans and visitors
lined up for seven miles to watch the procession of limousines bring British
Vivien Leigh (in tears as thousands welcomed her "back home"), Clark
Gable, his wife Carole Lombard, Producer David O. Selznick, Laurence Olivier
and others from the airport. Crowds larger than the combined armies that fought
at Atlanta in July 1864 waved Confederate flags, tossed confetti till it seemed
to be snowing, gave three different versions of the Rebel yell, whistled,
cheered, goggled.
Highest
point in the high jinks was a Gone With the Wind costume ball night before the
premiere, attended by 6,000 celebrants, movie stars and executives galore,
Governors of five former Confederate States.
Belle of the
ball was Vivien Leigh, who nearly everybody agreed looked right like Scarlett
O'Hara. Darkly grinning Clark
Gable's head
was in a whirl. Hundreds of the prettiest little girls he had ever seen had
surrounded him earlier. One looked at him a little too long, gasped:
"Lord, I can't stand this any longer," fainted. An eleven-year-old
girl, given a choice of getting a Christmas present or meeting Clark Gable,
chose Gable. When Gable kissed her, she asked, "Now am I a woman?"
Conspicuously
absent from the ball was fun-loving, publicity-shy Novelist Margaret Mitchell, who
stayed home with her husband, Adman John R. Marsh. Said friends: "Her
dad's ailin'."
Next night
through the false front of tall white columns erected to make Atlanta's Grand
Theatre look like Tara (the O'Hara plantation in Gone With the Wind) streamed a
privileged 2,031 who were going to see the picture whose title Hollywood had
been abbreviating for three years as G With the W. They were conscious of
participating in a national event, of seeing a picture it had taken three yea~s
to make from a novel it had taken seven years to write. They knew it had taken
two years and something akin to genius to find a girl to play Scarlett O'Hara.
They knew it had cost more ($3,850,000) to produce the picture than any other
in cinema history except Ben Hur ($4,500,000) and Hell's Angels ($4,000,000).
They knew it was one of the longest pictures ever filmed (three hours and three
quarters of Technicolored action). Above all, most of them knew by heart the
love story of Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara, and they were there to protest
if it had undergone a single serious film change. Putting it on fPm had been a
job as fantastic as the ballyhoo.
Selzniclc's
Headache. Seventy-five years after the defeated Confederates trudged out of
Atlanta singing Maryland, My Maryland, Producer David 0. Selznick received one
of the most ecstatic business telegrams ever sent. It was sent by Kay (for
Katherine) Brown, Eastern Story Editor of Selznick International Pictures. She
said: "We have just airmailed detailed synopsis of Gone With the Wind by
Margaret Mitchell, also copy of book. ... I beg, urge, coax and plead with you
to read this at once. I know that after you read the book you will drop
everything and buy it."
Selznick
read the synopsis. With the sad fate of So Red the Rose in mind, he was in no
hurry to pay $50,000 for another Civil War book, and a first novel to boot. But
when Selznick International's Board Chairman John Jay ("Jock")
Whitney offered to buy the novel on his own, Selznick, saying, "I'll be
damned if you do," closed the deal. Then he took the book on an ocean
voyage to Honolulu to see what he had bought.
He finished
it a week later. That was Producer Selznick's first inkling that Gone With the
Wind held almost as many headaches for him as it had pages. First thing he saw
as clear as the Hawaiian sunshine was the hopelessness of trying to make a film
of conventional length.
Script-Tease.
First trouble was to reduce the 1,037-page novel to a workable Hollywood
script.
The late
leggy, lantern-jawed Sidney Howard was one of the ablest, most dependable
scripters who ever turned his successful plays into equally successful movies
(The Silver Cord, Yellow Jack, Dodsworth). Selznick considered Playwright
Howard "a great constructionist" and turned to him in his hour of need.
After a brief total immersion in Gone With the Wind, Sidney Howard arrived in
Hollywood in the spring of 1937. With Selznick's famed marked copy of Gone With
the Wind as a starter, Selznick, Howard and George Cukor (to supply the
director's angle) spent twelve hours of a series of hot summer days, hammering
out G With the W Script No. i. When finished, it contained 30,000 words, would
have required five and a half hours to run if it ever had been shot. It never
was. They made another. Then Selznick made another. In the next year Jo
Swerling, Oliver H. P. Garrett, Ben Hecht, John Van Druten, Michael Foster, F.
Scott Fitzgerald, Winston Miller, John Balderston, Edwin Justus Mayer all had
at least a little finger in the scenario. But next to Sidney Howard's work, the
bulk of the scripting, as David Selznick admits, was done by David Selznick. He
is still very touchy because a shooting script was not ready even by the time
that the final scenes were filmed. When the filming was practically complete
the last day's call sheet read: Script to come.
Scarlett.
Midway in producing G With the W, Producer Selznick decided he was in no hurry
to get going. The novel was too fresh in people's minds, which meant that they
would be critical of any picturization no matter how good. Selznick still had
nobody to play Scarlett O'Hara, and for more than two years he maintained
himself in this useful and exciting dilemma with tenacity and an astute sense
of showmanship. Polls were taken, scouts were despatched, a play about the
search was written, had been running two months—and still no Scarlett.
Racked
though they were with Scarlett fever, the U. S. cinemillions on one point were
constant—the people's choice to play Rhett Butler was Clark Gable.
.Selznick
therefore had to drive as shrewd a bargain as possible with Loew Inc., the
parent organization of M.G.M., to whom Clark Gable was under contract. The
terms were hard: 1) M.G.M. to have exclusive distribution rights for Gone With
the Wind and a sizable interest in the profits; 2) M.G.M. to finance the
picture to the tune of $1,250,000; 3) Gable to begin work for Selznick by Feb.
15, 1939. He was not to be kept beyond a reasonable time.
Clearly the
time had come to find Scarlett O'Hara. The historic discovery happened (by great
good luck) to coincide with the first takes of Gone With the Wind —the burning
of Atlanta.
Forty Acres
is the back lot of Selznick Studios in Culver City. Until the night of Dec. 11,
1938 it was cluttered with old sets accumulated during 20 years of movie
making. These sets were laboriously filled with waste and other inflammable
materials, well soaked with kerosene. As darkness fell, the $26,000 bonfire
roared sky-high while seven Technicolor cameras ground away. The first scenes
of Gone With the Wind had been shot. A flat representing the Atlanta warehouse
district was constructed in front of the old sets. In the light of the dying
flames Myron Selznick, Hollywood's No. 1 agent, stepped over to his brother.
With him was his British client, wasp-waisted, tilt-browed, hazel-eyed
Cinemactress Vivien Leigh (pronounced Lee), who had slipped into Hollywood
allegedly to see Laurence Olivier. Said Myron Selznick to David Selznick:
"Dave, I want you to meet Scarlett O'Hara."
So after two
years, four months of nationwide search and tension, dashing Georgia Belle
Scarlett O'Hara was a wispish little English girl with a neatly clipped British
accent. Born in Darjeeling, India, in the Himalaya Mountains, Nov. 5, 1913, she
spent the first five years of her life in Calcutta, about which she remembers
nothing. Later she attended convent school near London with Cinemactress
Maureen O'Sullivan. Still later Vivien Leigh studied dramatics. Married in 1932
to Barrister Leigh Holman (whose first name plus her own first name she uses
for a stage name), she has a little girl. After The Mask of Virtue, in which,
says Cinemactress Leigh, "I played a tart," she had small parts in
Fire Over England,
Dark
Journey, A Yank At Oxford. While playing in The First Time—The Last, she met Laurence
Olivier, to whom, when both receive their divorces, she will be married.
"Their
love," says a friend, "is the most beautiful thing I have ever
known." Vivien Leigh and Laurence Olivier spend most of their time
together, are seldom seen at Hollywood night clubs, both like reading (she
prefers biographies, thought David Cecil': The Young Melbourne
"wonderfully good"). Olivier sings a few songs that Vivien Leigh
knows how to pick out c i the piano. In their repertory: The Melody in F, Banjo
on My Knee, My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean.
Though
professional Anglophobes squawked at the choice of an English girl to play
Scarlett O'Hara and a chapter of the United Daughters of the Confederacy at
Ocala, Fla. protested, most Southerners were relieved. Their real fear was that
a damn yankee girl might be given the part.
The choice
of Vivien Leigh was not altogether a surprise to Vivien Leigh. British Director
Victor Saville, now in Hollywood, read one of the first copies of Gone With the
Wind to reach England. As soon as he had finished it, he rushed to the
telephone and mischievously called Vivien Leigh. Said he: "Vivien, I've
just read a great story for the movies about the bitchiest of all bitches, and
you're just the person to play the part."
The Women.
On Jan. 26, 1939, Cukor began directing with a very incomplete script. Trouble
started at once. Selznick was not satisfied with the results which Cukor, a
specialist in intimate scenes, especially with women, was getting. Selznick
felt that Cukor did not get the "big feel" of Gone With the Wind and
worked too slowly.
When Cukor
"resigned," Vivien Leigh and Olivia de Havilland? charged into
Selznick's office and in an emotional, sometimes tearful scene, pleaded with
him to keep Cukor. Being smart women as well as capable actresses, they
realized that the chances of getting another director with the same peculiar
interest in women's roles were very slim. But they were fighting a lost cause.
Selznick
called in Clark Gable, showed him a list of possible new directors. On
Selznick's list were Robert Z. Leonard, Jack Conway, King Vidor, Victor
Fleming. Asked to choose, Gable promptly named his great & good friend
Victor Fleming, a big, grey, handsome, nervous, highly efficient Hollywood
veteran, who has pulled through such problem pictures as The Crowd Roars, The
Great Waltz, The Wizard of Oz, recently directed two of M.G.M.'s greatest
moneymakers, Captains Courageous, Test Pilot. On Feb. 27, Fleming started the
cameras rolling. Conscientious Craftsman Fleming drove his company hard.
Though Clark
Gable taught Vivien Leigh to play backgammon, and never won a game from her,
they were not the best of friends. Director Fleming and Cinemactress Leigh
differed over the interpretation of Scarlett, to which Fleming wanted to restore
the "guts" he thought George Cukor had taken out of it. Vivien
Leigh began
a sparring game to preserve the Cukor conception.
On the set
quarrels between Fleming and Leigh popped up over trifles, often ended with
Leigh in
tears, Fleming in rage.
Meantime
there was interminable dissatisfaction with the script. Hours were wasted while
it was written on the set. Fleming confessed to a friend in the cast that at
one point he thought of driving his car off a cliff he was passing, and finally
went to bed for a week while M.G.M. Director Sam Wood (Good-Eye, Mr. Chips')
carried on.
Last day of
shooting was July i, 1939. With shooting completed, cutting began.
The 225,000
feet of film (printed from 475,000 feet of film exposed) had to be cut and
spliced into a moving picture short enough to exhibit.
In more
all-day all-night sessions, Fleming and Selznick worked with cutters, taking
out, putting in, putting in, taking out, until they had a picture that ran just
under four hours. They took this to Riverside, in the orange country, surprised
fans there with a sneak preview. With them was Jock Whitney, who had not seen
the film before. When the picture ended, tears were streaming down his face.
The Picture.
No great shakes as literature, the novel had been dropped on the floor by most
literary critics as soon as it dropped in their laps. They thought its love
story a bore, its history sectional, its length pretentious, its writing as
drab as a bolt of butternut shoddy. The destruction of the South's civilization
in the War between the States, told as the case history of two plantation
families, the red-blooded O'Haras and the blue-blooded Wilkeses, had been
better told before. The overlapping loves of Scarlett O'Hara for Ashley Wilkes,
Rhett Butler for Scarlett O'Hara, could be read in any confession magazine.
But Gone
With the Wind was a U. S. Legend. In fact, it was two of them. Legend No. i was
the only great U. S. war epic—the War between the States—told from the Southern
side. Legend No. 2 was the heroic and unhappy love story of two people who were
strong, brutal, brash, realistic, American enough to survive Legend No. i. Like
all good legends, these were told without subtlety, subjective shadings,
probings or questionings, its characters were instantly recognizable types.
Scarlett's "I won't think of it now, I'll think of it tomorrow" was a
catch line. Whatever it was not, Gone With the Wind was a first-rate piece of
Americana, and Americans in the mass knew what they wanted before the critics
had got through telling them they should not want it.
