A Crooked Thing: Part Two

A Crooked Thing

A Chronicle of Beggar's Holiday, Part Two
With End Notes and Addenda

The early rehearsals began to take shape in November.  From the start, this meant revisions and re-revisions of the Latouche book and Ellington score.  John Houseman is probably correct to point out the latter was not really a "score" at all.  In actual practice, a script conference might produce a new opening for an existing Ellington tune in search of a lyric.  "Swee' pea," Duke would nudge Billy Strayhorn, whom he had deputized as the show's orchestrator, "go up to my apartment and get that tune out of the second drawer."  Strayhorn would dutifully return with the needed manuscript, whereupon it would be fitted with (or tailored to) a Latouche lyric.  Who needed a score with a melodic stockpiler like Ellington around?  Many of the show's tunes were "created" in this manner.

One by one, the various problems involved in production seemed to be solved, in some instances brilliantly.  The first set designs by Perry Watkins, for example, were altogether lackluster; in stepped Oliver Smith, at that time co-director-cum-designer of the Ballet Theatre and the producer of Sartre's No Exit.  Smith's designs for Beggar's Holiday were lavish and boldly original.  There were revolving stages and scrims, stylized street corners and penthouses, fire escapes and hobo jungles, and, above it all, a panoramic suspension bridge casting its shadow over the dog-eat-dog world of the play.  Valerie Bettis's choreography sparked the entire cast.  "Rehearsals began deceptively well," Houseman recalled:

The quality and color of Ellington's music and the energy of our mixed cast almost made us forget the inadequacies of our book and the absence of a structured score...  Even the book seemed to play fairly well at first.  Zero's prodigious vitality and inexhaustible invention made the Peachum scenes work. 12

Mostel's scenes throughout provided the slapstick counterpoint to romantic comedy, with Zero mugging, whining, and generally hamming it up.  The typical Peachum scene included a fast-paced and intricate number, with plenty of physical humor and stage business, such as "Peachum's Recitative: in Act I:

Peachum:  Each maiden who is smart keeps a time-clock by her bed

Mrs. Peachum:  Although  you lose your heart, you should never lose your head.

Peachum:  The market  price of virtue is as high as Tel & Tel

Mrs. Peachum:  And romance can never hurt you if you invest it well.

Polly:  Perhaps I seem a fool
But I will not play your game,
My head can not be cool
When my heart is all aflame.

Mr. & Mrs. Peachum:  In vain your parents lecture
And try to help you, Miss
As we both expect, you're
A sucker for a kiss.
We tell you he's a bounder
Your pickin's will be slim
But your heels are getting rounder
With every kiss from him.

Polly:  I bow my head in grief, for the fickle hand of fate
Has robbed my darling thief of a love that came too late.
The flatfoot soon will chisel
His name upon a stone
In the hot seat he will sizzle
While I shiver all alone.
Oh, Polly-- poor Polly
A broken-hearted Dolly...

Mr. & Mrs. Peachum:  We're getting apoplexy
In vain we storm and shriek
Because a guy is sexy,
You think that he's unique.

"Under the Bridge Ballet" built suspense leading to Macheath's shootout with the forces of law and order.

Precisely when the exhilaration and intensity of the first weeks began to wear and things began to go wrong  is hard to say.  To begin with, Latouche couldn't make up his mind how to end his play.  In the course of three or four months, he had changed his mind three or four times, and each change necessitated an overhaul of the second act.

The final scene begins with a chorus of newsboys and citizens singing of Macheath's impending execution while assorted vendors and hawkers peddle their wares to the crowd outside the prison walls.  The various characters-- the Beggar, Lucy, Polly, Lockit, Peachum, and finally Macheath-- take their places for the grand finale.  Macheath takes his leave of Lucy, Polly, and a number of lesser wives and is solemnly strapped into the electric chair.  As the switch is pulled, flashpots under the chair discharge, and the stage is plunged into darkness.  When the lights are brought up, behind the scaffolding for the chair we see the entire urban panorama, as in the Beggar's prologue.  Macheath, still seated in the chair, now begins to launch into a sermon about who's really guilty for the crimes of modern society.  Is it Peachum, who profits most from the underworld's evil doings?  Is it Lockit, who "sells what's left of justice on the installment plan"?  Is it Lucy or Polly, so intent on what ersatz happiness they can extract from life that they are unaware of the misery around them?  No!  The Beggar says:

You see how it is, Mac.  Look at the lathered pack of mankind, hysterical, jittery, anxious-- jumping over this way and that, snapping and biting at whatever passes before their furious jaws...  looking for a blame in this man's color, a scapegoat in that man's race, running frantically before the shadow of their illogical fear-- trapped in the arid gullies of their hatred...

