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By: Paul S Cilwa |
Posted: 8/17/2026 |
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| Hashtags: #Music #1940s #USO #BigBand |
| Our answer to Glenn Miller's biggest hit. |
| Estimated reading time: 4 minute(s) (872 words) |
Adele Montoya was born in 1920 in Bisbee, Arizona, the child of a copper-mine assayer, and sang in
the church choir from the time she could stand on the pew without falling off. She auditioned for
the band in a rehearsal hall in Tucson in 1942 and was hired on the spot as a soprano our manager
swore "could carry a note clean over the Chiricahuas." By 1944, at twenty-four, she'd become the
voice most requested for anything that needed both lightness and tenderness, and "Keep Your Kisses in Your Pocket"
was written with that voice specifically in mind. What almost none of the boys in uniform ever
learned—and what the band, to its everlasting credit, never once let slip in four years of
one-night stands and shared train cars—is that Adele was, off the bandstand and on her draft
card both, one Antonio Montoya. He held the illusion so completely, and for so long, that even the
musicians who knew tended to forget by the second set. If only the boys in the audience had known!
But they never did. When the war ended, Antonio traded the bandstand for a different kind of service,
enlisting and rising to corporal, and by 1951 he was a clerk with a Mobile Army Surgical Hospital
unit in Korea, filing paperwork instead of filling ballrooms. He died in Tucson in 1998 at
seventy-eight, survived by two nieces who still, to this day, insist their favorite aunt "sang like
an angel and kept her own counsel."
On this track she's paired with her roommate, Richard Perkins, born in 1918 in Toledo, Ohio, who
joined the band the same year Adele did after a stint singing on a Toledo radio hour during which his mother
was often the only listener. He and Adele shared a cramped railcar compartment on every leg of the tour, a
domestic arrangement the press found endlessly printable, running items about the couple's
"whirlwind romance" in three separate papers—none of which, of course, would have been
possible in 1944. 😉 After the war, Perkins built a long, comfortable career recording
commercial jingles and doing radio and television voiceover work, his tenor selling everything
from breakfast cereal to used cars well into the 1970s. He died in 1993, of AIDS-related
complications, at the age of seventy-five.
Keep Your Kisses in Your Pocket
The Paul S Cilwa Project featuring Adele Montoya, with the band
Paul S Cilwa
Keep your kisses in your pocket,
Save 'em up till I get back—
Keep your kisses in your pocket,
'Cause I'm coming down the track!
Don't you go and get too friendly
With a smile you barely know—
We've seen how boys get carried off
By a wink and a radio show.
So keep your heart on ration, dear,
And mind that charming grin…
'Cause when you march back home again,
We'll pick up where we've been.
Now listen, doll, we're doing fine,
Though the nights get mighty long—
We think of you on every march
And hum your favorite song.
So don't you dance too close tonight,
Don't sway with someone new—
'Cause every step we take out here
Is a step back home to you.
[Chorus]
Keep your kisses in your pocket,
Don't you spend 'em on the town.
Keep your kisses in your pocket,
Till the troop train brings us down.
We'll trade the world for one embrace
When victory's finally won—
Keep your kisses in your pocket,
Save 'em till the war is done.
We're sewing flags and writing notes,
And waiting by the phone—
We brag about our soldier boys
Like they're the best we've ever known.
So don't you let some canteen queen
Come strolling into view—
We've got our eyes on every mile
That leads right back to you.
We're keeping clean, we're keeping sharp,
We're keeping spirits high—
We talk about your Sunday dress
And that twinkle in your eye.
So don't you let a jitterbug
Come stealing all your time—
We'll be home soon to claim those hugs
That you've been saving in your mind.
We'll wait for you, our brave G.I.s…
We'll hurry home, no alibis…
We'll hold our hearts till you return…
And keep the fires of love that burn…
Till every dream we planned before
Comes marching through the door!
[Chorus]
Keep your kisses in your pocket,
Let 'em sparkle, let 'em shine.
Keep your kisses in your pocket,
Till we're standing in a line.
We'll cash 'em in for dancing nights
And mornings warm and bright—
Keep your kisses in your pocket,
Till we're holding you tonight.
Keep your kisses…
In your pocket…
Till we're home…
And everything's all right.