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- Frank Sinatra
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- (August 2, 1943)
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- In CBS's Manhattan playhouse, at the Paramount, at the Lucky
- Strike Hit Parade, hundreds of little long-haired, round-faced
- girls in bobby socks sat transfixed. They were worshipers of one
- Francis Albert Sinatra, crooner extraordinary. Their idol, a
- gaunt young man (25), looked as if he could stand a square meal
- and considerable mothering. A composite picture of his
- idolaters' reactions to his public appearances last week:
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- As Sinatra intoned Night-And-Day-You-Are-The-One, the
- juvenile assemblage squealed "Ohhhhhhh!" He aimed his light blue
- eyes and careless locks at a front row devotee. It was too much;
- she shrieked: "Frankie, you're killing me!"
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- Cocking his head, hunching his shoulders, caressing the
- microphone, Sinatra slid into She's Funny That Way, purring the
- words: "I'm not much to look at, nothin' to see." "Oh, Frankie,
- yes you are!" wailed the audience.
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- In various manifestations, this sort of thing has been going
- on all over America the last few months. Not since the days of
- Rudolph Valentino has American womanhood made such unabashed
- public love to an entertainer. It stared with Frank Sinatra's
- first solo appearance at the Paramount theater last December.
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- Whatever Sinatra's secret, he possesses one of the best
- microphone techniques in the business. It is studiedly informal,
- effortless, little-boyish. His tone quality is liquid, his
- delivery easy. He is also young enough and sentimental enough
- to believe the words he sings.
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- Of his status as America's No. 1 microphone lover, he
- observes: "It's a kinda exaggerated affair."
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