Hear them howling in the smoky ruins of their world, Mac.  See them sniffing relentlessly after the bloody spoor of guilt in the shattered houses and terrified streets...  and always refusing to track it down to where it hides-- in the secret shadows of his own heart.  The deed has been done by all of us-- the hates hated by all of us-- the bombs released, the triggers pulled, the mines laid, the victims destroyed-- by all of us.  The one thing we share in this inequal world is guilt.

But wait a minute.  This was a Broadway musical:  you couldn't preach to the audience, especially not about collective guilt.  Latouche tried again.

The trouble lay with the apparent incongruity between the medium and the message.  Latouche, moreover, didn't really believe the collective guilt sermon himself, and he was astute enough to understand that there were some conclusions even "progressives" didn't want bandied about on Broadway.  His first solution was to tinker with the Beggar, the "outside" character who dreams up this tale and is supposed to interpret it to the audience as a neat little moral at the end of Act II.  The Beggar has functioned thus far as the author's mouthpiece, his go-between to the characters in the play proper.  Latouche's first idea was to scrap most of his scenes and throw in new dialogue or more songs to cover the resultant gaps.  There were other alterations, some of them rather drastic, such as killing off Careless Love, using his body as bait to entrap Macheath, and bringing him back to life for the grand finale.

In this new version, as the climax approaches, Macheath bids a brave farewell to his wives and lovers ("After this-- the chair is an anticlimax!")  Behind a scrim and seen by the audience in silhouette only, he then does the strapping-in number.  The throwing of the switch is followed by a second of silence and total blackout, and then the chair becomes illuminated as a "huge, gaudy juke-box throne," in which now sits the Beggar,  who says something about how you can damn near dream yourself to death.  Here the author intrudes:

FROM HIS BRIGHT-LIT THRONE (SPEAKING ACROSS THE DARKNESS AND ABOVE THE HEADS OF THE DIMLY-PERCEIVED ACTORS ON STAGE) THE BEGGAR HARANGUES THE AUDIENCE.  HE RELATES HIS DAY-DREAM TO PRESENT-DAY AMERICAN LIFE; EXPLAINS HIS PHANTASY IN TERMS OF THE FASHIONS AND FOIBLES OF OUR TIMES.  IT SHOULDN'T TAKE LONG-- NOT MORE THAN A MINUTE OF TIME-- BUT IT WILL POINT AND CLARIFY THE MEANING OF THE BEGGAR'S OPERA TODAY.

(This speech is still being polished and worked on until the very last minute.  It will depend to a great extent on the impact and reaction-quality of our play.)

AT THE CONCLUSION OF HIS LITTLE SPEECH, THE BEGGAR, KNOWING THAT THE AUDIENCE OBVIOUSLY AND RIGHTLY EXPECTS, AGREES TO GIVE THEM ONE.  THEY SHALL HAVE THE MOST GODDAMN HAPPY ENDING THEY'VE EVER SEEN.  SO HERE GOES-- 

This time the sermon never materializes-- only the author's barest intention to create one, by and by.  In the meantime, the Beggar proceeds to trick the audience into swallowing his non-existent sermon with some clever sleight of hand.  The new make-believe ending has the various marriages annulled; both Peachum and Lockit receive comic justice, and then, for that last bit of razzle-dazzle, the Beggar is unmasked to stand revealed as Macheath, who runs off with all three of the leading ladies as the cast reprises the new finale, "Utopiaville" (which had usurped "On the Wrong Side of the Railroad Tracks" and was itself superseded by "Tomorrow Mountain").  However, even this bit of self-inflected schizophrenia wasn't enough to hide the contradiction it was intended to camouflage.

At  the time the show went into rehearsals in early October, Latouche gave up moralizing altogether and put his efforts into smoothing out the script's rough edges into something palatable to a Broadway audience.  He threw in off-stage exchanges between "The Hero Maacheath" and "The Beggar Macheath," with a street ballet inserted for good measure.  He envisioned spectacular lighting effects and dramatic transitions in staging.  He scrapped the songs made obsolete by his revised plot-line and wrote new songs, as good or better, to replace them.  But the one thing Latouche couldn't do was reconcile his aims with his means.  The more he tried, the more he succeeded only in  ballooning his play to interminable length and compounding the problems of dramaturgy.

