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we've honored such beloved members...

...as Victor Herbert, George Gershwin,

Oscar Hammerstein, and Jerome Kern.

This is our opportunity to show

our appreciation to these members...

...who've helped make the

Songwriters and Publishers Association...

...the truly great organization it is.

A few months ago, an established

songwriting team decided to split up.

In the vernacular of Tin Pan Alley...

...the perfect wedding of words

and music were divorced.

But I'm sure that all of you

share my happiness...

...in knowing that Dixie Donegan and

Eddie Crane are working together again.

And once more they've written themselves

to the very pinnacle of our profession.

Whatever else has happened

is none of my business or yours.

What matters to us is that they've given

the world another great song.

And when you hear Dixie sing it,

I think you'll feel as I do:

That this isn't just another work

by two songwriters.

It's as if they had

a hundred million collaborators.

The Americans who feel in their hearts...

...what Eddie and Dixie have written

so beautifully in their song.

I refer to the tender and affectionate

salute to a lost city...

..."The Last Time I Saw Paris. "

A lady known as Paris

Romantic and charming

Has left her old companions

And faded from view

Lonely men with lonely eyes

Are seeking her in vain

Her streets are where they were

But there's no sign of her

She has left

The Seine

The last time I saw Paris

Her heart was warm and gay

I heard the laughter of her heart

In every street caf

The last time saw Paris

Her trees were dressed for spring

And lovers walked beneath those trees

And birds found songs to sing

I dodged the same old taxicabs

That I had dodged for years

The chorus of their squeaky horns

Was music to my ears

The last time I saw Paris

Her heart was warm and gay

No matter how they change her

I'll remember her

That way

I'll think of happy hours

And people who shared them

Old women selling flowers

In markets at dawn

Children who applauded Punch and Judy

In the park

And those who danced at night

And kept our Paris bright

Till the town

Went dark

The last time I saw Paris

Her heart was warm and gay

I heard the laughter of her heart

In every street caf

The last time I saw Paris

Her trees were dressed for spring

And lovers walked beneath those trees

And birds found songs to sing

I dodged the same old taxicabs

That I had dodged for years

The chorus of their squeaky horns

Was music to my ears

The last time I saw Paris

Her heart was warm and gay

No matter how

They change her

I'll remember her

That way

- Oh, gee. That was terrific, wasn't it?

- Mm-hm.

We've come a long way

from Tin Pan Alley, honey.

Funny.

I was remembering too.

That was a swell speech

that Max made about us, wasn't it?

Wonderful.

"The perfect wedding of words

and music," he said.

- Remember?

- Mm-hm.

Oh, Dixie, why can't we make it

a real wedding again?

Can't we?

Can't we?

I think our present arrangement

is very good for us.

- What's good about it?

- Well, you're...

I mean, we're writing again.

Oh, I can write

under any circumstances.

- Except when we're married.

- That's ridiculous.

No, it isn't.

You're ambitious now, Eddie.

You want things.

That's an awful good sign,

wanting things.

Oh, it is, is it?

If all you want is the writing I can do,

we'd better call the whole thing off.

Oh, but, darling,

I've enjoyed your company too.

- Thanks. Thanks too much.

- Oh, Eddie, don't you understand?

All I understand is everything was swell...

...until you twisted me around your finger

and talked me into a divorce.

- I talked you...?

- Yes, you did, don't argue, it's true.

And then a very funny thing.

All of a sudden that palooka

of a sob singer appears on the scene.

Don't be so darn silly.

You have no reason to be jealous.

I'm not jealous.

But will you kindly explain

Buddy Crawford?

But he's jealous of you.

He's jealous of...?

Why, the conceit of the guy.

I never heard of such a thing.

- That's what I tell him.

- Oh, you do, do you?

Well, I'm tired of the whole setup.

This is the end.

You can't make a chump out of me.

I know what's going on.

I'm not gonna stand for it.

Come back here and behave yourself.

Now, you think I'm blind?

I wasn't born yesterday.

- Say, who writes your corny material?

- Never mind.

You won't have to put up with it

any longer.

From now on, I'll go my way

and you can go yours.

Hello, Marilyn.

- Hello, Buddy.

- Hi.

- Forgive me for phoning you.

- I like to hear from the girl I'm gonna marry.

Mr. Crawford, isn't this rather sudden?

Have you asked your mother's consent?

She told me

when I found a girl crazy about me...

...just go right ahead and marry her,

so we're all set.

Well, wasn't that sweet of her?

No, seriously, I wanna talk to you

about the divorce.

Well, what about our children?

No, all joking aside, Buddy.

I'm really worried about Dixie's divorce.

We've got to do something about it.

I thought the judge

did a fair job on it.

- What's there left for us to do?

- We've got to get them back together.

She's really madly in love with Eddie,

and I think he is with her.

What do you want me to do? Put him

on my knee and be a mother to him?

- I have a good idea.

- I have a better one.

- You and I get married. Set an example.

- Now, now, now. I've got it all planned.

We've gotta do something

to make Eddie jealous.

That guy's so jealous,

you can hear him sizzle on a clear day.

That's the point. It only needs

one gesture on your part.

My part? Listen, I almost got punched

in the nose for no good reason at all.

You know that guy's temper.

What are you trying to cook up, a homicide?

Now, don't be frightened, junior.

Mother won't let you get hurt. I only

want you to send Dixie a diamond ring.

A diamond what? Hey, what is this?

When Eddie hears that,

he'll have Dixie in front of a preacher...

...before you can get the ring back.

This has gone far enough.

I refuse to be made a...

You're a dear, Buddy. When you

pick out the ring, be sure it's big.

- But suppose she accepts it?

- Accept a ring from you?

Oh, don't be ridiculous, darling.

Well, how do I like that?

Hello, Buttons.

Oh, have I got a surprise for you.

Come on, look what I have.

Come here. Buttons.

Come here. Stand up.

Stand up. Speak.

Oh! Marilyn, you scared me to death.

Come here, darling.

There. Don't you say thank you?

Oh, he never says a word.

What are you doing on the floor?

Working on some steps

for my new number.

Oh, it looks great.

Yeah, now if I can just do what I draw.

Marilyn, you just worry

about drawing what you do.

How come you and Eddie

didn't work today?

Oh, we were going to, but we had kind

of an argument last night after the banquet.

After Max's swell speech about you?

I thought you two would be back

together again for keeps.

What a spot to be in.

A woman who doesn't dare marry

her own husband.

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