The Mood Of The Nation - 1920s Thru 1930s

The Roaring Twenties

Happy Days Are Here Again
Benny Meroff

Happy Days Are Here Again

Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again
Altogether shout it now
There's no one
Who can doubt it now
So let's tell the world about it now
Happy days are here again

Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again
Altogether shout it now
There's no one
Who can doubt it now
So let's tell the world about it now
Happy days are here again

Your cares and troubles are gone
There'll be no more from now on

Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again
Altogether shout it now
There's no one
Who can doubt it now
So let's tell the world about it now
Happy days are here again

So long sad times
Pull along bad times
We are rid of you at last
Howdy gay times
Cloudy gray times
You are now a thing of the past

Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again
Altogether shout it now
There's no one
Who can doubt it now
So let's tell the world about it now
Happy days are here again

Your cares and troubles are gone
There'll be no more from now on

Happy days are here again
The skies above are here again
So, Let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy times
Happy nights
Happy days
Are here again!


The Sad Thirties

Jukebox
"Brother, Can You Spare a Dime"
Bing Crosby

Brother, Can You Spare a Dime - 10/27/32

They used to tell me I was building a dream
And so I followed the mob
When there was earth to plow or guns to bear
I was always there, right on the job

They used to tell me I was building a dream
With peace and glory ahead
Why should I be standing in line
Just waiting for bread?

Once I built a railroad, made it run
Made it race against time
Once I built a railroad, now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?

Once I built a tower to the sun
Brick and rivet and lime
Once I built a tower, now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?

Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell
Full of that yankee doodle dum
Half a million boots went sloggin' through hell
And I was the kid with a drum

Say, Don't you remember they called me Al?
It was Al all the time
Say, don't you remember, I'm your pal
Buddy can you spare a dime?


Strange Fruit
Billie Holiday - 1938
Lyrics by: Lewis Allan

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
Blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
for the rain to gather
for the wind to suck
for the sun to rot
for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop


The Fighting Forties

I Want You

From: "JUDY HELD"jnjheld@msn.com
Date: 2006/01/28 Sat PM 04:15:28 EST
To:jamestusing@cox.net
Subject: Re: Web Page

Just to let you know, I finally got myself some speakers that work, and have just explored the below-listed web site. The dancers going across the screen in the Roaring 20's section were drawn by Jack's adoptive father, John Held, Jr. Jack was totally captivated by the site. Thanks, Judy

Rag Time - Midi