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A teacher was reviewing her class's homework assignment. She
asked Susie to stand up and tell the class what part of the human
body enlarges to seven times its original size when stimulated.
Susie stood up, shuffled her feet and said, "Well, I think I
know, but I'm too embarrassed to tell you."
The teacher said, "Sit down, Susie. Johnny, tell the class what
part of the human body enlarges to seven times its size when stimulated."
Johnny said, "That's easy. The pupil of the eye enlarges to seven
times its original size when stimulated by light."
The teacher said, "That's right, Johnny."
Then she turned to Susie and said, "Susie, first of all, you
didn't do your homework. Second, you have a dirty mind. And
third, when you get married, you're in for a big disappointment."

Big laugh for our Bob. That is one great story, hawkman. "Wake up little Suzie" Thanks once again for the great bio's, Boston.

I read carefully through Peter O Toole's background, and was amazed at some of the little know facts. Lawrence of Arabia was one of my all time favorite movies, and O Toole was outstanding, I think.

More synchronicity, listeners, as we read a poem about Joan of Arc by Leonard Cohen. I had no idea that O Toole did an Emmy winning mini-series of that Maid of Orleans.

I would like to call attention to our navigator's original song. I am so hoping that he will come back with another.

Tapping on mike and sending out waves to navigator.

Good afternoon, the sun is still shinning but I felt a…

TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART
(Bonnie Tyler )

Turnaround, every now and then I get a
little bit lonely and you're never coming around
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit restless and I dream of something wild
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
Cause we'll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight

Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart

Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround, every now and then I know
you'll never be the boy you always you wanted to be
Turnaround, every now and then I know
you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am
Turnaround, every now and then I know
there's no one in the universe as magical and wonderous as you
Turnaround, every now and then I know
there's nothing any better and there's nothing I just wouldn't do
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
Cause we'll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight

Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart

Well, there's our Try, listeners. Ah, very neat entry, buddy. That does remind me somewhat of Carly Simon's " You're so Vain." You know, foks, "flew your lear jet up to Nova Scotia to see the total eclipse of the sun...." ; however, I think we'll do something a bit different from loom's fruit. <smile>

This begins so sadly and ends with such wit:


Daddy wears his tee shirt in the cold Kentucky rain
While a boy in pure white briefs looks out
The foggy window pane
And even though his hamster died
He finds comfort, this I swear

'Cause you can't over love your underwear
'Cause comfort ain't just found in teddy bears
There are no labels hanging anywhere
No you can never over love, over love your underwear.

The man who sings that, incidentally, has one fantastic voice.

Talking of a…

Small town
John Anderson Lyrics


You can talk about the weather
Or the mayor's sister
You can talk about small talk
You can walk the city limits
In a matter of minutes
Talk about taking a walk
You can count the stars in the clear night sky
Or sit back and listen while the train rolls by
Hey it's a small town
They roll the sidewalks up
Come around sundown
Hey it's a small town
The place where we grew up
And still hang around
That rich young widow
Keeps talkin' to the preacher
Lord help their souls be saved
And Mr. Johnson's daughter
Flew in from Nevada
When they put him in his grave
Tommy took a summer job in Pontiac
He's still writing letters but he's not coming back
Hey it's a small town
They roll the sidewalks up
Come around sundown
Hey it's a small town
The place where we grew up
And still hang around
Hey it's a small town
They roll the sidewalks up
Come around sundown
Hey it's a small town
The place where we grew up
And still hang around
I'm easy to be found
Hey it's a small town.

Well, Try, it's a small town with a
Small Hotel

There's a small hotel
With a wishing well
I wish that we were there together
There's a bridal suite
One room bright and neat
Complete for us to share together

Looking through the window
You can see that distant steeple
Not a sign of people -- who wants people?
When the steeple bell says,
"Good night, sleep well,"
We'll thank the small hotel together

And when the steeple bell says,
"Good night, sleep well,"
We'll thank the small hotel together

Last Year's Man
The rain falls down on last year's man,
that's a jew's harp on the table,
that's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
far past the stems of thumbtacks
that still throw shadows on the wood.
And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
oh one by one she had to tell them
that her name was Joan of Arc.
I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while;
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
for treating me so well.
And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight;
all these wounded boys you lie beside,
goodnight, my friends, goodnight.

