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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On First Looking into Bee Palmer's Shoulders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">WITH BOWS TO KEATS AND KEITH'S<br>["The World's Most Famous Shoulders"]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Then I felt like some watcher of the skies <br>When a new planet swims into his ken, <br>Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes <br>He stared at the Pacific--and all his men <br>Looked at each other with a wild surmise-- <br>Silent upon a peak in Darien."<br>"BEE" PALMER has taken the raw human--all too human--stuff of the underworld, with its sighs of sadness and regret, its mad merriment, its swift blaze of passion, its turbulent dances, its outlaw music, its songs of the social bandit, and made a new art product of the theatre. She is to the sources of jazz and the blues what François Villon was to the wild life of Paris. Both have found exquisite blossoms of art in the sector of life most removed from the concert room and the boudoir, and their harvest has the vigour, the resolute life, the stimulating quality, the indelible impress of daredevil, care-free, do-as-you-please lives of the picturesque men and women who defy convention. --From Keith's Press Agent.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Much have I travell'd in the realms of jazz, <br>And many goodly arms and shoulders seen <br>Quiver and Quake--if you know what I mean; <br>I've seen a lot, as everybody has. <br>Some plaudits got, while others got the razz. <br>But when I saw Bee Palmer, shimmy queen, <br>I shook--in sympathy--my troubled bean, <br>And said, "This is the utter razmatazz."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then felt I like some patient with a pain <br>When a new surgeon swims into his ken, <br>Or like stout Brodie, when, with reeling brain, <br>He jumped into the river. There and then <br>I swayed and took the morning train <br>To Norwalk, Naugatuck, and Darien.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Franklin+P.+Adams">Franklin P. Adams</a></strong></div>