From a new series, Kevin Whitehead reviews a pair of '60s LPs from the distinctive trumpeter: Writing about Clark Terry in the past, I've grumbled that this great and distinctive trumpeter had long been stereotyped as a pixie-ish jazz jester. There's more range and deep blues feeling to his sound than that. It wasn't all sweetness when he was growing up poor in St. Louis, touring in the Deep South before WWII or breaking the color line with TV orchestras in 1960. He talks about all that in his recent autobiography Clark, one of those jazz books brimming with good stories. Still, he did make a record called The Happy Horns of Clark Terry, one on which his dexterity and high spirits ran together — even at low volume.