I Just Can't Read Music.

Ice Cream Was My Undoing, And Six Chocolate Milk Shakes In A Row Were Nothing To Me At One Time.

I Know I'm Fat And I Know My Hair Is Straight, But I Can Sing.

In Nearly All Ballads, The Words Set The Mood And Meaning, While The Music Intensifies Or Enhances Them.

Every Small Town Has Its Dramatic Group, Its Barber-shop Quartet, Every Home Has Music In One Form Or Another.

Because Of My Voice, Speaking Words Which Had Been Carefully Chosen, Women Had Used Money They Had Set Aside For Other Purposes To Buy War Bonds.