Lucy (Mildred Smith), Macheath (Alfred Drake), and Polly (Jet MacDonald) in "Duet of Polly and Lucy"

At the same time, the lavish expenditures invested in scenery, cast, crew, and costumes had finally caught up with the company.  Some time earlier, the checks had begun to bounce, and the creditors, the costume and scene shops, were threatening a suspension of services.  The production was saved from financial disaster by roping in a wealthy investor, John R. Sheppard, Jr., who was described by Houseman as "a very strange rich boy," and "a drunken angel."  Sheppard began throwing his money around with gusto, and for this he was credited as co-producer on the marquee, beneath the new title the show had given itself, Twilight Alley, a title derived from a lyric to "Utopiaville."  All in all, the show had run up some $350,000in production expenses.

Despite Sheppard's intervention, the show's finances remained touch-and-go through in out-of-town tryouts.  Rehearsals in New Haven in late November took place on a bare stage, as the scenery was still not paid for.  "In a series of desperate scenes of blackmail and tears," Houseman wrote, Sheppard "was separated... from a substantial part of his inherited wealth."  With some $50,000 thus collected, the scenery arrived, was unloaded and erected over the next thirty hours.  Time still permitted one technical rehearsal, which went flawlessly, but the cast's dress rehearsal, begun only eight hours before the opening curtain, had to be cut short.  Alfred Drake was forced to improvise the sadly-aborted denouement "before an audience that included the usual number of vulturous ill-wishers from New York."

At the conclusion of the performance, Houseman, Sheppard, Latouche, Ellington, and Nick Ray retired to "a blood-drenched" suite in the Taft Hotel to have it out at last.  Houseman was of the opinion that further performances should be postponed but was overruled.  All night long, over whiskey and sandwiches, contradictory views and acrid accusations were exchanged.  As Ellington recalled:

...Nobody had a harsh word to say of anyone, until after the show had opened in New Haven...  At a meeting after the show, the director was still asking for more music, as he had been up to and through over fifty songs.

"What we need here is a song," he began right away.

"Well, listen now, I love to write music," I answered.  "Let's put ten new songs in the show.  I'll sit here and write 'em tonight.  But here is a man [Latouche] who has written the lyrics for over fifty songs.  I just saw the matinee, and I couldn't hear the words. 13

And so it went; as Jon Bradshaw has reported in Dreams That Money Can Buy, Libby Holman was too old; the ingenue was too young; Zero Mostel was too zany; he was the best thing in the show; there were too many blacks; there weren't enough blacks...  The combatants, overcome by fatigue, finally drifted away, having achieved nothing but bitterness for their long night.

As if this wasn't enough, problems began to crop up among the cast as well.  Amidst the intrigue of backstage romances and generally bad vibrations, Libby Holman began to lose her nerve.  She resumed a heavy drinking habit and pretended not to notice the whispers about her age and reputation during the show's out-of-town floundering.  Unable to fully enter her role, her performances were tentative and uncertain.  Heartbreak and bloated egos hung over a show that seemed destined to fail.

Beggar's Holiday went to Boston with its chin up, however.  The cast salvaged its dignity, relied on discipline, and took the bad with the good.  Behind the scenes, Houseman was quietly ousted and replaced as director by George Abbott. 14   Before long, Libby Holman was informed, in the most callous fashion, that she, too, was fired.  This was the most bitter disappointment in a lifetime of sudden glory and equally sudden calamity.  The hoe left by her absence crippled the production yet further, as no last-minute replacement could do justice to her role.  Much of the show had been built around Libby, and her firing meant that much of her song material had to be jettisoned.  An understudy, however talented, could hardly be expected to take her place.

Play-doctor Abbott immediately came up with a prescription.  "Let's forget about all these changes," he said, thumbing through the tattered and smudged pages.  "Let's go back to the original script."  But not a single copy could be found.  Nobody had one:  not Houseman, not Ellington, not even Latouche!

Meanwhile, the New York opening was imminent.  Observers of the theatrical world must have been taken aback to see the show's advertising during the last weeks of tryouts, running alternately as Twilight Alley and Beggar's Holiday, as well as finding the just-fired Libby Holman still listed in the cast. 15   It seems impossible that any show could have surmounted such confounding circumstances, but Beggar's Holiday kept its morale, and the long-awaited Broadway premiere came, not on December 26, as history has recorded it, but at a preview performance on Christmas night.