Better than
almost anybody who worked with him, Producer David Selznick sensed that the
first rule in retelling a legend is exactly the same as retelling a fairy tale
to children—no essential part of the story must ever be changed. In the film,
none is.
Next was a
casting problem. The characters must appear in the movie exactly as they were
in the book. They do.
The U. S.
cinemillions had already unanimously voted that Clark Gable must play Rhett
Butler. Selznick also bowed to them when he cast Olivia de Havilland as
sweetish, big-eyed, thrushlike Melanie Hamilton, Leslie Howard as smooth,
anemic, intellectual Ashley Wilkes, Laura Hope Crews as futile, flustered
foolish Aunt Pittypat. Two of Selznick's minor castings were inspired: 1)
Thomas Mitchell as old hard-riding Gerald O'Hara, who (after his mind is gone)
by sheer power of pantomime dominates the scenes in which he has almost nothing
to say or do; 2) colored Cinemactress Hattie McDaniel, who comes from Kansas,
had to be taught to speak thick Georgian, turns in the most finished acting job
of the picture as Mammy, the sly, leather-lunged, devoted Emily Post of the
O'Haras. And Vivien Leigh had not petted and pouted on the screen for five
minutes before the fussy Atlanta audience was ready to underwrite Selznick's
choice of the little-known English actress to be the Southern belle. Whether
she spoke letter-perfect middle high Georgian, few people outside middle
Georgia
would ever know, and nobody watching her act really cared.
So long as
they swore by the book, producers of Gone With the Wind were free to make as
great a picture as they could, and the film has almost every thing the book has
in the way of spectacle, drama, practically endless story and the means to make
them bigger and better.
The burning
of Atlanta, the great "boom" shots of the Confederate wounded lying
in the streets and the hospital after the Battle of Atlanta are spectacle
enough for any picture, and unequaled.
For almost
four hours the drama keeps audiences on the edge of their seats with few
letdowns. There are unforgettable climaxes: 1) Scarlett shooting the Yankee
"deserter" ("deserter" is a concession to Northern protest:
in the book he is one of Sherman's raiders) ; 2) the scene of mass desolation
as the quietly weeping people of Atlanta read the casualty lists after
Gettysburg. Audiences are jerked out of their seats when the mood of defeat is
smashed triumphantly as a band bursts into Dixie. By great cinema craft, it is
the first time the whole of Dixie is heard in the picture.
There are
few comic concessions, but there is sly humor in Prissy 's (Butterfly McQueen)
singing of Jes' a Few Mo' Days, Ter Tote de Weery Load. There is -sumptuous
satire in the sets of the barbaric mansion, the realization of all Scarlett's
ideals, in which Rhett and Scar lett enshrine their garish passion. In
contrast, sudden lyrical shots lighten the cinemagnificence. Technicolor (using
a new process) has never been used with more effective restraint than in Gone
With the Wind. Exquisite shot: Gerald O'Hara silhouetted beside Scarlett
against the eve ning sky at Tara while he propounds to her the meaning of the
one thing she has left when everything else is wrecked — the red earth of Tara.
Though
delighted Georgians clapped, cheered, whistled and wept at the historical
sequences, Northerners might not. There had been protests from daughters of G.
A. R. veterans. But David Selznick was not worried. The advantage of film ing
two great legends in one picture was that he had two great pictures — a sure
fire Rebel-rouser for the South, a sure fire love story for the rest of the
country.
After the
Hollywood press preview, Producer Selznick stood in the lobby, scanning the
faces of the "toughest audience in the world" with as much eager ness
as any tyro at his own first play.
Most of them
were dabbing their eyes, and for those who were not the impact of the picture
was too powerful to talk about.
Selznick got
few comments. Perhaps he was unduly worried about the $5,000,000 the picture
has to make before it begins to earn any profits at all. Perhaps he was
worrying about something else. Night be fore, Producer Selznick made a
confession that had the ring of truth. Said he of Gone With the Wind: "At
noon I think it's divine, at midnight I think it's lousy.
Sometimes I
think it's the greatest picture ever made. But if it's only a great picture,
I'll still be satisfied."
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In 1932 Hungarian-born Cinema Producer Alexander Korda
got his newly organized London Film
Productions off to a so-so start with a film called Wedding Rehearsal. A
tyro actress named Merle Oberon was in
the cast. Next year Korda got enough money together to make the famed Private Life of Henry VIII,
with Merle playing Anne Boleyn to Charles
Laughton's Henry. Henry VIII not only put the British cinemindustry on
the map, but brought fame & fortune
to many, including Producer Korda, Cinemactress Oberon.
Before Korda spotted her in 1932, when she was doing bit
parts for British studios, Estelle
Merle O'Brien Thompson, a lithe, dark girl with magazine cover curves and beckoning Eurasian eyes, had been a hostess
in a London café. She says she was born in
Tasmania, lived in Bombay and Calcutta, was brought to England at 17 by
an army officer uncle.
Since Henry VIII, Merle Oberon has appeared in a
succession of important Hollywood
cinemas, but once a year she returns to make a film for Korda. She has
been romantically linked with several
cinema swains, chiefly Brian Aherne (opposite her in Beloved Enemy) and David Niven (opposite her in Wuthering
Heights). But last week it was clear that, no
matter how many cinema hands she had held for the publicity department,
her heart still belonged to Korda. At
Antibes, France, after some delay because experienced (once-divorced) Bridegroom Korda mislaid a necessary paper, Korda
and Oberon were married, went on a
Riviera honeymoon.
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Business at cinemansion box offices was still far below
the wartime boom. Variety blamed it on
rain, premature summer and lightweight products.
Exhibitors said that all they really need is better
pictures to draw crowds; they
particularly want big new marquee names. At present the only sure-fire
stars—regardless of the picture—are
Ingrid Bergman and Bing Crosby.
Hollywood, anticipating a recession in the
not-too-distant future, was planning more
costly and colossal productions on the theory that any old picture will
make money in good times, but in tough
times, the public gets choosy.
Top money-makers over the past few weeks:
1) Duel in the Sun (S.R.O.) and The Egg and I
(Universal)
2) The Farmer's Daughter (RKO Radio)
3) The Best Years of Our Lives (RKO Radio) and Calcutta
(Paramount)
4) The Macomber Affair (United Artists)
5) The Two Mrs. Carrolls (Warner) and Odd Man Out (Rank;
Universal-International).
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Calcutta (Paramount) is a conventional, well-made
melodrama about two U.S. airmen (Alan
Ladd, William Eendix) who undertake to find out who killed their best
friend, and why. In the course of
finding out, Ladd and the dead man's sweetheart (Gail Russell) make uneasy but interested eyes at each other. There is
some effective singing in a nightclub (by
June Duprez), such side dishes of menace as a suspect gentleman in a
turban, and some reasonably exciting
mayhem in a pitch dark hangar. Gradually the investigators realize that they have unwittingly been flying the
Hump for a gang of jewel thieves who will stop
at nothing—not even the picture's denouement.
Alan Ladd handles both girls and perils with his
customary cold, efficient grace; Gail
Russell is very easy to look at; and William Bendix, as usual, is a
benefit to the show—though he is given
nothing much to set his teeth in. Well-mounted, well-played, well-tailored in every way, the picture even
suggests that it might be taking place in
some such city as Calcutta. Yet it will be impossible for a
melodramaddict to feel that he hasn't
already been there a hundred times.
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And that reminds me of another embarrssing
situation.
When attending a movie in a Calcutta theater and
an American film was showing, sometimes absolutely silly scenes would be on the
screen. Those scenes might have made an American laugh at home, but there in
India, again, I would have liked to crawl under a seat. I wanted to stand up
and loudly announce, "Hey, fine folks, that's not really the way it is
back home where I'm from. We don't really act that way."
Situations that would have been absurdly funny
to an American at home evoked not even a smile from Indians watching the show.
I wondered, "Do they think that is what America is really like?"
(source: a series of E-Mail interviews with
Glenn Hensley between 12th June 2001 and 28th August
2001)
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There was
a small board in front of Metro Cinema, saying: “No admission to Indians”.
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After
an excellent lunch of, usually, grilled Betki and mashed aloo, we would
go to the 'bioscope' -the flicks at the Lighthouse cinema : l have, of course seen a number of Indian
films including- 'Aag’ starring Raj Kapoor with plenty of noise and action ' After the 'flicks' we would return to Megna, passing
through numerous bazzars from which floated many exotic smells and loud music - ' Duniya mai kon ke humera ?' - and such like songs ; all
of which lent an air of mystery and excitement to those long past journeys.
A. Yes.
Till 1947, in undivided Bengal, Aurora had several cinema halls. I saw one hall
at 'Pabna' and one at 'Faridpur' which we had to leave after independence. At
that time we also had to leave few other halls as those were remained under the
territory of East Pakisthan. In West Bengal, we had two cinema halls, one at
Kharagpur and one at Midnapur. Both were named 'Aurora Talkies' and still exist.
Once Aurora took lease one cinema hall at Howrah for few days.
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She wants to know about seating in the
Chowringee Road cinema (I don't rememer which one it was) where I frequently
watched movies. Yes, everyone was sitting together any time I ever attended. A
person just went in, looked for an empty seat and sat down.
Military, civilian, Indian, anybody seemed to
sit where they pleased.
I think I may have commented before, but when I
attended movies, and with a mixed audience of Indians and the rest of us, many
times I wished I could hide under a seat. Circumstances on the screen that
would have evoked laughter from an Amercan audience produced strange silence
from my Indian seatmates. I would think to myself,"I know these peole think
they are seeing the truth about American daily life, but it's just a movie.
Life at home is NOT like what you are seeing at all."
I wish I could remember the name of that cinema,
but I can't. All I know is it was one on Chowringee and across from the Maidan,
not far from the Esplanade. I know there were several that might fit that
description, but that's the bet I can do.
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Hensley between 12th June 2001 and 28th August 2001)
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and we were able to carry on and go to the
pictures, which were really nice out there, because they were all
air-conditioned and it was so hot in Calcutta. I always remember that on one
occasion we went to see 'Romeo and Juliet'. Obviously it wasn't our taste of a
picture and we made ourselves a bit of a nuisance what with, 'Wherefore art
thou, Romeo?' and all the rest of it. 'Ssh, ssh', people went, so we got up and
walked out.
(source: A5526489 Memories of a Bombardier 1940
- 1946 (Part 4) at BBC WW2
People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/ Oct 2006)
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I spent the summer of 1949 in Calcutta and saw
many movies. At that time, they were released in Calcutta as soon as they were
released in the US – almost immediately. A few months later, I left for the US
to live in Poughkeepsie, NY which is a small town 75 miles north of New York City.
The movies I had seen in Calcutta only came to Poughkeepsie several months
later. My friends were very surprised that I had already seen them in Calcutta.
I don't remember the names of the Movie theatres in Calcutta but they were very
elegant with luxurious seats.
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board Feb 2003)
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In the cinema […] you always sat on your coat
because of the bugs.
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[I remember]
The race down the terraced tea estate to get to the Plaza for a rare cinema
trip. The noise of some two hundred boys breaking open the husks of monkey nuts
in the cinema, while the prefects on the balcony shouted "Stop eating
cheenas!"
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[I
remember] Lying in bed at night as the monsoon rain hammered on the corrugated
tin roof. Each dormitory had selected storytellers, and the subject matter came
from the films seen in the last holidays.
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One of my last
memories of that time is going to the pictures with my eldest sister Marie, who
used to look after all her younger brothers and sisters and in fact continued
to be a benefactress to all of us as long as she was able. The film was
"Caught in the Draft". On the way to the cinema there was an air raid
signal and we all trooped into a nearby shop where there was an air raid
shelter. I should think this must have been around 1942 when the Japs were
bombing Calcutta. Although this is my only conscious memory of an air raid, the
sound of a siren like an air raid siren still has the effect of throwing me
into a panic.
After doing a spell of menial tasks around the
transit camp, I saw a notice on the Order Board that personnel were required to
train as 'Cinema Projectionist' for a new Corps being formed to take mobile
units around Burma. So I volunteered.
