You gents are a joy. Thanks for feeding the pure stuff to this wonderful place.

I cut my eye teeth on Warner's LP (the same one) and have revered him ever since -- clicks, pops and all.

In 1946, on the East side of New York, my parents brought Warner back to their place after a long night in the Village, and he volunteered to take the baby, who was fussing.

He walked the infant around their living room singing "Hush, Lil Baby", which said infant found wonderful calming, and restored him to sleep in his crib.

I never did find out how the rest of the night turned out, as I was asleep (in the crib). :>)