Hindsight makes the debut seem more ominous now than it could have then:  a benefit show for Paul Robeson's Council on African Affairs, an organization which, within the next few years would become a favorite target of the House Un-American Activities Committee investigations and of red-baiters everywhere.  But in 1946 the benefit attracted no unusual attention.  It was billed, in the Daily Worker and everywhere else, as a "Merry Xmas Night."  The audience of liberal, progressive New Yorkers gathered that night to give their latest Broadway entry a gala send-off, little realizing that another age was dawning.  Forty years later, however, one notes the event by casting a glance at an era of broken dreams, at the line separating post-war from Cold War.  With Ellington almost the sole exception, most of the cast and staff were to be tarred with the Red Channels brush; Avon Long, Marjorie Belle, and John Houseman all had their share of political trouble and turmoil, and the story of Zero Mostel, who managed a spectacular comeback in the mid-1960s, is well known. 16  John Latouche's career lagged from then to his early death in 1956 , 17   while Libby Holman returned to the stage only once, in 1954, in a one-woman flop called Blues, Ballads and Sin Songs.  But all this is getting ahead of our story.

The opening night performance inspired rather polarized reviews from the New York critics.  John Chapman, Brooks Atkinson, and Robert Bagar, in The Daily News, The Times, and The Herald-Telegram, waxed ecstatic.  All of them praised the cast, the book, the staging, and the musical score.  Chapman, whose column flatly declared the show "the most interesting musical since Porgy and Bess," singled out Duke Ellington for "refusing to follow the Tin Pan Alley pattern...  If you are looking for a cut-and-dried hit, you can afford to skip it, but if you want something different you should go."  Atkinson commented:

Mr. Ellington has been dashing off songs with remarkable virtuosity.  Without altering the basic style, he has written them in several moods-- wry romances, a sardonic lullaby, a good hurdy-gurdy, a rollicking number that lets go expansively...  An angular ballet comes off his music rack as neatly as a waterfront ballad.  No conventional composer, he has not written a pattern of song hits to be lifted out of their context, but rather an integral musical composition that carried the old Gay picaresque yarn through its dark modern setting.

Bagar had kind things to say about Latouche's lyrics as well:

(He) has brought the old story up to date, complete with cops and robbers and crooked bosses, a braggart of a gang-leader hero, Macheath, and numerous ladies of the evening...  Together the music and text combine in as felicitous a wedding as the Broadway stage has offered in months...  All in all, a remarkable fusion of talents, creative and performing, culled from superior white and Negro artists.

 If the reviews were therefore not uniformly bad, as John Houseman painted them, neither was it quite true, as Ellington claimed, that the show enjoyed a succes d'estime despite its failure to attract a large audience.  Howard Barnes,Louis Kronenberger, Herrick Brown  and Richard Watts, in The Herald Tribune, PM, Sun, and Post, respectively, all panned the show, but for different reasons.  Barnes seemed offended by the very idea of "exploring the humorous possibilities of sex." complaining that such brothel settings as the show offered were inherently "tasteless and undramatic."  Brown faulted the book, while Kronenberger rather perversely compared it to the 1728 original.

Only one of the nay-sayers, the Journal-American's Robert Garland, was perceptive enough to explain the show's failure to live up to its own potential:

What should have been a bright and bitter satire on the New York City Underworld of nowadays... ends up by being something else again...  (In the second act) satire becomes slapstick.  Bitterness disappears.  Story-telling falls back on cops and robbers.  Zero Mostel takes over...  [The play] loses the courage of its unorthodox convictions.  (italics mine)

This hits the nail on the head.  The dilemma of Beggar's Holiday raises the question of a "revolutionary" theatre, one which has occupied many a theoretician on the left.  Imbedded in this question is a longer view of theatre history, one which takes in the devolution of the classic period of high tragedy and comedy into their democratic surrogates, melodrama and farce.  Broadway entertainment, in this respect, is very much within the traditions set by the Victorians and Edwardians, and Beggar's Holiday was no exception.  The problem facing Latouche was that he was an original playwright with a serious, "revolutionary" message:  that crime is the very foundation of capitalism; while at the same time, the economic forces in play demanded that a Broadway success must adhere to an accepted formula:  say nothing that could possibly offend anyone.

