“First of all he says the word ‘Rosabelle’. Do you remember all that it stands for?”

“Oh, yes,” the plaintive little figure on the couch answered. She courageously sang the words of the song: “Rosabelle! Sweet Rosabelle, I love you more than I can tell; Over me, you’ve cast a spell; I love you, my sweet Rosabelle.”

The Detroit News
Jan. 9, 1929