I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived;
Bethlehem the bridegroom,
Babylon the bride.
Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
and Bethlehem inflamed us both
like the shy one at some orgy.
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
that I had to draw aside to see
the serpent eat its tail.

Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain
so I hang upon my altar
and I hoist my axe again.
And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
when Jesus was the honeymoon
and Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin
that the wilderness is gathering
all its children back again.

The rain falls down on last year's man,
an hour has gone by
and he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
the lovers will rise up
and the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.


L Cohen

Wow! edgar. Leonard Cohen was really a mystic composer, no? "last year's man". What a great way to say....

Yesterday When I Was Young
(From the album "DUSTY IN LONDON")


Spoken : Somehow, it seems the love I knew was always the most destructive kind

Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet
As rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze
May tease the candle flame

The thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how the time ran away

Yesterday when I was young
So many lovely songs were waiting to be sung
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation that I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all

The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died
The friends I made all somehow seemed to slip away
And only now I'm left alone to end the play, yeah

Oh, yesterday when I was young
So many, many songs were waiting to be sung
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my eyes refused to see
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
When I was young

And I like bubbly simple music too.

I Like Your Kind Of Love
Andy Williams w/ Peggy Powers

[Words and Music by Melvin Endsley]

Oh, honey babe, oh, honey babe
Oh, honey babe, I like your kind of love
(That's good, baby, that's good)

Honey babe, I like the way that you walk by
I like the way you swing your eye
I like your kind of love
(That's good, baby, that's good)

Every night I like the way you beg for more
And linger there outside the door
I like your kind of love
(That's good, baby, that's good)

Well, well, well-ll-ll ain't it swell
Can't reveal-l-l how I feel
And no one else could ever thrill me like you do
You make my every dream come true
I like your kind of love
(That's good, baby, that's good)

Oh, honey babe, ooooh, honey babe
Mmmmm, honey babe
I like your kind of love
(That's good, baby, that's good)

Honey, baby, I like the way you wear your clothes
My love for you just grows and grows
I like your kind of love
Honey, you know I do

When you're near you don't know what you do to me
And that's the way it oughta be
I like your kind of love
Honey, you know I do

Don't you know-o-o that I love you so
Can't you see-e-e that you're for me
Honey babe, I like the way you hold my hand
To make me know you understand
I like your kind of love
Honey, you know I do
Oh, honey babe, ooooh, honey babe
Mmmmm, honey babe
I like your kind of love
(That's good, baby, that's good)
Honey babe, I like your kind of love

edgar, I think all of us here, like all kinds of music. I know that we have had a variety of music and bio's along with discussions that make our virtual radio very much a part of the world.


So, folks. edgar wants bubbles? Let's hear an effervescent song, then.



Hey look me over
Lend me an ear
Fresh out of clover
Mortgage up to here
But don't pass the plate folks
Don't pass the cup
I figure whenever you're down and out
The only way is up

And I'll be up like a rose bud
High on the vine
Don't thumb your nose
But take a tip from mine
I'm a little bit short of the elbow room
But let me get me some
And look out world
Here I come

Yes, hey look me over
Lend me an ear
Fresh out of clover
Mortgage up to here
But don't pass the plate folks
Don't pass the cup
I figure whenever you're down and out
The only way is up

And I'll be up like a rose bud
High on the vine
Don't thumb your nose
But take a tip from mine
I'm a little bit short of the elbow room
But let me get me some
And look out - world
Here - I - come..

.

Paul Brandt Lyrics -
Small Towns And Big Dreams

I grew up in a small town
Wheat fields for a downtown kind of place
There was really not much around
You blink and you miss it

I never knew what life would bring
But I always had big dreams
I love to play my guitar and sing
And every night I'd wish that

I'd get a shot on the Opry stage
Have people come and see me play
Blastin' out on the radio waves
Enough to make my mama cry

Cause that's where I come from
That's who I am
Hard workin' and God Blessed
Yes sir thank-you ma'am
The best things around that I have ever seen
Came from small towns and big dreams

Small town went and grew up
But I never changed much by God's grace
Friends and family kept in touch
When I moved to Tennessee

