Dolly Connolly was the wife of Percy Wenrich, and her features hardly matched her voice, and vice versa. Here's what she looked like:
Meanwhile, she sounded like Marjorie Main (who, like Donnolly, started in vaudeville, and around the same time). If Sarah Silverman had pipes like Sophie Tucker's, she could play the lead in a Dolly Connolly biopic.
Speaking of hypnotizing men, did you know that Dilbert creator Scott Adams happens to be one? And that he considers Donald Trump a "Master Persuader"? All along, Adams has been convinced Trump will win (and win big)--that is, until the recent video and all the interviews. Now he considers a Donald victory less than a sure thing, and he blames/credits women. "Hillary Clinton is all yours, ladies," he recently posted. "She and her alleged rapist husband are your brand now. Wear them well." (Ohhhhhhh-kay.)
I wonder if, two months from now, Adams will claim that he wanted his fans to chuck their Dilbert anthologies into the nearest dumpster, that this was all an experiment in persuasion? If so, it appears to be working.
That Hypnotizing Man's lyrics are not Hall of Fame material, but they get the job done: When you feel queer and you feel someone whisper in your ear, "Come over here;" Don't make a sound for you'll know that you have found a man to fear. For example. And they mostly make sense, unlike the words to the 1925 classic, AH HA!, which we'll be examining next post.
To the music: That Hypnotizing Man (Lew Brown--Albert von Tilzer)
Dolly Connolly, Columbia A1440 (1912), ripped by me from my collection.