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Once upon a time there were three little boys called John, George and Paul, by name christined. They decided to get together because they were the getting together type. When they were together they wondered what for after all, what for? So all of a sudden they all grew guitars and fashioned a noise. Funnily enough, no one was interested, least of all the three little men. So-o-o on discovering a fourth little man called Stuart Sutcliffe running about them they said quote 'Sonny, get a bass guitar and you will be alright' and he did--but he wasn't alright because he couldn't play it. So they sat on him with comfort 'til he could play. Still, there was no beat, and a kindly old man said, quote 'Thou hast not drums!' We had no drums! they coffed. So a series of drums came and went and came.
Suddenly, in Scotland, touring with Johnny Gentle, the group (called the Beatles called) discovered they had not a very nice sound,--because they had no amplifiers. They got some. Many people ask what are Beatles? Ugh, Beatles how did the name arrive? So we will tell you. It came in a vision--a man appeared on a flaming pie and said unto them 'From this day on you are Beatles with an A.' Thank you, Mister Man, they said, thanking him.
But before we could go we had to grow a drummer, so we grew one in West Derby in a club called Some Cabash and his trouble was Pete Best. We called 'Hello Pete, come off to Germany!' 'Yes!' Zooooom. After a few months, Peter and Paul (who is called McArtrey, son of Jim McArtery, his father) lit a Kino (cinema) and the German police said, 'Bad Beatles, you must go home and light your English cinemas.' Zooooom, half a group. But even before this, the Gestapo had taken my friend little George Harrison (of Speke) away because he was only twelve and too young to vote in Germany: but after two months in England he grew eighteen, and the Gestapoes said 'you can come.' So suddenly back in Liverpool Village were many groups playing in grey suits and Jim said 'Why have you no grey suits?' 'We don't like them, Jim' we said, speaking to Jim. After playing in the clubs a bit, everyone said 'Go to Germany!' So we are. Zooooom. Stuart gone. Zoom zoom, John (of Woolton) George (of Speke) Peter and Paul zoom zoom. All of them gone.
Thank you, club members, from John and George (what are friends).

Copyright Bill Harry/Mersey Beat Ltd.