How ironic that when a challenge was finally mounted successfully against the Broadway Brahmins and philistines, it once again came in the form of The Beggar's Opera.  First produced in Berlin in 1928, the Brecht-Weill The Threepenny Opera immediately became the most successful European theatre production of this century and remained popular until the advent of Hitler.  A New York Production in 1933, in an English translation faithful to the German original, closed after only twelve performances, chased out of town, as it were, by the choruses of shocked critics who considered it "sugar-coated communism."  Nearly a quarter-century later, however, when the show opened off-Broadway in Marc Blitzstein's translation at the Theatre de Lys in March of 1955, it began a record-breaking run of 2,611 performances, buoyed by the enormous popularity of Kurt Weill's musical score, which included such classics as "Mack the Knife" and "Pirate Jenny."

  Brecht's solution was as revolutionary as his moral.  The method was to alienate the audience from the performance by emphasizing the show's unreality.  It appealed directly to the intellect of the audience, refusing to provide the solace of pity for the characters such as melodrama affords.  Not for Brecht the sentimentality and superficiality of the theatre as he found it.  Not for Brecht show-biz's rule number one, that the way to an audience's heart was to ingratiate oneself with it.  The Threepenny Opera was a revolutionary play in many ways:  it was conceived and born in a truly revolutionary period in modern history, that of the Weimar Republic; it shattered the boundaries of contemporary dramatic form; and its content was unabashedly radical.

Beggar's Holiday shared only the last characteristic, and even that was conditioned by the bounds of Broadway practice and propriety.  Taken as a whole, the play appeared radical chiefly in comparison to its competition in the musical theatre, which included Annie Get Your Gun, Carousel, Oklahoma! and Show Boat.  Beggar's Holiday's radicalism-- what little was left of it-- was mostly indirect, its watchword Ellington's own:  "Say it without saying it."

Nevertheless, Beggar's Holiday, by daring to venture forth into territory never before brought to the attention of a Broadway audience, set standards of its own.  As a musical truly ahead of its time, it deserves recognition as the precursor of such socially conscious productions as West Side Story and Cabaret.  In its bold confrontation of American racial and political taboos, it might have found a more responsive audience in the late '60s or early '70s.  Perhaps it's not too much to hope that, sometime in the future, American theatre-goers might yet vindicate Beggar's Holiday.

NOTES:

1.   Perry Watkins, "Holiday Is Bi-Racial Production."  Chicago Sun, April 6, 1947, p. 29.

2.  Watkins, ibid.

3.  Watkins, ibid.

4.  Watkins, ibid.

5.  This piece eventually was transformed and re-christened "Ballad for Americans" and led a second life as a popular wartime "protest" vehicle, as sort of paean to the innate virtues of the freedom-loving American masses.  In this form it may be heard on Vanguard VSD 57/58, The Essential Paul Robeson.

6.  Vernon Duke, Passport to Paris.  1955, Little, Brown, Boston.

7.  Latouche managed to retain much of the flavor of Gay's ballad opera by lifting some titles practically outright; compare Latouche's "The Employments of Life," "Ore from a Gold Mine," and "Rooster Man"-- to cite only a few-- to Gay's "Through all the employments of each," "A maid is like the golden ore," and "Before the barn-door crowing, the Cock by Hens attended."

8.  A notation on the typescript indicates that this song was, at least in part, the work of Luther Henderson.

9.  Between the first draft of Beggar's Holiday and the version which eventually opened on Broadway, the most significant change was in the treatment of Lucy's character.  When, in the course of rehearsals, Libby Holman was cast in the part of Jenny, the latter was elevated to the starring role, replacing Lucy (Mildred Smith) as the madam and Macheath's nemesis.

10. Duke Ellington, Music Is My Mistress, pp. 185-186.  Doubleday & Co., Garden City, N.Y.

11. In 1931 Libby Holman married Smith Reynolds, the tobacco heir.  Six months later he was shot to death; Libby and Smith's best friend were indicted on murder charges.  In the midst of a growing scandal, the Reynolds family exerted their influence to prevent the case from going to trial, but Libby's career was stalled for the rest of the decade.  In the later 1930s and 1940s, she became a mainstay of cafe society and in the 1950s had a long involvement with Montgomery Clift.  Several others in her life also suffered violent deaths, including her own son.  After the Beggar's Holiday debacle, Libby again made her living as a night club entertainer.  Her biography, Dreams That Money Can Buy by Jon Bradshaw (Morrow, 1985), was titled after a 1948 film in which she appeared with Josh White.

