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Edgar: After seeing "Hondo", a friend of mine tried unsuccessfully for years to find a book he once read about a gunfighter who had a dog that was part wolf. He checked out every Jack Shaefer, and loads of Louis L'Amour novels, to no avail.

Hey, There's our Raggedy, folks, with a quartet of celebs. Thanks again, gal. Didn't Mitzi do the I Don't Care Girl? Sheeeze, you folks keep me working. I had to search out Louis, Fabian, and a host of other celebs.

Well, edgar, can't say that I have ever heard Fabian sing, but I will take your word for it, Texas. I did see where he married a former Miss West Virginia lady.

Just in case, folks, that Mitzi is the one, here is a brief excerpt:

Chorus 4
I don't care,
I don't care,
If my hair is not dressed swell;
I've got no kick coming -
It's vastly becoming,
And suits my face so well;
I don't care,
I don't care,
I know that style like mine
Is mighty rare.
So no one can "Phase" me,
By calling me "Crazy,"
'Cos I don't care.

So look out and gangway,
Here comes Eva Tanguay,
And I don't care.

Max Brand had two characters that travelled with wolves (half wolf, maybe, I don't recall). He did more than one book about each. My fav was Silvertip. Silvertip had a wolf named Frosty and a horse named Parade, He had a pal named Taxi and a brother that stood about seven feet tall.

The other character was "Whistling" Dan Barry. Dan was raised wild. He was almost an animal, but he had a beauty about him. He had a wolf. The first tale, he killed some people, but barely managed to get back on the right side of the law. I don't recall much about the second, but in the third he got married. He ended killing someone and along the way alienated his wife. He came to see her. She had a gun when she told him not to get any closer. He continued the wild whistling that he did and he moved forward. That is when she shot him.

I don't know if it's the stuff he spoke about, though.

Well, listeners, we have covered all of the pulp westerns but one, and that ONE is Zane Grey. I think I read Betty Zane, but can't recall.

I did find this, however, The New Riders of the Purple Sage is a group, and they may have done this one. This version by Ray Charles:

Ray Charles - No One To Cry To Lyrics
(I need someone to say I do)
No one to cry to now, no one to say goodnight
No one to tell my troubles to

I've got no one, to sigh to, no one to hold me
Tight
No one to cheer me when I'm blue

When I go home to my lonely room
And find there's no one there
And each night I think of you, so please answer this
One prayer

And you'll need someone, I said to cry to
Someone to say I do
Someone to whisper I love you

When I go home to my lonely room
And find there's no one there
And each night I think of you, so please answer this
One prayer

And you'll need someone, I said to cry to
Someone to say I do
Someone to whisper I love you

Thanks Edgar. I'll bet it was the Dan Barry character. That's one we never discussed. (My friend passed away two years ago.) We checked the Zane Grey books too, Letty. I remember reading one called "Wanderers of the Wasteland".

Well, we think about what we have read and what we have NOT, but I still don't recall having learned to read, edgar and Raggedy, and that to me is quite perplexing.

Let's move to poetry, shall we?

Emily Dickinson

A WORD is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

Talking


And then a scholar said, 'Speak of Talking.'

And he answered, saying:

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;

And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.

And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.

The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.

And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.

And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.

In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.

When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.

Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;

For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered

When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more.

Kahlil Gibran

ah, edgar, that is absolutely beautiful. I particularly like this stanze.

"And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.

In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.

When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.

Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear".

Thanks for that reminder, Texas.

Once again the muse calls, folks:

Excerpt:

Sand and Foam
by Kahlil Gibran

I AM FOREVER walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever.

Once I filled my hand with mist.
Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm.
And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird.
And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face, turned upward.
And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but mist.
But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness.

THE LONESOME DEATH OF HATTIE CARROLL

Words and Music by Bob Dylan

William Zantzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zantzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.

William Zantzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zantzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zantzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.

Great song of injustice, edgar. Was Hattie Carroll a real person? I just caught the tail end of St.Louis Blues--the life of W.C. Handy, and I am trying to figure out who the woman was that sang right before Nat Cole.

Maybe someone can help me with that, folks.

Anyway, I need to play the blues right now, and this is for Booman, wherever he is.

St.louis Blues


W.C. Handy

I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
'Cause, my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my get-away.

St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man around by her
If it wasn't for powder and store bought hair,
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis Blues
Blues as I can be
That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me

I love my baby like a school boy loves his pie
Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint'n rye
I love my man till the day I die

The Hattie Carroll song was written from a newspaper article.

Thanks, edgar. This has been a learning day, and it has always been a Labor Day. Wow! I have been searching all over the place.

This was done by The Searchers, so:
Chorus:
Rock Island Line is a mighty fine road
Rock Island Line is the road to ride
Rock Island Line is a mighty fine road
If you're gonna ride it, got to ride it like you find it
Get your ticket at the station for the Rock Island Line
I may be right, I may be wrong
Bet you'll miss me when I'm gone

Chorus

Sun goes up, sun goes down
Time to leave this lonesome town

Chorus

Walk Softly On My Heart - Bill Monroe

You say you're sorry once again dear
You want me to take you back once more
You say you need a helping hand dear
But that's what you told me once before

Walk softly on this heart of mine love
Don't treat it mean and so unkind
Let it rest in peace and quiet love
Walk softly on this heart of mine

I know you soon will find a new love
I feel your heart is turned to stone
But please let me down real easy
For loneliness moves in as you move on

Ah, edgar. Another memory, buddy. I don't know that song, but our friend in broadcasting played with his group. Let that be for our fellow country performer, Texas.

