Snapshot in Prose: Al Bowlly
In this week’s Snapshot in Prose, we convene with Ray Noble‘s favorite vocalist (and one of ours, too), Mr. Al Bowlly. We learn that Bowlly had a fledgling career as a barber before he became a professional singer and that he grew up not in England, as we’d always thought, but in Johannesburg, South Africa. Join us for this 1935 tête-à-tête with Mr. Bowlly.

”They’re the only kind of songs I like to sing,” said the popular Al when we cornered him in Radio City’s luxurious Rainbow Room. “Of course, I oftdn have to sing other types but I can’t put my heart into anything without a touch of romance.”
Albert Bowlly, who is currently appearing with Ray Noble at New York’s swanky Rainbow Room, 65 stories above the clatter and clamor of Manhattan, and can be heard over a coast-to-coast hook-up several times a week, was born on a farm near Johannesburg, South Africa, about thirty years ago.
A colorful past, pt. 2
Earlier this week, we pointed you toward some amazing color footage of London from the 1920s.
Today, we follow that up by tipping you off to the website How to Be a Retronaut, which is currently featuring four gorgeous color photos of London, taken around 1949. They’re remarkable pictures, and we’re grateful to H2BAR for sharing them with the world.

A glimpse of a colorful past
Anyone under the age of seventy could be forgiven for forgetting that the world didn’t suddenly spring to colorful life in the past half-century, so predominant was the grey palette of black and white photography and cinematography in the first half of the 21 century.
But of course, the world never existed in black and white — it was just depicted that way.
One aspect of Martin Scorsese’s The Aviator that I especially admired was the way the look of the picture slowly morphed, depending on the period being depicted. In scenes that took place in the late twenties and early thirties, the heavily green and orange look of the two-strip Technicolor of the era was very effectively replicated. I’ll admit to a fondness for that look, and when I do imagine life in the 1930s in color, that’s the palette my mind’s eye adopts.
Ms. Cladrite and I spent our honeymoon in the great city of London a little more than a year back. It was her second trip there, and my first, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. We often reminisce fondly about those eight delightful days. So it was with some excitement that I learned of this color footage of London in the 1920s, and it’s with great pleasure that I share it with you, the Cladrite Radio listener.
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