After hearing nothing for three or four weeks, I
was suddenly informed that I had been selected for training in this new unit.
It was to be called the AKS (Army Kinema Section), later to become CKS
(Combined Kinema Section).
I travelled to Bombay alone to join others at a
tented camp outside the City centre. We were given an intensive course in
handling cinema projection equipment, both 16mm and 35mm and in the theory of
motion-picture technique, sound cine and electricity by experts from REME and
Bombay Film Studios.
I found this most interesting and at the end of
several weeks, I passed out as a qualified projectionist and was immediately
promoted to the rank of Sergeant in Dec ‘44.
This was indeed a turn-up for the book; three
stripes proudly sewn on the sleeve, use of any sergeant’s mess and best of all,
up went the pay some threefold. The Rupee was of course the currency of the day.
Just had to write the news home and Dad could not believe I had been made a
Sergeant!
Not all of us made the grade but those who did
collected a brand-new Canadian Bedford, 15cwt truck (I still have photographs
of this) with a 240v generator bolted to the floor and two 16mm Victor
projectors and speakers, in padded boxes along the sides.
Added to these, a large screen that fitted into
a ‘take-apart’ tubular frame, enough spares for any mishaps - and some films.
We were also assigned an Indian soldier known as
an IOR (Indian Other Rank) as an assistant who was picked from the Indian Army,
usually having, like us, seen some action or been downgraded medically. They
were trained to be assistant projectionist and relief driver.
As with so many in India, one could end up with
a Sikh, Hindu, Tamil etc. I had a Pathan, a hillman from the North West
Frontier, who had I believe been a havildar (sergeant) in the Indian army but
was reduced to the ranks through some misdemeanour. He was now a Naik (lance
corporal). He was a huge bearded fellow who frightened the life out of me, the
first time I saw him, by his size but he was a marvellous companion. One never
felt nervous travelling all those thousands of miles, as we did, through Burma
with him around. He also acted as batman - such luxury!
The first thing he did on arriving at the
location of a show was to make up the Sahib's bed, whether it was in the truck
or a sergeant’s mess and arrange hot water for washing etc. We conversed in a
mixture of Urdu (to speak this was a part of getting my third stripe), English
and sign language.
Thus equipped and with
our new Bedfords, we were all loaded on to long railway 'flats', three trucks
to a flat and huffed and puffed our way right across India from Bombay to
Calcutta. That would make a story in itself, sleeping, cooking, eating on the
'flat', getting water from the engine for washing and making char. Sleeping on
that rocking platform, under the stars.
Calcutta was a much
more squalid city than Bombay with many beggars and people dying on the streets
during the night to be picked up by the 'death cart' in the morning. The
streets teemed with troops of all nationalities: Yanks, Chinese, Malays,
Africans you name them they were there.
After a few days at
Calcutta, we were despatched on our separate ways with a list of places to
visit. I was assigned a route that was to take me back into Burma more
peacefully this time. Food and petrol etc was collected where you could at
various units on route and likewise pay.
On arrival at a unit, you would contact the
adjutant or like and be shown a place or just space where you were to put on a
show. The screen would be erected and held upright with guy ropes, the
projectors were placed on their transit boxes and connected to the speakers. The
15cwt was parked at a distance with its generator connected to the projectors
with a heavy cable. The film was threaded up and you were ready to start the
show.
When dusk fell, there was no twilight, the
troops starting arriving, sitting on the ground or on boxes, tree trunks etc in
front of (and often behind) the screen and the show would begin.
With the help of the IOR a slick change over
from each machine could be obtained; sometimes not so slick and now and then
the wrong reel put on by mistake, this would be greeted with boos and catcalls
- just like the 'Regal' at home.
The films were quite up-to-date and included
cartoons and newsreels flown in from England. The audiences were usually most
appreciative and the cinema outfit was always welcome whether it was a proper
camp or just a clearing in the jungle.
With this outfit we travelled hundreds of miles
all over Burma, visiting all the famous places such as Mandalay, Meiktila,
Shewbo, Pegu etc not forgetting Kohima where there is now famous memorial to the
14th Army with this inscription:
'When you go home, tell them of us and say
For your tomorrow we gave our today.’
Some of the locations were near to the front
line, in fact sometimes within earshot of heavy guns. Some of the places I had
been to as a fighting soldier. ENSA shows toured Burma and India. I saw Vera
Lynn performing on a makeshift stage in a jungle clearing, very near the front
line with full supporting cast. Likewise Tommy Trinder for whom I helped to
generate the juice for the stage lights with the cinema generator He wasn’t too
pleased when they all went out in the middle of his act because someone or an
animal had charged through the supply cable.
And so the shows went on wherever possible and,
like the fighting did not stop for the monsoon season which lasts some three
months. We pressed on despite the rain, which in turn brought the mud. It just
added to life's difficulties; something else to be overcome.
After a long spell with the 15cwt, I was given a
30cwt truck with a single Kaylee 35mm projector, with RCA sound, mounted to
project over the cab through an aperture. There was an additional 15cwt truck
and driver for the power supply. These were proper cinema arc projectors and
the 35mm film was highly inflammable, unlike the 'Safety 16mm'. With the single
projector one had to change reels, usually eight to a film; this swift but
unavoidable interval was always greeted with catcalls.
When showing Indian films to the coloured
troops, there were usually twelve reels or more. Very tedious! To shorten the
show, I tried cheating by missing out some reels at random but was caught out
one night by an Indian officer who knew the film story - rapped knuckles for
that one!
Those Indian films with their strange music
always seemed to attract snakes; maybe it was just coincidence but so often
after such a show there was a snake scare. One night during a show, I went back
to the 15cwt to fetch something and there found a long snake inside the cab
near the engine. Being a 'clever dick', I pulled out the Service revolver we
carried (a Colt .38) and fired at it. Oh yes! I hit it after a couple of shots
but in doing so smashed the carburettor and had to spend the night on location.
Needless to say, I slept the night in the Unit's Sergeants Mess, not in the
truck.
(source: A7659723 A Willing Volunteer Part 3 at
BBC WW2 People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/
Oct 2006)
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With the single projector one had to change
reels, usually eight to a film; this swift but unavoidable interval was always
greeted with catcalls.
When showing Indian films to the coloured
troops, there were usually twelve reels or more. Very tedious! To shorten the
show, I tried cheating by missing out some reels at random but was caught out
one night by an Indian officer who knew the film story - rapped knuckles for
that one!
Those Indian films with their strange music
always seemed to attract snakes; maybe it was just coincidence but so often
after such a show there was a snake scare. One night during a show, I went back
to the 15cwt to fetch something and there found a long snake inside the cab
near the engine. Being a 'clever dick', I pulled out the Service revolver we
carried (a Colt .38) and fired at it. Oh yes! I hit it after a couple of shots
but in doing so smashed the carburettor and had to spend the night on location.
Needless to say, I slept the night in the Unit's Sergeants Mess, not in the
truck.
(source: A7659723 A Willing Volunteer Part 3 at
BBC WW2 People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/
Oct 2006)
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Believe it or not, this man has just bitten the
head from a live Krait snake. He is
professor Sher Mohammed and his feats include drinking acid, eating glass,
fire-walking. He is a legitimate
performer and has spent the war years touring for the entertainment of Indian
troops rather than poach on sidewalk tourists.
(source:
webpage http://oldsite.library.upenn.edu/etext/sasia/calcutta1947/? Monday, 16-Jun-2003 / Reproduced by courtesy of David N. Nelson,
South Asia Bibliographer, Van Pelt Library, University of Pennsylvania)
Alfred
Theatre (Natya Bharati)—91A Harrison Road. Phone, B.B.
1544.
Calcuttan
Theatre—85 Upper Chitpore Road.
Corinthian
Theatre—5 Dharamsala Street.
Minerva
Theatre—6 Beadon Street. Phone, B.B- 5289.
Natya
Niketan—2A Raja Raj Kissen Street.
Rungmahal
Theatre—76/1 Cornwallis Street.
Star
Theatre—79 Cornwallis Street. Phone, B.B. 1139.
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In Bengal, during those days, theatre was more
popular than cinema. Moreover, 'Aurora Touring Party' had its own theatre team
for itinerant shows. Itinerant shows means a combination of film shows, magic
shows and theatre shows.
Q. Did you see Aurora's itinerant exhibition?
A. Not those film shows. But I saw the
activities of touring party at our house. Just after the Durgapuja festival,
Those teams used to get out and traveled throughout the Bengal, Bihar, Assam
for entire winter season. I saw three similar teams. Among the three managers,
one was my maternal uncle, Sati Bhusan Ghosh. The other two was Ashu Gupta and
..(sorry! I can't recall it).
Q. How long this business run?
A. Up to the mid 1930s until Aurora had its own
studio and fully shifted in distribution and production business.
Q. But as far I read, tent shows lost its
popularity from early 1920s
A. That was happened in cities and developing
villages, not in the entire Bengal. Moreover we had some invitations from
different landlords at their palaces.
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Calcutta, 1944. Me (extreme right) on
the steps of one of the the palatial homes [at Bally] of the poet Rabindranath
Tagore - opened to the RAF for the duration of the war. Here, I and my friends
do a silly burlesque on the steps of the grand entrance.
(source: A2849484 Another Innocent Abroad Edited
at BBC WW2 People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/
Oct 2006)
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By
October, it seemed safe to go to Calcutta, where we stayed until January 1948,
playing at the old Garrison Theatre in Park Street. We were based at the
Fairlawn Hotel, an old-fashioned family-run place, which had become our home
whenever we were in Calcutta. The Bengalis have always been interested in
theatre, and their drama has a strong intellectual element. Two promising young
actors, Utpal Dutt and Pratap Roy, joined us for a while. The Calcutta
audiences and critics were enthusiastic. The
Statesman critic wrote of Othello:
‘Nobody
appreciative of good acting and fluent stage manage ment should miss this
performance ... we came away from the Garrison Theatre with a
feeling of integration, which no other available form of amusement is
able to provide for the residents of this city, and having once enjoyed it, we cannot
but wish that the English Repertory Company would prolong their stay here
indefinitely. Their presence in Calcutta has raised the cultural level of the
city, and could they be persuaded to make it their home, at least during every
winter, Calcutta would be less cut off
from the rest of the world.'
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There were
occasional school concerts. Under the leadership
of Mrs. Clarke, our entire class had to draw, paint and then cut out cardboard
masks, representing different animals. I must have drawn the short straw, as
mine was the elephant. I have no memory of the song, and this was years before
the “Doctor Doolittle” movie came along.
On another occasion I played Henry the Eighth, and my pal Basset had the
part of one of his many queens. The scene was set at breakfast, and for as few
happy hours we were under the impression that we would get to eat something
pleasant on stage. The producer
supplied already emptied eggshells, which when turned upside down in the
eggcups looked normal. My allusions of the theatre were shattered at an early
age. Some of the senior classes were
given a fascinating lecture by an American Air Force officer on “Skip Bombing”,
where light bombers dropped their weapons just feet above the surface of the
sea, so that the bomb bounced several times before slamming into the side of
the target ship. There was a visit
from a magician in the Assembly Hall. The cleverness with playing cards was too
far away from those at the back of the hall, but his finale involved a saucer
that was handed to a victim. Then on stage, the man lit a candle and waved his
hands over the flame. There was a yelp from the saucer-holder, as the object in
his hands became too hot to handle.
This impressed us immensely, until some know-all in a senior class
explained that the saucer was covered in something that stung… the distant
candle was merely a stage prop. The
school was often visited by Father Prior, an impressive old gentleman wearing
white with a beard to match. One of his favourite stories was that the purpose
of the steep roaring mountain streams was to move sand and rocks down towards
the sea, thus making “King George’s empire ever bigger”. His other party trick was to tell us “The
Monkey’s Paw”, and this always soon before bed-time. I don’t think we really
understood the play, but most were scared witless.
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The pioneer of wireless transmission was that
gifted genius Signor Marconi. In May 1897 he made his first successful
experiment across the length of a billiard table in a hotel in the Isle of
Wight. This was followed by demonstrations in Italy two months later, when
communication was established between an Italian cruiser and the shore.
