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They All Start Whistling Mary by The Three Ginx, 1932

Composers: Roy Leslie and Clay Keyes The Three Ginx were Eric Handley (known as Sam), Jack Joy, and Ivor Beaconsfield Robins (known as Rob). Broadcast no. 3247 1932 Taken from the original 78 THE THREE GINX from Radio Pictorial, March 12th. 1937 Just a gay, light-hearted, crazy trio of songsters, who tell the truth about themselves-without pride or prejudice! "YOU three silly ginks!" We stared round, Sam, Rob and I (Jack), at the bell-bottomed sailor on the front of Southsea. This unprovoked remark, under normal circumstances, would have resulted in the British Navy being frog-marched down to the sea-edge and its quiff tickled by the frothy waves. But the circumstances were not normal. The insult fell upon our ears like music from heaven. It solved the big problem of the moment. It provided the inspiration for the name of our newly-formed trio. We were all lads in our 'teens then, ignorant of the hardships that faced unknown artistes, but full of a happy adventurous spirit. With an X for KS the Three Ginx were born, and the next week we set out to "gate-crash" on London's army of agents. We had rehearsed our act for many months and felt confident that if we were lucky enough to land a job we would pull through all right. The weeks slipped by but nothing seemed to come our way, and during this time a lot of our former ignorance was replaced by the disconcerting knowledge of the truth. We needed a break badly, and unless something turned up it looked as if our trio would achieve no more than a name. But every cloud has a silver lining. An agent telephoned to say he had a week's booking for us in Newcastle. A break! We had been waiting for this for a long time, and then, with the contract signed, we were as nervous as a debutante. We arrived in Newcastle in an apprehensive state, and went in search of the manager. We found him at the theatre and got him talking. We wanted to find out exactly what it was like playing before these Newcastle folk. "Don't worry," he said. "If this audience doesn't like you they'll soon let you know. Anyway, they kick up such a noise that I don't suppose they'll hear a word you sing." And he told us not to worry! We were lucky, though. Somehow we managed to get through the week without incurring the disapprobation of the gentle audience who held our immediate future in their hands. We went straight from there into a club on the River Thames where our agent had landed us a long-term contract. Four Years' Hard Labour During the next four years we worked for three hundred and sixty-five days a year with the exception of two Good Fridays. And our days started at nine in the morning and didn't finish until well after midnight. The only time, therefore, we had to enjoy ourselves was in the early hours of the morning. We had some grand times, and it seems now that our lives were a mixture of hard work and crazy incidents. And now I'll leave it to Mr. Ivor Beaconsfield Robbins, known among his friends as Rob, to tell you some more of our story. You would have to search for a long time before you found two men who could be better friends and greater scouts than Jack and Sam. Together we started from nothing and by sheer hard work we have found ourselves on the right road, heading, I hope, for even greater things. It is an admirable point to make when I say that all these years we have been partners none of us has accepted individual offers, however big they might have been-and we have had big individual offers in our time. All this fooling we have done has never interfered with our work, except, perhaps, on one occasion. Even then it turned out to be helpful. Enjoying Every Minute We were playing at a restaurant where they had the worst cabaret show I had ever seen. It consisted of half-a-dozen or so dejected chorines who could not dance a step. "We ought to do something about this," said Sam, "even if we do get the sack." His irrepressible sense of humour had got the better of him, and when the show started and the girls appeared in the spotlights they couldn't understand why everyone was laughing. There was Sam, dressed in half the chef's outfit and half the kitchen utensils. He was joined immediately by Jack and myself. The diners seemed to like it, because instead of being sacked we were put on a fortnight's contract to do the cabaret show. Nowadays we don't even have time for good-natured fooling. Not long ago we went round the world in one day. We started on Empire transmissions early in the morning and didn't finish until late the same night. We repeated the same programme to every one of the Dominions, finishing up with Canada. But we enjoy every minute of it, and it is made twice as pleasant because we are three really good pals.