I sing my songs and travel 'round
I met a girl and we're settlin' down
We want to find a small town
Where we can raise a family

Cause that's where I come from
That's who I am
Hard workin' and God Blessed
Yes sir thank-you ma'am
The best things around that I have ever seen
Came from small towns and big dreams

Been around the world don't matter anywhere I go
Small town stars to city lights
I find my kind of folks
It's about you and who you are
It's all a state of mind
And as I'm giving you my heart
I hope you find

That's where I come from
That's who I am
Hard workin' and God Blessed
Yes sir thank-you ma'am
The best things around that I have ever seen
Just look around you'll see what I mean
The best things around that I have ever seen
Came from small towns and big dreams
That's where I come from
Small towns
That's who I am
And big dreams
That's where I come from
Small towns
That's who I am
And big Dreams

Try, your "small and big" leads perfectly into this little female item.

You know what women of today want more than a diamond? Ready for this, folks?

A plasma TV!

Down in the meadow in a little bitty pool
Swam three little fishies and a mama fishie too
"Swim" said the mama fishie, "Swim if you can"
And they swam and they swam all over the dam
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
And they swam and they swam all over the dam

"Stop" said the mama fishie, "or you will get lost"
The three little fishies didn't wanna be bossed
The three little fishies went off on a spree
And they swam and they swam right out to the sea
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
And they swam and they swam right out to the sea

"Whee!" yelled the little fishies, "Here's a lot of fun
We'll swim in the sea till the day is done"
They swam and they swam, and it was a lark
Till all of a sudden they saw a shark!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Till all of a sudden they saw a shark!

"Help!" cried the little fishies, "Gee! look at all the whales!"
And quick as they could, they turned on their tails
And back to the pool in the meadow they swam
And they swam and they swam back over the dam
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
And they swam and they swam back over the dam.

Good morning, WA2K radio listeners and contributors. Still dark and dusky here in my little studio.

Hey, dys. Thanks for the fish song. Use to sing that to my daughter and she could hum it before she could talk. Nice memory, cowboy.

In memory of Dudley:

Artist: Lyrics
Song: Little Fish In A Big Pond Lyrics


A little fish in a big pond has plenty of room to swim
But swimming around are big fish all ready to pounce on him

Back to his little pond he starts to roam
The little fish spreads his fins and begins to swim back home

That's me, a little fish in a big pond, all wrong
That's me, a little fish where a little fish don't belong

A little man in a big town gets butterflies in his dome
I'm ready to spread my fin and begin to swim back home
To the little pond where a little fish and a little man belong


A little fish in a big pond has gotta have lots of heart
For swimming around are big fish, but if he's the least bit smart

Back to his little pond he doesn't go
The little fish spreads his fins and begins to grow, grow, grow

That's you, a little fish in a big pond, all right
Me too, a little fish, but we gotta stand up and fight

A little man in a big town don't have to get out and roam
Stop taking it on the chin and begin to feel at home
In the bigger pond where the bigger fish and the bigger men belong

Ernie Pyle
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Ernest Taylor Pyle, better known as Ernie Pyle (August 3, 1900 - April 18, 1945) was an American journalist, who wrote as a roving correspondent for the Scripps Howard newspaper chain from 1935 until his death in 1945. His articles, about the out-of-the-way places he visited and the people who lived there, were told in a folksy style much like a personal letter to a friend, which won him a loyal following in as many as 200 newspapers.

He was born on a tenant farm near Dana, Indiana and wrote briefly for local newspapers before moving to Washington, D.C.. He became the country's first aviation columnist and later was managing editor of the Washington Daily News before taking on the national column.

In the mid- to late-1930s, Pyle wandered around the country in his car, writing columns about the unusual places and people he met in his ramblings. Select columns were later compiled and published in Home Country.

With the entry of the U.S. into World War II, Pyle became a war correspondent, applying his intimate style to the war. Instead of the movements of armies or the activities of generals, Pyle generally wrote from the perspective of the common soldier, an approach that won him not only further popularity but also the Pulitzer Prize in 1944. His wartime writings are preserved in three books, Brave Men, Here is Your War, and Ernie Pyle in England.

While Ernie Pyle was in Africa, he became a cabin-mate with Life reporter, Will Lang Jr.