The far-reaching possibilities of this
invention, the greatest of the day, were quickly realized by the British Post
Office, and before long the Admirality and large shipping concerns, showed
their practical interest in this wonderful method of communication. In 1901,
only a year after the formation of the Marconi International Marine
Communication Company, the first British ship was fitted with wireless: today a
world total of no less than 15,000 ships are so equipped, including 4,000
British vessels.
When the British India Steam Navigation Company
decided to fit their fleet of ships on the Indian coast with wireless, the
Marconi Marine Company in 1912 established an office in Hastings Street,
Calcutta, for that purpose;
by 1918, however, larger accommodation became
necessary, and the Company moved to Temple Chambers. It will be of interest to
note that the first broadcasting
transmitter, known as 5 A.F., was installed here in 1923.
In 1927, the Indian Broadcasting Company was
formed, and erected Broadcasting Stations at Bombay and Calcutta; this company
was later taken over by the Government, who have re-organised the service and
are responsible for the fine quality and variety of the programmes provided.
Today wireless plays a large part in the world's
activities; it is used for entertainment, advertising and propaganda.
A few yards down Hare Street are the offices of the
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Inquire At. U.S. Military Hq. at 6
Lindsay Street
Calcutta Police Hq. at Lal Bazar
Advertise In. The Daily Bulletin.
The Local Newspaper.
Broadcast. If you have lost
something extremely valuable, such as important documents, get in touch with
the Station Director of the All-India Radio Station.
(source: “The Calcutta Key” Services of Supply
Base Section Two Division, Information and education Branch, United States Army
Forces in India - Burma, 1945: at:
http://cbi-theater-12.home.comcast.net/~cbi-theater-12/calcuttakey/calcutta_key.html)
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VU2ZU Calling. VU2ZU calling at
1355 on the dial! You Yanks in Base Section No. 2 not only have a great
newspaper of your own, but you also have a modern and complete radio station
serving you and the Allied Forces in the I-B Theater. With two small,
well-equipped studios and a large auditorium for producing live shows, and now
operating on 1000 watts, VU2ZU is now Big Time. Sound-proofed walls, indirect
lighting, heavily carpeted floors - it's worth anyone's visiting just to take a
look.
Listening In. Much of the
broadcasting time is and will continue to be devoted to transcribed programs
fresh from the States. But live shows featuring you and your buddy are one of
the main factors in entertaining you. Daily summaries of the news will be
augmented by important news flashes that will be broadcast throughout the day.
Sports events, important ceremonies, etc., will continue to receive spot
covering. Consult the Radio Station for weekly radio programs, keep tuned in
for late happenings, or when in Command town visit the studios to look them
over and, if you wish, to participate with the audience in live shows. For any
program requests, write or telephone to the Station Director, Station VU2ZU,
located in Rest Camp No. 1 of Base Section No. 2.
(source: “The Calcutta Key” Services of Supply
Base Section Two Division, Information and education Branch, United States Army
Forces in India - Burma, 1945: at:
http://cbi-theater-12.home.comcast.net/~cbi-theater-12/calcuttakey/calcutta_key.html)
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C. C. Saha, Ltd., 170 Dharamtolla St., 1000-1400
Thurs., 1000-1900 weekdays and Sat. Will repair most makes of radios in 3-4
days.
Chicago Telephone & Radio Co., Ltd., 25
Chowringhee Rd., 0930-1830 weekdays, 0930-1500 Sat. Repair service by following
day when possible. Recordings for sale.
Radio Supply Stores, Ltd., 3 Dalhousie Sq. East,
1030-1830 weekdays, 1030-1530 Sat. Repair all makes if parts available, 7-12
day service. Spare parts sold. Public Speaking equipment.
N. B. Sen, 11 Esplanade East, 1000-1900
weekdays, 1000-1400 Sat. 1 week for repair estimate, an additional several days
for the work itself.
(source: “The Calcutta Key” Services of Supply
Base Section Two Division, Information and education Branch, United States Army
Forces in India - Burma, 1945: at:
http://cbi-theater-12.home.comcast.net/~cbi-theater-12/calcuttakey/calcutta_key.html)
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During his stay in Calcutta, the ‘All India Radio’ recognized his
talent as an exceptional pianist and gave him a regular slot on the air.
Working for the radio station he would accompany the Westminster Singers on the
piano once a month and he would play the latest records which he would be given
for free from H.M.V records Calcutta branch during his weekly slot. Just before
leaving India, he and a group of three others in the depot formed the R.A.F
Muir Club quartet, which was a group of musicians who performed for the rest of
the R.A.F, stationed in Calcutta.
One of the final things he did before leaving India was to appear
in a film called ‘India Calling Blighty’
(source: A2772236 My Grandpa's Life During World
War 2 Edited at BBC WW2
People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/ Oct 2006)
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In July 1943 I heard
that my boyfriend Charlie would be speaking on BBC radio from Calcutta. Although I was working in the depot, I was given
permission to walk back to camp and listen on the radio there, it was lovely to
hear him.
(source: A3658944 My Time in the ATS at BBC WW2 People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/
Oct 2006)
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The radio worsened things. Being government-controlled,
it gave censored news. Though even that was fearsome, few believed what they
heard. They relied on even more fearsome rumours, especially since, in other
respects, the information given over the radio did not fit what they themselves
were seeing. These rumours further intimidated the residents of mixed
localities, and minorities began to move out of them, ghettoising the city even
more.
(source pages3
of Ashis Nandy: “Death of an Empire” in Persimmon. Asian Literature,
Arts and Culture (Volume III, Number 1, New York, Spring 200r also
www.sarai.net/journal/02PDF/03morphologies/ 04death_empire.pdf pp 14-20 Sarai Reader 2002: The Cities of
Everyday Life.)
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Pansie Marjorie Muriel Hepworth Norris's and Max
Norris's ENSA I. D. Cards
(source: A5253518 The ENSA Years of ‘The Norris
Trio’ - Part 2 - My Burma Story at BBC WW2 People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/ Oct
2006)
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On one night I
remember, about 5000 soldiers were marched into a great field, and there, picked
out by a searchlight, in a shimmering silver dress, was Vera Lynn. And she sang
‘The White Cliffs of Dover
(source: A5756187 One Man's War. at BBC WW2 People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/
Oct 2006)
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On only two occasions did we get visits from
well-known stars back home. The first was Vera Lynn whose husband was in India
and the second was Noel Coward. I will never forget the concert he gave at
Barrackpore. Wonderful! He sang his own songs accompanying himself at the
piano. The words were often not those normally sung to his tunes, but especial
for the occasion and somewhat risqué. At half time he went off to change his
shirt which was absolutely wet through in the heat - and then came back
refreshed. A great entertainer and a great man.
(source: A6665457 TWEEDALE's WAR Part 11 Pages
85-92 at BBC WW2 People's War'
on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/ Oct 2006)
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During a trip from
Bombay to Calcutta, when we were nearing the station the Ballet-master told all
the girls to lie down on the floor as there was a lot of rioting ahead.
Our ENSA residential
trucks were burned out and so the company was stranded, but not for long. The
Army made room for us overnight and then escorted us to our hotel the following
day - we were so grateful to them.
We decided to get
married in Calcutta. Tom arrived at the hotel on leave and we went to the
church to arrange a time for the service that afternoon. We were asked if we
could attend in three hours time. The ring was a problem as all the jewellery
shops in Calcutta were closed because of the rioting.
BORROWED A RING
The lead dancer
offered her own ring but we eventually found a hotel that sold jewellery. The
Best Man shaved himself in toothpaste - I remember - and had the nerve to
complain!
The company organised
everything from a bouquet to a double room and the Ballet Master acted as
Father to the bride. ALL THIS IN THREE HOURS.
I became Mrs Barbara
Craig the very happy and honored wife of Lt Tom Craig of the Royal Engineers. I
had always tried to help others in the company and now this was returned
without measure.
(source: A3868941 Wartime Romance Memories of an
ENSA Ballet Dancer at BBC WW2
People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/ Oct 2006)
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At the beginning of
March 1945, three of us, Jimmy Fortieth, Tommy Goldsmith and myself picked up
George Formby and his wife Beryl, with a piano, his ukelele's, stage manager
and comedian, and took in Akyab, Ramree Island, Sadaung, Shwebo,Alipore. We
finished in Calcutta, where George introduced us to Wee Georgie Wood who was
then going out to entertain the troops. The three of us ended up having a bath
and then dinner at George and Beryl's suite in the Great eastern Hotel in Calcutta.
I was a Flight Sgt. by this time and had completed 33 operational flights.
In March 1945 I was
promoted to Warrant Officer and was posted as an Instructor to A.S.T.R. School
Calcutta (Aircrew Signals training Refresher).In October 1945 I was posted to
Chaklala-N India until my demobilisation in June 1946.
(source: A4144484 Five Years of a Government
Financed World Tour at BBC WW2
People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/ Oct 2006)
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(source: Glenn S. Hensley: Phonograph for sale, B016, Phonographs offered for sale in Calcutta seen at University of Chicago Hensley Photo Library at http://dsal.uchicago.edu/images/hensley as well as a series of E-Mail interviews with Glenn Hensley between 12th June 2001 and 28th August 2001)
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Base Section No. 2 Military Band is decidedly
worth listening to - Watch for its appearances.
(source: “The Calcutta Key” Services of Supply
Base Section Two Division, Information and education Branch, United States Army
Forces in India - Burma, 1945: at:
http://cbi-theater-12.home.comcast.net/~cbi-theater-12/calcuttakey/calcutta_key.html)
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T. E. Bevan & Co. Ltd., 21 Old Court House
Street, 0900-1730 weekdays, 1000-1300 Saturdays. Excellent stock of recordings,
limited supply of sheet music, some musical instruments & repair.
C. C. Saha, Ltd., 170 Dharamtolla St., 1000-1900
weekdays & Sat., 1000-1400 Thurs. Recordings. Repair.
(source: “The Calcutta Key” Services of Supply
Base Section Two Division, Information and education Branch, United States Army
Forces in India - Burma, 1945: at:
http://cbi-theater-12.home.comcast.net/~cbi-theater-12/calcuttakey/calcutta_key.html)
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Popular western songs of the year are:
A Tisket, A Tasket (Ella Fitzgerald, 1938), An
Apple For the Teacher, Beer Barrel Polka (by Andrews Sisters), Begin The
Beguine (Artie Shaw, 1938), Blue Skies Around the Corner, Deep Purple,
Flat-Foot Floogey With The Floy Floy (1938), God Bless America (Kate Smith,
1938), Hold Tight, Hold Tight, Jeepers Creepers, I Git Along Without You Very
Well (1939), If I Didn't Care, It's in the Air, J'attendrai, Le Fiacre, Let's
Dance (by Benny Goodman), Little Sir Echo, Moonlight Serenade (by Glenn Miller
Orchestra), My Heart Belongs to Daddy, My Own, Over The Rainbow (by Judy
Garland, from "The Wizard of Oz"), Run Rabbit Run, Says My Heart
(Ozzie Nelson, 1938), Strange Fruit (Billie Holiday, 1939), Tears on my Pillow,
There'll Always be an England, Three Little Fishies (by Kay Keyser), Two Sleepy
People, The Umbrella Man, Undecided, We'll Meet Again, We're Going to Hang Out
the Washing on the Siegfried Line, Wings Over the Navy, Wishing (Will Make It
So) (Glenn Miller, 1939), Woodchopper's Ball, You Must Have Been a Beautiful
Baby.
