Truth or Consequences with Bing Crosby

With Game Conductor Ralph Edwards
April 1948

Q: This is quite an honor, Bing, having you opposite our Photoplay microphone. If my wire could only see me now! Tell me . . . how does one go ahout acquiring the gentle art of crooning such as yours?
A: Nothing to it. Just open your mouth to the letter “B” and begin. If you can’t remember the lyrics or the tune… just whistle.

Q: I’ve tried that . . . and what do I get? Three Beverly Hills St. Bernards, a dachshund, two French poodles . . . even Lassie comes home. Tell me, Bing, who’s your favorite leading lady?
A: Joan Fontaine, Dorothy Lamour, Joan Caulfield, Rhonda Fleming, Joan Fontaine—need I go on?

You’ve gone much too far already so take the consequence. Show how you’d register nerves on the screen.


He’s The Object of their Affections

by Terrance Howard
Screen Play
January 1937


Poor Bing! The ladies love him but they also make his life miserable. You see, Mrs. Crosby’s little boy is bashful

HE’S the object of their affections all right. But like the gentleman in the popular song, they frequently change his complexion from its normal tan to a very “rosy red.”

For several years now, most of the ladies of the civilized world have been quite definitely aware of Mr. Bing Crosby. They first discovered, via the radio and phonograph, that the throaty tones produced by his vocal chords did something to their heart strings. Later, motion pictures proved beyond dispute that Bing had a personality as beguiling as his voice.


Why Girls Can’t Resist Him

by James Reid
Modern Screen
October 1940

Perhaps you haven’t thought about it, but one male screen idol makes it easier for the girls to palpitate about him by banning publicity about his private life—and his private wife. Two other idols, both with romantic reputations to preserve, won’t talk about their wedded bliss and have pacts with their wives that keep their wives mum, also. And when another certain romantic actor recently dashed down South America way, where he has a large following, he left the little woman home. Why remind the smitten señoritas that there was a señora?

But Bing Crosby doesn’t care who knows that he’s a family man, a happy husband and the parent of four sons, including twins. Last Father’s Day, in every newspaper in the country, there was a picture of Bing, completely surrounded by Crosby offspring. He puts up a battle every time Paramount wants to get him into the portrait gallery for some glamour art, but let Paramount suggest some home shots with the family, and he says, “Name the day.” When he takes a long trip, he also takes Mrs. Bing and sees to it that she’s in all the news photos with him. And she has been interviewed often about what he’s like around the house.


Bing Crosby


Screen Album
Fall 1943

START chopping said Bing! Al Rinker let his right hand flea-hop across the keys while his left hammered a Beal St. beat. Bing stood beside the piano manning cymbals and drum. Together they sang, only it wasn’t singing; it was a sort of delirium in rhythm. And when things got wilder and bluer than they ought, Bing leaned over and whispered, “The text, brother, the text!” Which meant, “Now do it like it says.” Only they couldn’t; not for long, anyway, because they were scat-singers in their bones, and the music was like a plank you walked out on and then jumped off and you were on your own.


Brother Bing

by Everett Crosby
Silver Screen
September 1937

I DON’T know that Bing’s ever said which of the pictures he’s made is his favorite. But I can tell you. There are two. One is “Going My Way.” The other is “Bells Of St. Mary’s.”

Why they’re his favorites is interesting. In the role of Father O’Malley, Bing doesn’t have to make love. He doesn’t like to make love. It embarrasses him. He gets all embarrassed when, in front of a set full of people, he has to go into a clinch. When he does have to, his face looks like a piece of boiled scrod. Actually blushes. He’s always been that way. It’s an old family trait. None of us ever gets demonstrative in front of people.


If I Had My Life to Live Over

by Helen Louise Walker
Silver Screen
April 1940

“I’ve had good luck and I wouldn’t change a thing,” says Bing Crosby. “Fate licks some people and takes care of others in spite of themselves.”

IF I had my life to live over again… well, since things have turned out the way they have, I’d be pretty silly if I said I’d try to make them any different. Yet I’d certainly hate to have one of my sons do some of the fool things I did when I was a young squirt! It was plain luck—with some pretty smart people advising me—that saved me from coming a lot of croppers. And I can’t take credit for that! Still, I wouldn’t change anything now. Not the way things are.”

Sober-sided people have been shaking their heads over Bing Crosby and his goings-on practically ever since he can remember, predicting that no good could possibly come of whatever he was up to at the moment. Why ‘way back when he was in his ‘teens and spent the money he had earned picking apples on a down payment for a set of drums instead of a good school suit, folks were pretty impatient with him. But to the amazement of everyone he earned enough money with those drums to buy all his clothes from that time on and to pay his way through preparatory school, besides.