12. John Houseman, Front and Center, pp. 188-196.  1979, Simon and Schuster,  N.Y.

13. Ellington, ibid.

14. The New York playbill mentions neither Houseman nor Abbott.  Nicholas Ray is given sole credit as director.

15. Under the title Twilight Alley, the show was supposed to have opened at the Harlem Opera House during the third week of December,  but apparently never did.  By the time it reached Broadway, it was again titled Beggar's Holiday.

16.  Avon Long, cited by the red-hunters for his membership on the Council for African Affairs, suffered a long career lapse until the 1970s, when he appeared on Broadway again in Treemonisha and Bubbling Brown Sugar.  Alfred Drake was the star of Cole Porter's smash hit Kiss Me Kate, but during the decade that followed, I can find no television credits-- a totem of show-biz success-- for him or any of the others cited above.  It may be worth noting that the only Hollywood film that Drake made (Tars and Spars) was in 1944.

17.  John Lastouche's credits after Beggar's Holiday included Ballet Ballads (1948), The Golden Apple (opera, 1954), The Vamp (1955), The Ballad of Baby Doe (opera, 1956), and The Littlest Review (1956).  In 1956 he was also a part of a team of lyricists working on Leonard Bernstein's Candide.  He died August 7, 1956.

ADDENDUM (1987)

The New York production closed after fourteen weeks, in mid-March, 1947, but there was a brief coda to follow.  With a few cast changes, most notably the substitution of Claudia Jordan for Jet MacDonald, the show opened April 5, 1947, Easter Sunday, at the Shubert Theatre in Chicago.  The show made no more headway there than it had on Broadway and died unmourned,  even by its own company.

THE MUSIC

Considering what he had to gain from the success of Beggar's Holiday, the degree to which Duke Ellington ignored this work in the repertory of his band is remarkable and puzzling.  A check of the copywright registrations reveals that the bulk of the music and lyrics was never copyrighted, much less published.   Some of the published material was put out by Chappell in a volume titled A Collection of Songs from Beggar's Holiday.  More, some two score tunes in all,  were published individually.

Moreover in the year 1947, While Duke was under contract to Columbia Records, only five of the show's tunes were recorded in the studios; somewhat surprisingly, none of them were tunes singled out for praise by the critics.   More surprising yet, although that year is relatively well-represented in the Ellington discography by non-commercial recordings (radio airshots, concert performances, broadcast transcriptions, and the like), only two examples are known of the band promoting this music in one of these ways.  The first was a concert, featuring a Down Beat awards presentation, at the Chicago Civic Opera House on February 2, 1947; the Beggar's Holiday medley included "Take Love Easy," as a short piano introduction, into "When I Walk With You," a vocal performance by Marion Cox; "Tomorrow Mountain," as an orchestral bridge containing a trombone solo by Lawrence Brown; and "Take Love Easy," sung, as in the studio recording by Kay Davis.  The other instance was the band's December concert at Carnegie Hall, which featured vocalist Dolores Parker on "He Makes Me Believe He Is Mine."  Is it possible to conclude that Ellington was so embittered by his own experience with the play that he wanted to bury even the memory of the show? 

In any case, the contemporary recordings remain interesting, although of uneven quality.  On most of them, Billy Strayhorn appears as pianist, and in at least one case, it may be presumed that the Ellington Band played from the pit orchestrations he had devised for the show:  during the recording session of August 14, "Change My Ways," a vehicle for Alfred Drake in the show, was given over to a now-forgotten vocalist named Chester Crumpler, who briefly replaced Al Hibbler that year.  The song proved beyond his capacity, however, so that in subsequent versions, recorded October 2 and 6, it became an attractive instrumental showcase for Ray Nance, first for his trumpet work, and, in the released version, his violin.  The August session also produced two takes of "Women," with Nance this time on vocals, with trumpeter Dud Bascomb taking a  sardonic vocal chorus in the middle.

"Brown Penny," in another Strayhorn arrangement, was recorded in three takes at the October 2 session.  Although the recording benefitted from a tender, understated arrangement, with Strayhorn at the piano, and an
exceptional vocal by Kay Davis, it was not released anywhere in the world until after Ellington's death.