Popular western songs of the year are:
All The Things You Are (Tommy Dorsey), A
Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square, Beat Me Daddy, Eight To The Bar (by The
Andrews Sisters), Blueberry Hill (Glenn Miller), Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of
Company B (by The Andrews Sisters), Careless, Flying Home (by Lionel Hampton),
Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread (Glenn Miller), Frenesi (Artie Shaw),
Goodnight Children Everywhere, If I Only Had Wings, I'll Never Smile Again
(Tommy Dorsey), Indian Summer (Tommy Dorsey), In The Mood (Glenn Miller), It's
a Hap-Hap-Happy Day, It's a Lovely Day Tomorrow, Let the People Sing, Moonlight
Serenade (Glenn Miller), Oh Johnny Oh, Our Love Affair, Over the Rainbow
Pennsylvania 6 5000 (by Glenn Miller), Scatterbrain, Somewhere in France With
You, South Rampart Street Parade, Star Dust (by Glenn Miller), The Boys in the
Back Room, There's a Boy Coming Home on Leave, Too Romantic, Tuxedo Junction
(Glenn Miller), When You Wish Upon a Star, Where or When, Who's Taking You Home
Tonight, You've Done Something to My Heart
Popular western songs of the year are:
All the Things You Are, Amapola (Pretty Little
Poppy) (Jimmy Dorsey w/Helen O'Connell), Bless 'em All, Blue Champagne (Jimmy
Dorsey), Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy (The Andrews Sisters) , Chattanooga Choo Choo
(Glenn Miller), Daddy (Sammy Kaye), Dolores, Down Forget-me-not Lane., Elmer's
Tune (Glenn Miller), The Ferry Boat Serenade, Flamingo, God Bless the Child (by
Billie Holiday), Green Eyes (Jimmy Dorsey w/Helen O'Connell), The Hut Sut Song,
Just One of Those Things, The Last Time I Saw Paris, Let's Get Away From It All
(Frank Sinatra, Dorothy Dandridge, The Modernaires, Tommy Dorsey), Maria Elena
(Jimmy Dorsey), Maybe, My Sister & I (Jimmy Dorsey), Only Forever, Piano
Concerto In B Flat (Freddy Martin), Take the "A" Train (by Duke
Ellington), A String Of Pearls (by Glenn Miller), Song Of The Volga Boatmen
(Glenn Miller), South American Way, When They Sound the Last All Clear,
Whispering Grass, You Stepped Out of a Dream.
Popular western songs of the year are:
A Couple of Song and Dance Men (by Fred Astaire
and Bing Crosby), American Patrol (by Glenn Miller), At Last (by Glenn Miller
Orchestra), Blues In The Night (Woody Herman), Chatanooga Choo-Choo, Deep in
the Heart of Texas, Der Fuehrer's Face (by Spike Jones), Don't Sit Under the
Apple Tree, Elmer's Tune, The Fleets In, Jingle Jangle Jingle (Kay Kyser), Juke
Box Saturday Night (Marion Hutton, Tex Beneke, Modernaires, Nicholas Brothers,
Glenn Miller), I Know Why, (I've Got A Gal In) Kalamazoo (Glenn Miller), The
Lamplighter's Serenade, Ma I Miss Your Apple Pie, Moonlight Cocktail (Glenn
Miller), Praise The Lord & Pass The Ammunition (Kay Kyser), Rose O'Day,
Sleepy Lagoon (Harry James), A String Of Pearls (Glenn Miller), Tangerine
(Jimmy Dorsey), Watch the Birdie, What More Can I Say, The White Cliffs of
Dover, I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas (Bing Crosby), Who Wouldn't Love You
(Kay Kyser), Why Don't You Do Right (Get Me Some Money Too) (by Peggy Lee,
Benny Goodman), You are my Sunshine.
Popular western songs of the year are:
All Or Nothing At All, American Patrol, As Time
Goes By, Brazil, Can't Get Out Of This Mood, Comin' In On A Wing & A Prayer
(The Song Spinners), Dearly Beloved, Der Fuehrer's Face, Don't Cry Baby, Don't
Get Around Much Anymore, Every Night About This Time, For The First Time (I've
Fallen In Love), Gobs Of Love, I Had The Craziest Dream (Harry James), I Heard
You Cried Last Night, I Never Mention Your Name, I'm Getting Tired So I Can
Sleep, I'm Gonna Get Lit Up, I've Heard That Song Before (Harry James), If You
Please, I'll be Around, In My Arms, In The Blue Of The Evening (Tommy Dorsey),
In The Mood, It Can't Be Wrong, It's Always You, Jukebox Saturday Night, Let's
Get Lost, Little Did I Know, Manhatten Serenade, Mister Five By Five, Moonlight
Becomes You, Moonlight Mood, My Devotion, My Heart and I, Nightingale, Oh, What
a Beautiful Mornin', Oh the Pity of It All, Paper Doll (The Mills Brothers),
The Old Music Master, People Will Say We're In Love, Perdido, Pistol Packin'
Mama, Pistol Packin' Mama, Praise The Lord and Pass The Ammunition, Put Your
Arms Around Me Honey, Rose Ann Of Charing Cross, Sunday, Monday, or Always,
Sunday, Monday Or Always (Bing Crosby), Taking A Chance On Love (Benny
Goodman), That Old Black Magic (Glenn Miller), There Are Such Things (Tommy
Dorsey), There's A Harbor Of Dreamboats, There's A Star Spangled Banner Waving
Somewhere, What's The Good Word, Mr. Bluebird?, When The Lights Go On Again
(All Over The World), Why Don't You fall In Love With Me?, You Rhyme With
Everything That's Beautiful, You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To, You'll Never
Know (Dick Haymes).
Popular western songs of the year are:
Amor, And Then You Kissed Me, Besame Mucho
(Jimmy Dorsey), Dance With A Dolly (With A Hole In Her Stocking), Don't Fence
Me In (Bing Crosby & the Andrews Sisters), Do Nothin' Till You Hear From
Me, Don't Sweetheart Me, G.I. Jive, Going My Way, Goodnight Wherever You Are,
His Rocking Horse Ran Away, (There'll
Be A) Hot Time In The Town Of Berlin (Bing Crosby & the Andrews Sisters),
How Blue The Night, How Many Hearts Have You Broken, How Sweet You Are, I
Couldn't Sleep A Wink Last Night, I Don't Want To Love You (Like I Do), I Dream
Of You, I Never Mention Your Name, I'll Be Seeing You, I'll Get By (Harry
James), I'll Walk Alone, I'll Remember April, I Love You (Bing Crosby), I'm
making Believe, Is You Is Or Is You Ain't (My Baby)?, It Could Happen To You,
It Had To Be You, It's Love-Love-Love, Jingle, Jangle, Jingle, A Journey To a
Star, Let Me Love You Tonight, Long Ago (And Far Away), A Lovely Way To Spend
An Evening, Mairzy Doats and Dozey Doates, Milkman, Keep Those Bottles Quiet,
The Music Stopped, My Heart Tells Me (Glen Gray), My Ideal, My Shining Hour, No
Love, No Nothin', Oh, What A Beautiful Moring, Poinciana, Pretty Kitty Blue
Eyes, Put Your Arms Around Me Honey, San Fernando Valley (Bing Crosby),
Shoo-Shoo Baby (Andrews Sisters), Someday I'll Meet You Again, Speak Low (When
You Speak Love), Star Eyes, Swinging On A Star (Bing Crosby), Take the 'A'
Train, They're Either Too Young Or Too Old, Time Waits For No One, Together,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, The Trolley Song, Victory Polka, When They Ask About
You, You Always Hurt The One You Love (The Mills Brothers), You Belong to My
Heart
Popular western songs of the year are:
Accentuate The Positive, After Awhile, All Of My
Life, A Little On The Lonely Side, Along The Navajo Trail, Always, And There
You Are, Baia, Bell Bottom Trousers, Candy, Can't Help Singing, Can't You Read
Between The Lines?, Chickery Chick (Sammy Kaye), Cocktails For Two, A Cottage
For Sale, Don't Fence Me In, Don't You Know I Care?, Dream, Ev'ry Time We Say
Goodbye, Eveling, A Friend Of Yours, Gotta Be This Or That, He's Home For A
Little While, Homesick, That's All, I Can't Begin To Tell You (Bing Crosby
& Carmen Cavallaro), I Didn't Know About You, I Don't Care Who Knows It, I
Dream Of You, I Should Care, I Wish I Knew, I'd Do It All Over Again, I'll Buy
That Dream, I'm Always Chasing Rainbows, I'm Beginning To See The Light, I'm
Gonna Love That Gal, I'm Gonna Love That Guy, If I Loved You, It Could Happen
To You, It Might As Well Be Spring, It Had to be You, It's Been A Long, Long
Time (Harry James), I'm Beginning To See The Light (Harry James), It's Only A
Paper Moon, Jukebox Saturday Night, Just a Little Fond Affection, Just A Prayer
Away, Laura, Let's Take The Long Way Home, A Little On The Lonely Side, Love
Letters, The More I See You, More and More, My Dreams Are Getting Better All
The Time (Les Brown), My Guy's Come Back, Nancy (With The Laughing Face), No
Can Do, On The Atchison Topeka & Santa Fe (Johnny Mercer), Out Of This
World, Put That Ring On My Finger, Remember When, Rum & Coca-Cola (Andrews
Sisters), Saturday Night (Is The Loneliest Night Of The Week), Sentimental
Journey (Les Brown featuring Doris Day), Sleigh Ride In July, Shoo Fly Pie and
Apple Pan Dowdy (June Christy and the Stan Kenton Orchestra), Some Sunday
Morning, Stella by Starlight Strange Music, Straighten Up and Fly Right, A
Stranger In Town, Sweet Dreams Sweetheart, (Did You Ever Get) That Feeling In
The Moonlight, Symphony That's For Me, There! I've Said It Again (Vaughn
Monroe), There Must Be A Way, There's No You, There Goes That Song Again, Till
The End Of Time (Perry Como), Till The End Of Time, The Trolley Song, Wait and
see, Waitin' For The Train To Come In, Walkin' With My Honey (Soon, Soon,
Soon), While You're Away, The Wish That I Wish Tonight, You Belong To My Heart
Popular western songs of the year are:
All Through The Day (Frank Sinatra or Perry
Como), Aren't You Glad Your You? (Bing Crosby), Atchison, Topeka and the Sante
Fe (by Johnny Mercer (Judy Garland sang it too)), The Coffee Song (Frank
Sinatra), Come Rain Or Come Shine (Margaret Whiting), Come To baby Do (Les
Brown), Day By Day (Frank Sinatra or Jo Stafford), Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief
(Betty Hutton), Doing What Comes Naturally (Freddy Martin), Five Minutes More
(Frank Sinatra), Full Moon and Empty Arms (Frank Sinatra), A Gal In Calico
(Johnny Mercer), The Gypsy (The Ink Spots or Dinah Shore), Hey! Ba-Be-Re-Bop
(Tex Beneke & the Glenn Miller Orchestra), I Can't Begin To Tell You (Harry
James and Betty Grable), I Don't Know Enough About You (Peggy Lee or the Mills
Brothers), I Love You For Sentimental Reasons (Nat "King" Cole), I
Got The Sun In The Morning (Les Brown), I'm A Big Girl Now (Sammy Kaye), I'm
Always Chasing Rainbows (Harry James), In Love In Vain (Helen Forrest and Dick
Haymes), It Might As Well Be Spring (Sammy Kaye), Laughing On The Outside
(Crying On The Inside) (Sammy Kaye or Dinah Shore), Let It Snow, Let It Snow
(Vaughn Monroe), Linger In My Arms A Little Longer Baby (Peggy Lee), Oh What It
Seemed To Be (Frank Sinatra), Old Lamplighter (Sammy Kaye), Ole Buttermilk Sky
(Kay Kyser), One-zy, Two-zy (I Love You-zy) (Phil Harris), Personality (Johnny
Mercer), Prisoner Of Love (Perry Como), Rumors Are Flying (Les Paul (or Many
Others)), Seems Like Old Times (Guy Lombardo or Vaughn Monroe), Shoo Fly Pie
(Stan Kenton), Sioux City Sue (Bing Crosby), Somewhere In The Night (Frank
Sinatra), Sooner or Later (Sammy Kaye), South America, Take It Away (Bing
Crosby & The Andrews Sisters), Surrender (Perry Como), Symphony (Freddie
Martin or Benny Goodman), The Things We Did Last Summer (Jo Stafford), This Is
Always (Harry James), The Gypsy (Ink Spots), To Each His Own (Eddy Howard or
the Ink Spots or Freddy Martin), They Says It's Wonderful (Ethel Merman &
Bruce Yarnell, from Annie Get Your Gun), The Whole World Is Singing My Song
(Les Brown), You Call It Madness (I Call It Love) (Nat King Cole), You Keep
Coming Back Like A Song (Dinah Shore), You Won't Be Satisfied (Until You Break
My Heart) (Les Brown or Perry Como)
Popular western songs of the year are:
Across The Alley From The Alamo (The Mills
Brothers), Almost Like Being In love (Frank Sinatra), An Apple Blossom Wedding
(Eddy Howard or Sammy Kaye), Anniversary Song (Dinah Shore), As Long As I'm
Dreaming (Tex Beneke), Ask Anyone Who Knows (the Ink Spots), Ballerina (Vaughn
Monroe), Chi Baba (Perry Como), Civilization (I Don't Want To Leave The Congo)
(Jack Smith or Ray McKinley), Feudin' and Fightin' (Bing Crosby or others), (I
Love You) For Sentimental Reasons (Eddie Howard or Dinah Shore), For You, For
Me, Forever More (Judy Garland & Dick Haymes), A Gal In Calico (Bing
Crosby), Guilty (Margaret Whiting), Heartaches (Ted Weems), How Are Thing In
Glocca Morra? (Buddy Clark or Martha Tilton), How Soon Will I Be Seeing You?
