Happy 88th, Ms. Whiting!
Songbird Margaret Whiting is 88 years old today.
Whiting, the daughter of successful songwriter Richard A. Whiting—he wrote “Hooray for Hollywood,” “Breezin’ Along With the Breeze,” and “Too Marvelous for Words,” among many others—signed a deal as a young woman with family friend Johnny Mercer, who had just launched Capitol Records. Mercer’s gamble, if it can fairly characterized as such, paid off royally, as Whiting went on to have numerous hits in throughout the 1940s and ’50s.
We encountered Ms. Whiting a few times in the 1980s. She occasionally patronized a restaurant on Central Park South where we were tending bar and waiting tables in those days. As a customer, she was amiable enough, but she seemed a bit private, keeping largely to herself, so we have no stories to share of our encounters.
Ms. Whiting was long involved with Jack Stillman, better known as Jack Wrangler, renowned gay porn star. Though Stillman, twenty years Whiting’s junior, insisted he was gay, not bisexual, the pair obviously forged a lasting connection, as they were together from the late 1970s through his death in 2009. The two were married for the final 15 years of their time together.
We hope this birthday finds Ms. Whiting in happy spirits and good health. We’re celebrating the occasion by sharing with the Cladrite Clan her first hit, recorded as the vocalist for Freddie Slack and His Orchestra, That Old Black Magic.
Margaret Whiting with the Freddie Slack Orchestra—”That Old Black Magic”
On A Simmery Summery Day
Give me a book that's entertaining
When I'm lying in the hay
To while away the hours
On a simmery summery day.
Want to be lazy like a daisy
In the middle of July
And watch the pretty pictures in the sky.
Ho-hum, dreaming in the sun,
I'm a lucky one, it's true.
Ho-hum, I'm not so very dumb.
I'll bet you'd like to dream there, too.
Beautiful butterflies are dancing
In the field across the way,
The nearest thing to heaven
On a simmery summery day.
What is the use of hustle-bustle?
Find a little time to play
And you'll never simmer
On a summer day.
---James Cavanaugh, John Redmond and Frank Weldon