"He Makes Me Believe He's Mine," recorded November 11, is another case in point.  This ballad, probably a late addition composed for Bernice Parks, who replaced Libby Holman in the role of Jenny, perfectly combines Ellington's bluesy, wistful melody with Latouche's lyric of a whore scorned once too often: 

I'd kinda given up my faith in myself,
I've had a lot of trouble
He seems to know the secret longings I feel,
And he makes me believe they are real.

The vocal chorus by Delores Parker does justice to the fine lyric, and trombonist Lawrence Brow is at his melodic best on the poignant release.  Overall a fine performance, this recording has never been released by an American record company.

The same singer was present at the November 14 session on "Take Love Easy,"  which in the show was a sexy, suggestive bump-and-grind number performed by Marie Bryant.  Both Miss Parker's interpretation and Ellington's tempo and arrangement stray from this mood, however, and the result is a bouncy, cutesy rendition which is saved only by Johnny Hodges's effervescent performance on alto saxophone.  A much better version was recorded in Paris, with Alice Babs and a small group of local musicians led by Ellington, in a sultry cionception closer to the original intention.

This series of five numbers recorded by the Ellington band in 1947 virtually marked the end of the composer's involvement with his score for Beggar's Holiday.  With the exception of instrumental performances of "Brown Penny," subsequent returns to the material were almost non-existent.  Other performers, however, did manage to include some numbers in their repertory:  Lena Horne recorded a vocal rendition of "Tomorrow Mountain" on her Stormy Weather LP for RCA in 1956; Libby Holman recorded "In Between" in 1965, just a few years before her death.  Somewhere there may exist recordings by other artists, but I cannot confirm them.

As for the rest, only the music manuscripts remain, and of the reputed seventy-eight numbers Ellington composed for the show, fewer than two dozen have turned up thus far.  Whether any of the remaining music will ever be performed again, only time can tell.

N.B.:  "I Want a Hero" and "In Between" by Duke Ellington & John Latouche.  Copyright  1947 by Mutual Music Society, Inc.  Copyright renewed, assigned to Chappell & Co., Inc. and Fred Fisher Music Co., Inc.  International copyright secured.  All Rights Preserved.  Used by permission.

ADDENDUM (2019)

The foregoing was published in the new renaissance, vol. VII, No. 1 (fall, 1987), by the good graces of its editor, Louise Reynolds.  I wrote with the aim of making my work indispensable for others investigating the subject further.  I haven't yet achieved that-- though it's been thirty years-- but I did receive a citation in John Franceschina's Duke Ellington's Music for the Theatre, McFarland, 2001.  In the text, I'm identified as a "theatre historian."  Fooled 'em again, by God.

My piece neglected to point out the symmetry between  "In Between" and "Tomorrow Mountain."  They are inversions of each other:  the verse of one forms the chorus of the other.  Consider it said.

Another discovery:  the lyric to "Brown Penny" was written by neither John Latouche nor Billy Strayhorn:  it's an almost word-for-word copy of a poem of the same title by William Butler Yeats, widely anthologized (it was in the British Lit textbook I used back in the day).

The most serious omission, however, was my failure to probe more deeply into Billy Strayhorn's significant contribution (detailed in Walter van de Leur, Something to Live For:  The Music of Billy Strayhorn, Oxford 2002)  to the score of Beggar's Holiday.  His themes included "Boll Weevil Ballet," "Brown Penny," "Cream for Supper," "Fol-De-Rol-Rol," "Girls Want a Hero," "Let Nature Take Its Course" (a much older song that made its way into the show at some point), "On the Wrong Side of the Railroad Tracks," "Thirteen Boxes of Rayon Skirts," "Through All the Employments," "We'll Scratch Out His Eyes," "Wedding Ballet," and "You Wake Up and Breakfast on a Cigarette."

David Hajdu's Strayhorn biography (Lush Life, Farrar, Strauss Giroux, 1996), perceives, moreover,  an incipient rift between Strayhorn and Ellington over the matter.  On the Broadway program, Strayhorn receives credit for orchestrations only.  Hajdu quotes set-designer Oliver Smith:  "Billy didn't say 'boo' about Duke or how the credits would read the whole time...  But on opening night on Broadway, there was a grand, gala party.  Duke was there in all his splendor, receiving his public...  Billy said to me, 'Let's get out of here.'  I said, 'but the party's just starting.'  And he said, 'Not for me, it isn't.'  I told him no, I really should stay, and he walked away and out of the theater alone."