In that year, he wrote a column urging that soldiers in combat get "fight pay" just as airmen were paid "flight pay". Congress passed a law giving soldiers 50 percent extra pay for combat service. The legislation was called "the Ernie Pyle bill."

He reported from the United States, Europe, Africa, and the Pacific. On April 18, 1945 Pyle died on Ie Shima, an island off Okinawa Honto, as the result of machine gun fire from an enemy sniper position.[1]

Pyle's legacy is preserved at Indiana University, where he began his journalism training. The School of Journalism is housed in "Ernie Pyle Hall," and scholarships, established soon after his death, are still given to students who have ability in journalism, the promise of future success in the profession, and a military service record. A major initial contribution to the scholarships came from the proceeds of the world premiere of the film, The Story of G.I. Joe, which starred Burgess Meredith as Pyle.

His last home in Albuquerque, New Mexico was made into a branch of the Albuquerque/Bernalillo County Library System, named in honor of its famous occupant.

Pyle is buried at the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific at Punchbowl on the island of Oahu, Hawaii.

Leon Uris
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Leon Uris (August 3, 1924 - June 21, 2003) was an American novelist, known for the amount of research that went into his novels.

Life

Leon Uris was born in Baltimore, Maryland, the son of Jewish-American parents Wolf William and Anna (Blumberg) Uris. His father, a Polish-born immigrant, was a paperhanger and then later a storekeeper. William spent a year in Palestine after World War I before entering the United States. He derived his surname from Yerushalmi, meaning man of Jerusalem. "He was basically a failure", Uris said later of his father. "He went from failure to failure."

Uris attended schools in Norfolk, Virginia, and Baltimore but never graduated from high school, having failed English three times. At the age of seventeen Uris joined the United States Marine Corps. He served in the South Pacific as a radioman at Guadalcanal, Tarawa, and New Zealand from 1942 to 1945. While recuperating from malaria in San Francisco, he met Betty Beck, a Marine sergeant. They married in 1945.

In 1950, Esquire magazine bought an article from him and this encouraged him to work on a novel. The result was the best seller Battle Cry, graphically showing the toughness and courage of U.S. Marines in the Pacific and The Angry Hills, a novel set in war-time Greece. As a screen writer and a newspaper correspondent, he became intensely interested in Israel which led to his best-known work, Exodus, which is about the founding of the state of Israel.

Later works include Mila 18, a story of the Warsaw ghetto uprising, Armageddon: A Novel of Berlin, which reveals the detailed work by British and American intelligence services in planning for the occupation and pacification of post WWII Germany, Trinity, an epic novel about Ireland's struggle for independence, QB VII, a chilling novel about the role of a Polish doctor in a German concentration camp, and The Haj, with insights into the history of the Middle East and the secret machinations of foreigners which have led to today's turmoil.

He also wrote the screenplays for Battle Cry and Gunfight at the O.K. Corral.

Trivia

Curiously in some of his books a likeable character is associated with the number 359195: for example, Danny Forrester's (Battle Cry) and Clinton Loveless's (Armageddon) service numbers and Dov Landau's (Exodus) registration number in Auschwitz.

Gordon Scott
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Gordon Scott was an American actor best known for his portrayal of Tarzan in five films (and one compilation of three made-as-a-pilot television episodes) from 1955 to 1960.

Born Gordon M. Werschkul on August 3, 1927 in Portland, Oregon, Gordon Scott was raised in Oregon and attended the University of Oregon for one year. Upon leaving school he went into the United States Army and was honorably discharged in 1947. He then worked at a variety of jobs until 1953, when he was spotted by a talent agent while working as a lifeguard at the Las Vegas Sahara Hotel. Due in part to his muscular frame and 6'3" height, he was quickly signed to replace Lex Barker as Tarzan. Source, Brian's Drive-In Theater He was also a friend of Hercules star Steve Reeves, and collaborated with him as Remus to Steve's Romulus in Duel of the Titans.

Scott also played Hercules in a couple low-budget productions during the mid-1960s. His final film appearance was in The Tramplers, filmed in 1966, released in the U. S. in 1968. For the past decade and a half he has been a popular guest at film conventions and autograph shows.