(Jack Owens), Hugging & Chalking (Hoagy Carmichael), I Wish I Didn't Love
You So (Dinah Shore or Vaughn Monroe), I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now? (Perry
Como & Ted Weems), I Wonder, I Wonder, I Wonder (Eddie Howard or Guy
Lombardo), I'll Close My Eyes (Andy Russell), It's A Good Day (Peggy Lee), It's
The Same Old Dream (Tommy Dorsey), Ivy (Jo Stafford), The Lady From 29 Palms
(Freddie Martin or The Andrews Sisters), Life Can Be Beautiful (Harry James),
Linda (Ray Noble and Buddy Clark), Mam'selle (Frank Sinatra), Managua Nicaragua
(Freddy Martin), Midnight Masquerade (Monica Lewis), My Adobe Hacienda (Eddie
Howard), Near You (Francis Craig), Oh, But I Do! (Harry James), The Old
Lamplighter (Kay Kyser), Open The Door, Richard (Count Basie or The Three
Flames), Peg Of My Heart (The Harmonicats), Roses In The Rain (Frankie Carle),
Serenade Of The Bells (Jo Stafford), Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette (Tex
Williams), So Far (Frank Sinatra), Temptation (Red Ingle), The Stars Will
Remember (Vaughn Monroe), Tallahassee (Red Ingle), That's My Desire (Sammy Kaye
or Frankie Lane or Martha Tilton) , Time After Time (Frank Sinatra), Too Fat
Polka (Arthur Godfrey), You Can't See The Sun When You're Crying (the Ink
Spots), You Do (Dinah Shore or Bing Crosby or Vic Damone or Vaughn Monroe),
You'll Always Be The One I Love (Dinah Shore), Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah (Johnny
Mercer).
Popular western songs of the year are:
Baby Face (Art Mooney), Ballerina, Beg Your
Pardon, Bluebird Of Happiness, But Beautiful, Buttons & Bows (Dinah Shore),
Chi-Baba Chi-Baba, Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo), Cuanto La Gusta, The
Dickey-Bird Song, Every Day I Love You, Fool That I Am, Golden Earrings (Peggy
Lee), Hair Of Gold, Eyes Of Blue, Haunted Heart, How Soon (Will I Be Seeing
You?), I'll Dance At Your Wedding (Ray Noble), I'm Looking Over A Four-Leaf
Clover (Art Mooney), I'm My Own Granpa, It Only Happens When I Dance With You,
It's Magic, Laroo Laroo Lilli Bolero, Little White Lies, Love Of My Life, Love
Somebody (Doris Day), Manana (Is Soon
Enough For Me) (Peggy Lee), Maybe You'll Be There (Gordon Jenkins), My Darling,
My Darling, My happiness, Nature Boy (Nat "King" Cole), Now Is The
Hour (Bing Crosby), On A Slow Boat To China, Sabre Dance (Woody Herman), Say
Something Sweet To Your Sweetheart, Serenade Of The Bells, Toolie Oolie Doolie
(The Yodel Polka), A Tree In The Meadow, Twelfth Street Rag (Pee Wee Hunt),
Underneath The Arches, Until, Woody Woodpecker, You Call Everybody Darling, You
Can't Be True. Dear, You Were Only Fooling (While I Was Falling In Love) (Ink
Spots), You Gotta Start Off Each Day With A song (Jimmy Durante, from On An
Island With You)
Popular western songs of the year are:
A, You're Adorable (Perry Como), A Little Bird
Told Me (Evelyn Knight), Again (Doris Day or Mel Torme), And It Still Goes
(Vaughn Monroe), Baby It's Cold Outside (Margaret Whiting), Bali Hai (Perry
Como), Careless Hands (Mel Torme), Cruising Down The River (Blue Barron), Dear
Hearts and Gentle People (Gordon McRea), Don't Cry, Joe (Gordon Jenkins),
Everywhere You Go (Guy Lombardo), Far Way Places (Bing Crosby), Fiddle-Dee-Dee
(Johnny Desmond), Forever & Ever (Russ Morgan), The Four Winds and The
Seven Seas (Sammy Kaye), Galway Bay (Bing Crosby), Here I'll Stay (Jo
Stafford), Hop Scotch Polka (Guy Lombardo), How It Lies, How It Lies, How It
Lies (Commie Haines), The Hucklebuck (Tommy Dorsey), I Can Dream, Can't I?
(Andrews Sisters), I Don't See Me In Your Eyes Anymore (Gordon Jenkins), I'll
Keep The Lovelight Burning (Patti Page), It's A Great Feeling (Doris Day), I've
Got My Love To Keep Me Warm (Les Brown), Jealous Heart (Al Morgan), Just One
Way To Say I Love You (Jo Stafford), Kiss Me Sweet (Sammy Kaye), The Last Mile
Home (Jo Stafford), Lavender Blue (Swing & Sway With Sammy Kaye), Let's
Take An Old Fashioned Walk (Perry Como), A Little Bird Told Me (Evelyn Knight),
Lover's Gold (Dinah Shore), Maybe It's Because (Dick Haymes), Mule Train
(Frankie Laine), My Darling, My Darling (Jo Stafford), My One And Only Fling
(Doris Day and Buddy Clark), Now That I Need You (Doris Day), On A Slow Boat To
China (Benny Goodman), Powder Your Face With Sunshine (Evelyn Knight), Red
Roses For A Blue Lady (Guy Lombardo), Riders In the Sky (Vaughn Monroe), Room
Full Of Roses (Eddy Howard or Sammy Kaye), Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer (Gene
Autry), Slipping Around (Margaret Whiting), So In Love (Patti Page), Some
Enchanted Evening (Perry Como), Someday (Vaughn Monroe), Someone Like You
(Doris Day), Sunflower (Russ Morgan), That Lucky Old Sun (Frankie Laine),
There's Yes, Yes In Your Eyes (Eddy Howard), Twenty-Four Hours Of Sunshine (Art
Mooney), White Christmas (Bing Crosby), A Wonderful Guy (Margaret Whiting), You
Was (Doris Day), You're Breaking My Heart (Vic Damone or Buddy Clark or Ink
Spots).
Popular western songs of the year are:
All My Love (Patti Page), Bewitched (Doris Day),
Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo (Perry Como & the Fontane Sisters), A Bushel and a Peck
(Perry Como and Lauren Hutton), Chattanooga Shoe Shine Boy (Red Foley), Choo'n
Gum (Teresa Brewer), The Cry Of The Wild Goose (Frankie Laine), Daddy's Little
Girl (Mills Brothers), Goodnight Irene (The Weavers), Harbor Lights (Sammy Kaye
& His Orchestra), Hoop-Dee-Doo (Perry Como & Fontane Sisters), I Can
Dream, Can't I (The Andrews Sisters), I Cross My Fingers (Perry Como), If I
Knew You Were Comin' I'd Have Baked A Cake (Eileen Barton), I Wanna Be Loved
(Andrews Sisters), Mona Lisa (Nat "King" Cole), Music! Music! Music!
(Teresa Brewer), No Other Love (Jo Stafford), The Old Master Painter (Richard
Hayes), On The Outgoing Tide (Perry Como), Patricia (Perry Como), Peter Cottontail
(Mervin Shiner), Rag Mop/Sentimental Me (The Ames Brothers), Sisters (Rosemary
and Betty Clooney), Tennessee Waltz (Patti Page), The Thing (Phil Harris),
Third Man Theme (Anton Karas), Third Man Theme (Guy Lombardo & The Royal
Canadians), With My Eyes Wide Open I'm Dreaming (Patti Page), You're Just In
Love (Perry Como).
On my way back, I had them drop me off at the
ward to see if I had any mail. In addition to other things, your October 4
letter was waiting. While we were there, a patient brought Ruth a gift: an
Indian recording, in English, of "Lily Marlene." Vince hunted up a
phonograph that would work and we began playing it, continuing for some time.
It had gotten dark and I didn't realize that a big rain storm was coming.
(Source: p.217 of Elaine Pinkerton (ed.): “From
Calcutta With Love: The World War II Letters of Richard and Reva Beard”
Lubbock: Texas Tech University Press, 2002 / Reproduced by courtesy of Texas
Tech University Press)
Gramophone Co., Ltd. Manufacturers of
"His Master's Voice" Gramophones, Records and Radios—33 Jessore Road,
Dum Dum. Phone, Regent 800.
Sightseeing in Calcutta was endless, and even in
two years there was much that I should have seen but didn't. Entertainment and
food were our main interest I'm afraid. There were, of course, a fair number of
cinemas showing films in English, such as The Tiger, Metro and Lighthouse. Even
in the glossiest cinema, the bedbug was laying await handily in the chair arm
and would nibble away your elbow. Touring companies and local talent gave
concerts for the forces, but once again we were at the end of the line. On only
two occasions did we get visits from well-known stars back home. The first was
Vera Lynn whose husband was in India and the second was Noel Coward. I will
never forget the concert he gave at Barrackpore. Wonderful! He sang his own
songs accompanying himself at the piano. The words were often not those
normally sung to his tunes, but especial for the occasion and somewhat risqué.
At half time he went off to change his shirt which was absolutely wet through
in the heat - and then came back refreshed. A great entertainer and a great
man.
(source: A6665457 TWEEDALE's WAR Part 11 Pages
85-92 at BBC WW2 People's War'
on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/ Oct 2006)
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We had a wind up
gramophone and Ida and Marie used to get records (celluloid) - we had all the
Bing Crosby, Ella Fitzgerald, Maxine Sullivan and Andrews Sisters. I often
wonder what happened to them all - they would be worth a fortune now.
We also used to have
sing-songs around the piano in the evenings. Aunty Dolly played and we sang.
All of us children were able to sing some of us quite exceptionally. Marie had
the most beautiful singing voice and even now sings solos in the church.
However, Aunty Dolly could never sing without going off key and oddly enough -
my oldest daughter does the same thing.
It seems daft but
whenever we left the train at the station at night and started to walk along
the road or even if we just happened to be on the road from the station to the
cantonment and village we would almost always burst into song.
We all had our
favourites - almost a "signature tune", that the others would join
in. Mostly well known - Dan Davies - 'I attempt from love's sickness to fly in
vain '. Brian Wilson - 'Greensleeves'. Bob Stannard - 'My love is like a Red
Red rose', my own contribution - -The Turtle Dove" and Bill Kirk's "
Helen of Kirconnell?" This last was new to me until Bill Kirk came along
and " The Turtle Dove" was new to the others.
As you can see from
some of the words that I quote the overall theme was nostalgia for home and loved
ones.
Our identification
with these tunes had one curious happening sometime later when we had all left
Barrackpore and were out of touch with each other. One night (or early am) I
was on duty in Comilla. As often at night, conditions were hopeless by our
normal radio links, the teleprinters were O-S and I had a fairly important
message to get to 22nd Groups HQ at Chittagong. No other of the main signals
stations I could contact could help and indeed, apart from a few small places
nearby, we seemed to be in a world of our own. As a last resort I decided to
try R-T (Radio Telephone) knowing it was usually the first link to go in bad
conditions and we now had a tropical storm on our hands. To my amazement,
through the splutters and interference there came a voice. At first we couldn't
read each other but eventually we made it with difficulty. I had got to Cox's
bazaar. They thought they could pass our message being only half the distance
away. After the message had been passed the voice I had thought to be familiar
started to hum "I wish I were where Helen lies” and together we gave it a
loud and lusty rendering. I knew now that Bill Kirk was at Cox's bazaar and he
knew I was in Comilla.
