Not a great beauty, of course, but holy cow, what a voice! Smooth, smoky, sophisticated, mellow.... the perfect voice for singing jazz standards in the post-war night club (which was maybe the high point of American popular music as an art form, with the descent into rock and roll only a decade away... as an aside, man, do I sound like my Dad now).
And I still love her in White Christmas:
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