Seven years after the publication of this article, in 1994,  a new staging of Beggar's Holiday was mounted by the Pegasus Players of Chicago.  One of the show's original producers, Dale Wasserman, was on hand with his "new" book and libretto (which, for the most part, used the John Latouche original but claimed credit for himself.)  I was on hand for a rehearsal at that time, sitting next to Wasserman, who disparaged the cast as "amateurs."  At that point, I recused myself from any further involvement with the revival.  (Wasserman also "borrowed" the 8 x 10 cast photos I used in the article.  What the hell, he's dead now:  What goes around comes around.)

These links are to contemporary comments from Chicago Tribune columnists:

Howard Reich's 1994 Wasserman interview

Richard Christiansen's 1994 review

IN ROTATION:

• Sarah Vaughan, After Hours (Roulette, 1961), with Mundell Lowe, gtr; George Duvivier, b.

This one has been dear to my heart from the beginning.  My first copy was a budget-label (EMUS) LP, purchased in Oak Park, Illinois, sometime in the 1970s.  The CD reissue adds a totally unnecessary and distracting bonus track, "Through the Years";  the album ends properly with "Vanity,"  one of Sass's most affecting performances.  Her interpretations of the two Ellington selections, "Prelude to a Kiss"and especially Sophisticated Lady," are definitive in my book.  The program is a demonstration of intimacy.  Other than one brief guitar solo, the accompanists are content to support the diva.  (The following year, a similar album, Sarah + Two, came out on the same label, with West-Coast sidemen Barney Kessel on guitar and Joe Comfort on bass.  Another treasure.)

• Gal Costa, Gal Canta Caymmi (Philips/ Polygram, 1975)

• Elis Regina, Vento de Maio (EMI, 1980)

• The Kinks, Arthur (Pye/ Castle, 1969)

Thinking I was ordering the new, double-disc "Deluxe" reissue, I wasn't very disappointed to receive this earlier, single-disc reissue.  Along with the original album, in stereo, the set offers bonus tracks, including mono versions of several tunes, plus mono and stereo versions of such contemporaneous songs as "Plastic Man,"and "This Man He Weeps Tonight."  The set ends with a previously unreleased track "The Shoemaker's Daughter."

Now the album proper:  it's one of the finest Kinks albums, which is saying a lot.  The natural inclination was, and is, to compare it to Tommy, The Who's so-called rock opera.  That release, in a double-LP set, a misconceived epic about "that deaf, dumb, blind kid'" spiritual redemption, was a windy, overstuffed, gassy propaganda track for whoever Pete Townsend's guru at the time was. 

Not so Arthur.  Conceived as a soundtrack to a television production that was never completed, it tells the story of an ordinary Englishman who has survived both World Wars, the  Great Depression between them, and an unhappy present existence in his heavily mortgaged "Shangri-La."  Starting with the anthemic tribute to Victoria" and her empire where "the sun never sets," Ray Davies's lyrics do not spare the title character.    Arthur's God-and-country idealism is set against the brutality and cynicism of the politicians and military leaders who led an entire generation to the slaughter of war.  As the line goes in "Yes Sir, No Sir":

If the scum are going to make the bugger fight,

We'll be sure to have deserters shot on sight.

If he dies, we'll send a medal to his wife. 

Life in the UK grinds on through the Twentieth Century, and our ordinary hero chooses to ignore or explain away his servile predicament.  "Let all the Chinese and the Spanish do the fighting.  They'll never find us," goes the lyric to "Driving," as his family enjoys a picnic in the countryside.

OUR CAR CLUB:

• Duke Ellington & His Orchestra, ...And His Mother Called Him Bill (RCA, 1967)

There's something to be said for not fooling around with the original track order on a CD reissue, and this is a perfect case in point.  The producers chose, rather, to program this tribute to Billy Strayhorn, begun only a few months after his untimely death, in order by recording session.  The original producer programmed the album carefully as eleven orchestral tunes, followed by an unforgettable Ellington solo piano performance of "Lotus Blossom."  In listening to it, we keenly feel Duke's expression of grief, while in the background we hear quiet conversations and the sound of musicians packing up their instruments at the end of the session, almost as if we're ourselves present in the studio.  The CD reissue includes a later recording of the same tune, but by a trio comprised of saxophonist Harry Carney, bassist Aaron Bell, and Ellington on piano:  a good enough performance, but not nearly as emotionally powerful as the earlier take.

"Lotus Blossom"

What made the producer select the solo performance?   It's hard to understand why another version was recorded at all.

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