HELEN OF KIRCONELL
(ANON)
I wish I were where
Helen lies;
Night and day on me
she cries;
O that I were where
Helen lies;
On fair Kirconnell
lea!
O MY LOVES LIKE A RED
RED ROSE (BURNS)
As fair art thou, my
bonnie lass.
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee
still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang
dry
Till a' the seas gang
dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi'
the sun;
I will love thee still
my dear,
While the sands o'
life shall run.
And fare thee well, my
only love!
And fare thee well
awhile;
And I will come again,
my love,
Tho' it were ten
thousand mile.
GREENSLEEVES (TRAD)
I have been ready to
your hand
To grant whatever you
did crave
I have waged both life
and land
Your love and goodwill
for to have.
Greensleeves was all
my joy
Greensleeves was my
delight
Well, I will pray to
God on high
That thou my constancy
mayst see
And that yet once
before I die
Thou wilt vouchsafe to
love me
Greensleeves was all
my joy
Greensleeves was my
delight
THE TURTLE DOVE (ANON)
Fare you well, my
dear,
I must be gone.
And leave you for a
while;
If I roam awhile
I'll come back again
Though I roam ten
thousand miles.
So fair thou art,
my bonny lass,
So deep in love am I:
But I never will prove
false
to the bonnie lass I
love
Till the stars fall
from the sky.
The sea will never run
dry,
my dear,
Nor the rocks never
melt with the sun
But I never will prove
false
to the bonny lass I
love
Till all these things
be done.
FROM "THE INDIAN
QUEEN" (DRYDEN-PURCELL)
I attempt from love's
sickness to fly in vain,
Since I am myself my
own fever and pain.
No more now, fond
heart, with pride no more swell
Thou canst not raise
forces enough to rebel.
I attempt from love's
sickness to fly in vain,
Since I am myself my
own fever and pain.
(source: A6665457 TWEEDALE's WAR Part 11 Pages
85-92 at BBC WW2 People's War'
on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/ Oct 2006)
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Spent many an evening at the Grand - Scherazad's
(spelling) and attended many of the balls held there, I was fortunate to get
tickets to hear Duke Ellington when he appeared. The Duke was always a
favourite of mine so it was a real treat.
[...] Bengal was once the second New Orleans.
And I mean it. You must remember Calcutta was the headquarters of the Allied
forces in the 40s and there was an American jazz pianist, Teddy Weatherford,
performing at Grand’s Winter Garden nightclub, which later became Scherazade.
He died of cholera in the late 40s, but was the mascot of the movement then.
Besides, there were jazz musicians from Australia and the UK active in Calcutta
then.
[…]
It [the music] was of a singularly high
standard, with Beethoven, Bach and Tchaikovsky during lunchtime and
straight-ahead, mainstream jazz in the evenings. All the musicians playing on
the Park Street circuit had to be technically solid to swing between western
classical and jazz. The discipline was rigid and you couldn’t afford to make mistakes.
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(source: personal
scrapbook kept by Malcolm Moncrieff Stuart
O.B.E., I.C.S. seen on
20-Dec-2005 / Reproduced by courtesy of
Mrs. Malcolm Moncrieff Stuart)
In Calcutta you will not find night clubs of the
type you knew back home. In fact - no night clubs. However, there are a number
of places where you can dance.
For E.M. there are regularly scheduled dances at
the ARC Burra and Cosmos Clubs on Dalhousie Square, at the Continental Service
Club at 12 Chowringhee Rd., at the Y.M.C.A. on Corporation St. Gals will be on
deck. You can have fun. Check at any club for scheduled nights.
Other spots where a G.I. can go - but where he
should bring his own partner - are the Winter Garden and the Princes Room in
the Grand Hotel (some real jive music in the Winter Gardens), Firpo's in the block
above the Grand, and the Great Eastern Hotel (Wed. & Sat. only).
For officers there are weekly or nightly dances
scheduled in most of the private clubs. Members and their guests only.
Firpo's, the Winter Garden, and the Great
Eastern Hotel are open to officers, too.
(source: “The Calcutta Key” Services of Supply
Base Section Two Division, Information and education Branch, United States Army
Forces in India - Burma, 1945: at: http://cbi-theater-12.home.comcast.net/~cbi-theater-12/calcuttakey/calcutta_key.html)
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At 6:20, one of those tropical cloudbursts
smashed down on us, kept right on crashing until 8:30. About 7:45, Ruth and I
decided that rain or no rain, we were going to get something to eat. So we
started for our mess hall. The area at the back of the ward, though which we
had to go, was completely covered in water. I know it fairly well, but Ruth
doesn't, and despite my guidance, she fell in a ditch. But it wouldn't have
made much difference, for we were completely wet through when we reached the
Mess Hall. A group of officers were waiting, in raincoats, for the rain to let
up, when we approached. Uninhibited Ruth yelled at them, "Sissies!"
The Col. and Ann were inside and we dripped to their table, where the Col.
blandly introduced me to one and all with, "All of you know drowned-rat
Beard?"
One thing led to another, and it was
spontaneously decided that we would make a party of four to go to the dance. I
changed first, joined them at Ann's quarters, from which we got transportation
to Ruth's, where she had been for us. Southern Avenue was flooded from curb to
curb. After a crazy evening at the club, Ruth played drums in the orchestra and
the Col. drank too much, and I presume that I did, and then the Col. decided
that we should eat. We went back to the big general mess for coffee and
sandwiches. I finally got back about 2:30, rather tired.
(Source: p.217 of Elaine Pinkerton (ed.): “From
Calcutta With Love: The World War II Letters of Richard and Reva Beard”
Lubbock: Texas Tech University Press, 2002 / Reproduced by courtesy of Texas
Tech University Press)
Gus and I fooled around the room when I finally
got back in the afternoon, slept an hour or so. Then to Karnami for dinner. We
got to the club rather late. Col. Pegg, head of dental service, and Col.
McShane were also at Peterson's table. He had Lt. Fagler, who was on my ward
for awhile, with him. The moonlight was pretty. They turned off the lights, and
nurses and officers danced under the moon!
Tiring of watching, I returned to the area and
joined Pilgram and Weiger till a late hour, in talk and a little whiskey.
I'd like my arms about you, my darling,
Dick
(Source: page 210 of Elaine Pinkerton (ed.):
“From Calcutta With Love: The World War II Letters of Richard and Reva Beard”
Lubbock: Texas Tech University Press, 2002 / Reproduced by courtesy of Texas
Tech University Press)
… there was dance halls of a sort—ticket dances,
where you handed in rickets for a dance. You got a roll of rickets and it was
Eurasian women, beautiful women, you danced with.
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Women were at a premium at dances and the chaps
were waiting like hawks at a fence. I was
once approached for the same dance by an entire air-crew just back from
Burma.
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I went into the ENSA
Hostel, a lovely house in Calcutta. Major Jack Bontemps was
in charge along with Bob Ayling and a gentleman who is still around in the
business today, Mr. Phillip Hindon. The Major told me that they were running a
band, and that there were personnel from the air force and the army involved
and would I like to come and sing with the band? “Oh that would be great, I’ve
done that before.” I said
“You’ll have to do an
audition” they said.
“ Ok, that’s fine” I
said, so I went to the wonderful Garrison Theatre in Calcutta. The band were in the pit and I sang one of my favourite
songs which I still sing to this day, Cole Porters Begin the Beguine. I asked
the pianist if he knew it in my key, and he said yes they could do it, but the
band were all rather grumpy - bands then and indeed now are not always too keen
on singers!
Well I sang it and was
told afterwards that yes, I could join the band. They were playing the RAF and
Army bases in the surrounding areas, and I was pleased and thought it would be
great. In fact it was to be one of the happiest periods in my life.
(source: A2905184 War time in India with ENSA at
BBC WW2 People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/
Oct 2006)
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In Calcutta the department for entertainment for the servicemen was
really quite good. We had various groups of musicians, including a string
sections which could be added on to the dance band I was with, and we would
call it the ENSA Dance Orchestra. We did some radio work on All India Radio,
and I was thrilled to go into the recording studios and hear the Indian
musicians playing there too.
(source: A2905184 War time in India with ENSA at
BBC WW2 People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/
Oct 2006)
(COPYRIGHT NOTICE: Reproduced under 'fair dealing' terms as part of a non commercial
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“Cohorts and platoons of us went together,
relying on the safety of numbers.
For us, dancing was usually more duty than
pleasure because we were so outnumbered. Soldiers were issued at the door with
a red or a blue ticket and every dance was one colour only so that only half
the men at a time could invade the floor - but us ladies were expected to whirl
through every dance until they were quite exhausted.”
(COPYRIGHT NOTICE: Reproduced under 'fair dealing' terms as part of a non
commercial educational research project. The copyright remains with Pat
Barr)
My sister Ida was very
fond of dancing and of course, during the War the Jitter Bug as it was called -
later the Jive - was the thing and she did this as well as the older type
dances like the Waltz, Fox trot and Quick-step. She won quite a few dance
competitions. Barney too was dance crazy and used to try out every new step
with me so that from a very young age we were partners and made up our own
choreography to some of the tunes of the day.
Half a
mile along the same ridge was Dow Hill, the sister school to Victoria. Every Sunday, the Anglican girls would walk
to the Chapel at Victoria, where the left hand side was reserved for their
use. Most of Victoria sat on the right;
the exception to this rigid rule was the choir, positioned immediately behind
the senior girls. This provided the means of passing letters, which in due
course would be delivered to the embarrassed recipient. There were formal meetings between the two
schools when “Socials” were arranged. Among the archives displayed on Aubrey
Ballantine’s VADHA web site, there is a formal invitation, written by the Head
Mistress of Dow Hill, asking the boys of Victoria to attend one of these
gatherings. When Victoria boys were
the hosts, a junior class would be given the task of scouring the forest for
stag moss. This would be used to deck the door and window frames of the
Assembly Hall. Music would be provided
by the school’s wind-up gramophone and the very limited selection of 78-rpm
records. I think that most of the boys
of the more senior classes would have wanted to attend. To make up the numbers,
entire classes of the middle school would be ordered to turn up. People who attended co-educational schools
will be amused, but the ordeal of a Social was something that produced
nightmares. The boys would be lined along one wall of the hall, the girls
opposite. The more nervous ones would be massed in the corners, like rats at
the arrival of the terrier. Sooner or
later a teacher would grab one of the reluctant ones, frog-march him across No
Mans Land and bark “You! Dance with
Her!”. For the next three minutes, the couple would stumble around the room…
convention demanded that traffic went anti-clockwise.
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I fooled the fellows by playing volleyball
tonight, and had a good time. The group is quite congenial, now that it is
smaller, and everyone has a pretty good time. Then, the big poker game. I
thought at long last that I had hit a hot streak, for I won 200 rupees in just
a half hour, at he beginning, but I went into a decline, at nine o'clock, and
at one, gave up. I knew that since I won last night, that I might have that luck,
for one can't win all the time. Nonetheless, I did win: four rupees!
That incorrigible Rosenberg, who is a gambler
par lux, took four hours out for a date, won before and I think after. I gave
him my seat at one, I know, and the game went until 4:30 this morning.
(Source: pp. 296 ff. of Elaine Pinkerton (ed.):
“From Calcutta With Love: The World War II Letters of Richard and Reva Beard”
Lubbock: Texas Tech University Press, 2002 / Reproduced by courtesy of Texas
Tech University Press)
November 9, 1945
Dearest Ritter:
I am none too happy over today, but it did bring
me one ray of light. The October letter of both you and the folks arrived. My
uniform money was in the folks' letter and you might telephone them that it
came at an opportune time. I still had sufficient funds for my ordinary
expenses but didn't have any extra in case of an emergency or in the event that
Gus and I go see the Taj Mahal.
I haven't liked today because I seemed tired and
out of sorts. Further, our boys haven't been behaving in the ward at night. I
am beginning to get very, very tired of it. Someone will get drastically
scorched if it doesn't change, of that you may be sure.
Otherwise, work moved pretty much as usual, with
one conference or interview following another.
This evening Gus and I defeated Chan and
Whittaker in horseshoes, though I failed to acquit myself with honor in the
second game.
About 8:30, Gus and I wandered to the club where
we joined the Colonel's gang in charades. The best of the lot was my guessing,
within 20 seconds, of the Col's portrayal of "Goosey, Goosey Gander."
I haven't the slightest idea of why that nonsense popped into my head, but it
did. Gus doing "Lady Godiva" was funny, too. He got the darn thing
across by giving them the time element and the idea it was a woman, then made
the second syllable "dive," and damned if they didn't guess it.
It's late, so my blessings, sweet,
Dick
(Source: page
228 ff of Elaine Pinkerton (ed.): “From Calcutta With Love: The World
War II Letters of Richard and Reva Beard” Lubbock: Texas Tech University Press,
2002 / Reproduced by courtesy of Texas Tech University Press)
On one occasion on a
rail journey to Calcutta we had a few hours stopover at the main railway depot
and administration centre at Kharagpur and walking past the railway institute
we heard the sound of voices and were surprised to find it full of ladies
mainly British playing Bingo, or as it was then called ‘housey-housey’, they
provided us with tea and biscuits and a reminder of home. The railways were
operated mainly by the British, before Independence.
(source: A1982711 Through Pilot Training to
Action With 463 and 617 Squadrons at Waddington at BBC WW2 People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/
Oct 2006)
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[I
remember] Twig races along the deep monsoon ditch in front of the main
building, a raging torrent in the rainy season.
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research project. The copyright remains with John Gardiner)
The radio as very limited and reception not
always very good so we had to make our own amusements. We used to play a game
called "Word Making and Word Taking" a sort of fore-runner of
scrabble.
The other lad of the
two I knew, both Scotsmen, told me to put my name in the barrel that was full
of names to be drawn for a long weekend on a tea plantation. It was their way
of saying thanks to the lads. Some one had done a miniature "Ernie",
the saving bonds thing. I, at first, refused, as in my view having just had
leave and going home soon, I thought it only fair to leave it to others. There
were plenty in the same situation as me and their names had gone in, and don't
be a twerp, I was told. Thus under terrific pressure (liar) I put my name in.
Boy!, had my luck changed these last few weeks. A couple of twirls of the
barrel and in his hand was one bearing the name of Crisp. I expect about twenty
were drawn. There was only one thing that stopped my luck running the full
course and that was, at the end every one, except my companion and I, got two boxes
of tea, the boxes being about 6" all round. It happened thus.
(source: A6781584 Walthamstow Wanderer 5 at BBC WW2 People's War' on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/
Oct 2006)
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Ragged urchins roam he streets begin GI
audiences to let their mangy monkeys dance the 'American Jitterbug' dance. This unfortunate young showman has offended
the long arm of the law and is prodded along. The monkey seems to realize the
position.
(source:
webpage http://oldsite.library.upenn.edu/etext/sasia/calcutta1947/? Monday, 16-Jun-2003 / Reproduced by courtesy of David N. Nelson,
South Asia Bibliographer, Van Pelt Library, University of Pennsylvania)
This weird-looking snake charmer is doing his
best to coax a balcony audience to toss down enough baksheesh to get his cobra
and mongoose in the mood to stage a fight to the finish. Actually the combatants always seem a bit
bored with the act and after a few fierce snorts and lunges, decide it is
better to live.
(source:
webpage http://oldsite.library.upenn.edu/etext/sasia/calcutta1947/? Monday, 16-Jun-2003 / Reproduced by courtesy of David N. Nelson,
South Asia Bibliographer, Van Pelt Library, University of Pennsylvania)
A group of GI's take a close look at the
snake-wallah's hooded cobra. Both the
snake and his master are good specimens.
The fangs, of course, have been removed so the reptile can strike at will,
scaring no one.15. A group of GI's take a close look at the snake-wallah's
hooded cobra. Both the snake and his
master are good specimens. The fangs,
of course, have been removed so the reptile can strike at will, scaring no one.
(source:
webpage http://oldsite.library.upenn.edu/etext/sasia/calcutta1947/? Monday, 16-Jun-2003 / Reproduced by courtesy of David N. Nelson,
South Asia Bibliographer, Van Pelt Library, University of Pennsylvania)
Crowd gathers round a sidewalk performer at bus
stop while GI's take temporary advantage of an overhead view from steps of a
camp bus. This is a good post for
hawkers, beggars, shoe shine boys, showmen to work on the bankroll of the 'rich
American soldier'.
(source:
webpage http://oldsite.library.upenn.edu/etext/sasia/calcutta1947/? Monday, 16-Jun-2003 / Reproduced by courtesy of David N. Nelson,
South Asia Bibliographer, Van Pelt Library, University of Pennsylvania)
(Source: Elaine Pinkerton / Reproduced by courtesy of Elaine Pinkerton)
(source: Glenn S. Hensley: Familiar scene, I006, Familiar scene on some Calcutta street seen at University of Chicago Hensley Photo Library at http://dsal.uchicago.edu/images/hensley as well as a series of E-Mail interviews with Glenn Hensley between 12th June 2001 and 28th August 2001)
(COPYRIGHT NOTICE: Reproduced by permission of Glenn Hensley and under a Creative Commons license)
(source: Glenn S. Hensley: Musician, I007, "Musician with instrument at a festival in the Maidan, Calcutta" seen at University of Chicago Hensley Photo Library at http://dsal.uchicago.edu/images/hensley as well as a series of E-Mail interviews with Glenn Hensley between 12th June 2001 and 28th August 2001)
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P.S. I forgot to mention that we took our last
trip today noon in Gus's command car, for tomorrow he turns it in. Jim, Dottie,
Gus and I ate well at the Cathay, then while Jim and Dottie were in New Market,
Gus and I watched an Indian magician do a levitation trick, in which a helper,
covered by a dirty shirt, lay down on the ground, was apparently raised 4 feet
by magic, and lowered. This trick was done three times. Of more interest to me
was the balancing goat act, in which a large speckled goat stood on a 3-inch
hour-glass block of wood, and, still balancing, got on a two-inch piece placed
on the other, without falling during the operation.
(Source: pp. 257 ff. of Elaine Pinkerton (ed.):
“From Calcutta With Love: The World War II Letters of Richard and Reva Beard”
Lubbock: Texas Tech University Press, 2002 / Reproduced by courtesy of Texas
Tech University Press)
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That season was as gay and busy as any I can remember.
Perhaps we were all aware in some unexpressed way that, as the war intensified,
our own social life would be sharply curtailed and might never resume in just
the way we knew it. Throughout my stay in Calcutta I was very uncertain about
precisely what my position as Jai's wife required of me, about what I could do
and what I shouldn't.
I was not in purdah, yet purdah was very much the custom,
not only in Rajputana but in most of the Indian states, and even in the rest of
Indian society very few girls ever went out unaccompanied by some relative or otherwise
chaperoned. My marriage to Jai had been widely talked about, and I was very
much in the public eye. I had the feeling that I was continually being watched
by not entirely charitable eyes to find some telltale sign in my behaviour that
might show that our obvious happiness was not quite all it seemed. But I
managed to survive and, much encouraged by Jai's letters urging me to enjoy
myself, didn't put a foot wrong.
Our stay in Bombay was short, and Ma soon swept us off to
Calcutta where the season was just about to begin. I went quite happily because
I knew that Jai would soon be coming. We settled into the familiar luxury of
"Woodlands" and prepared for the season to go into full swing when
Lord Linlithgow, who had just replaced Lord Willingdon as Viceroy, came with
the viceregal family to spend their customary couple of weeks in Calcutta.
For me that winter was the most fabulous Calcutta season I
remember. It was the first time at "Woodlands" that I was considered
a grown-up, and although I wasn't allowed quite the freedom of other girls my
age—which was especially irritating when I saw my brothers setting out for an
evening on the town—there were plenty of parties to which I could go with Ma as
a chaperon. As usual, the chief factor in my happiness was that Jai was staying
with us, and I saw him constantly and for virtually every meal. Mostly we had
to be in the company of others, but occasionally we managed to slip out alone
and sometimes he would let me drive his car. Of course, early every morning we
went riding together.
Jai, Bhaiya, and Indrajit were in great demand socially and
went out together a great deal. They looked so wonderful, setting off in their
silk jackets, their tight trousers, and their turbans. They were all tall,
slim, and good-looking and were often mistaken for brothers.
Between them they made "Woodlands" livelier than
ever that year. By now my brothers and sisters, as well as Ma, invited friends
to stay. It was a centre for sportsmen. Bhaiya, who played in the East India
tennis championships, invited his fellow competitors. He also organized cricket
matches on the pitch in our garden, inviting the Viceroy's team and the
Middlesex Cricket Club, among others, to come and play. Many of Bhaiya's and
Indrajit's friends were cavalry officers from the Indian Army, and they came to
Calcutta for the polo and lived in tents in our garden. One of them got the
shock of his life when, returning to his tent after a late party, he came face
to face with a huge tusker apparently ready to charge him in the dark. Next
morning, he didn't know whether he had been hallucinating or whether he had
really escaped a frightful danger. We never enlightened him, although we all
knew the elephant. It had been brought down from Cooch Behar to be sent to my
Baroda grandfather as a gift for his Diamond Jubilee. Its tusks had been
studded with diamonds, and it had been renamed Hira Prashad ("Diamond
Offering") and taken down to the docks to be loaded on a ship for Baroda.
Alas, the crane that was hoisting him broke. He fell to the quay and broke a
leg. After that it was impossible for him to travel to Baroda and we kept him on at "Woodlands" in special
quarters, in great comfort, while his leg healed.
"Belvedere," the Viceroy's official residence,
was just across the road from "Woodlands," and Bhaiya and I were
often asked to play tennis with our neighbours. This brought its own ordeals,
for no one had thought to warn me that the Viceroy never changed sides when his
partner was serving. I remember standing hesitantly on the baseline wondering
when he would move and if I had the courage to start serving. Finally he turned
around and said, "Come on, Ayesha, what's the matter with you? Aren't you
ever going to start?" Bhaiya, who knew about this habit of the Viceroy's,
shook with suppressed laughter on the other side of the net.
On one occasion he and I were asked to an informal dinner
at "Belvedere" by the Viceroy's daughter. Lady Joan. It was the first
time that I had dined at Viceregal Lodge and was quite unprepared for the
moment at the end of the dinner when the ladies withdrew. The Vicereine led the
procession out of the dining-room, dropping a deep curtsy to her husband on the
way. The other ladies followed in pairs, each sinking to the floor with perfect
composure, while I wondered in panic what on earth to do. I had never curtsied
before, and I was too frightened of making a fool of myself to begin on this
occasion. In the end, when I reached the door I merely folded my hands in a namaskar and hoped that the Viceroy would consider this
sufficiently respectful.
Parties, tennis, riding, watching the polo, exploring what
it was like to be a grown-up—those were the things that made up my life in
Calcutta, and I enjoyed every moment of it. All the same, when the time came to
return to Cooch Behar, I think all of us shared that happy sense of homecoming
that Cooch Behar always gave us. As a group, we brothers and sisters were very
congenial. We found entertainments and interests wherever we happened to be, in
Europe or India. But Cooch Behar was the place we all loved the most, and on
that particular return I found it even more absorbing than usual.
Ma was no longer regent because Bhaiya was now of age, so
she spent a good deal of time away from the state visiting Delhi, or especially
Bombay, to be with my grandmother. In her absence I used to act as Bhaiya's
hostess. It was enormous fun entertaining guests with him, planning things that
we would do, discussing outings we might arrange. I used to listen to his
conversations with officials and advisers, sometimes offering my own
suggestions. He always heard me out, though he smiled and teased me about the
wilder and more impractical ones.
In the evenings, after I had bathed and dressed, instead of
going to Ma's room as I did when I was a child, I went to Bhaiya's, even when
Ma was in residence. I waited until he was ready and then went with him to the
drawing-room, walking just behind him. In fact I went everywhere I could with
Bhaiya, to such a marked degree that Ila nicknamed me "Shadow." I
found that, exhilarating as the season in Calcutta had been, I really much
preferred the relaxed, informal, outdoor country life of Cooch Behar to the
social round of the big cities.
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