Found this song, listeners because of the wolf dog that edgar and Raggedy were discussing. I don't know who did it.

WOLFPACK

Howling the pack in formation appears
diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead
waving us back in formation,
the pack in formation

bowling they bat as a group
and the leader is seen - so early...
the pack on their backs, the fighters
through misty the waving - the pack in formation
far reaching waves
on sight, shone right
I lay as if in surround...

all enmeshing, hovering...
the milder I gaze
all the animals laying trail
beyond the bough winds
mild the reflecting electricity eyes...

tears, the life that was ours
grows sharper and stronger away and beyond
short wheeling - fresh spring
gripped with blanched bones - moaned
magnesium, proverbs and sobs...

howling the pack in formation appears
diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead
waving us back in formation,
the pack in formation...

Bob Newhart
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Born September 5, 1929
Oak Park, Illinois

Bob Newhart (born September 5, 1929 in Oak Park, Illinois) is an American stand-up comedian and actor.

Early life

He was born George Robert Newhart in Oak Park, Illinois of Irish and German extraction to George David Newhart and Julia Pauline Burns, both of whom were devout Catholics. A sister, M. Joan Newhart, is a Roman Catholic nun.

Newhart attended St. Ignatius College Prep and graduated in 1952 from Loyola University Chicago with a business degree. He was drafted in the U.S. Army, and served stateside during the Korean War until discharged in 1954.

Early career

After the war he got a job as an accountant for United States Gypsum. He later claimed that his motto, "That's close enough", shows he didn't have the temperament to be an accountant. He also claimed to have been a clerk in the unemployment office who made $60 a week but who quit upon learning weekly unemployment benefits were $55 a week and "they only had to come in to the office one day a week to collect it". In 1958 he became an advertising copywriter for Fred A. Niles, a major independent film and television producer in Chicago. It was at the company that he and a coworker would entertain each other in long telephone calls which they would record then send to a radio station as audition tapes. When his coworker ended his participation, Newhart continued the recordings alone, developing the shtick which was to serve him well for decades. In addition to his various standup bits, he incorporated that schtick into his television series at appropriate times.

Stand-up comedy albums

The auditions led to his break-through recording contract. A disk jockey at the radio station -- Dan Sorkin, who later became the announcer-sidekick on his NBC series -- introduced Newhart to the head of talent at Warner Brothers Records, which signed him only a year after the label was formed, based solely on those recordings. He expanded his material into a stand-up routine which he began to perform at nightclubs.

His 1960 comedy album, The Button Down Mind of Bob Newhart, went straight to number one on the charts, beating Elvis Presley and the cast album of The Sound of Music. Button Down Mind received the 1961 Grammy Award for Album of the Year. Newhart also won Best New Artist, and his quickly-released follow-on album, The Button-Down Mind Strikes Back, won Best Comedy Performance - Spoken Word that same year.

Subsequent comedy albums include Behind the Button-Down Mind of Bob Newhart (1961), The Button-Down Mind on TV (1962), Bob Newhart Faces Bob Newhart (1964), The Windmills Are Weakening (1965), This Is It (1967), Best of Bob Newhart (1971), and Very Funny Bob Newhart (1973).

Years later he released The Button-Down Concert (1997) and Something Like This (2001), an anthology of his 1960s Warner Bros. albums.

Television

Newhart's success in stand-up led to his own NBC variety show in 1961, The Bob Newhart Show. The show lasted only a single season, yet earned Newhart an Emmy Award nomination and a Peabody Award. The Peabody Board cited him as:

a person whose gentle satire and wry and irreverent wit waft a breath of fresh and bracing air through the stale and stuffy electronic corridors. A merry marauder, who looks less like St. George than a choirboy, Newhart has wounded, if not slain, many of the dragons that stalk our society. In a troubled and apprehensive world, Newhart has proved once again that laughter is the best medicine.
In the mid-1960s, Newhart appeared on The Dean Martin Show 24 times, and The Ed Sullivan Show eight times. He appeared in a 1963 episode of The Alfred Hitchcock Hour.

From 1972 to 1978, Newhart starred in the popular Bob Newhart Show on CBS in which he played a Chicago psychologist and husband of co-star, Suzanne Pleshette as "Emily".

Newhart guest hosted The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson a total of 87 times; he hosted Saturday Night Live twice, in 1980 and again in 1995.

In 1982, Newhart returned to primetime with a new sitcom, Newhart, on CBS, co-starring Mary Frann. When the show went off the air in 1990, it ended with a surreal scene (met by screams of laughter from the studio audience) in which Newhart wakes up in the morning on the set of his 1970s series. He realizes (in a takeoff on a plot element in the TV series Dallas a few years earlier) that the entire Newhart series was a nightmare provoked by "eating too much Japanese food before going to bed." (The final Newhart episode had him selling his country inn to Japanese investors). Recalling Mary Frann's buxom figure and her choice of clothing, Bob closes the segment and the series by telling Emily, "You should wear more sweaters!" before the typical closing notes of the old Bob Newhart Show theme play over the fadeout.

In 1992, Newhart made an attempt to come back to television with a series called Bob. But it did not develop a strong audience and went off the air two years later. In 1997, Newhart returned again with George and Leo on CBS with Judd Hirsch and Jason Bateman.

In 2001, Bob made an appearance on MAD TV (Season 6), playing a psychiatrist who yells "Stop it!" in a very memorable skit. It is widely regarded as one of the funniest bits ever on the show.


More recently he guest-starred on ER in a very rare dramatic role which earned him an Emmy Award nomination, his first in nearly twenty years. In 2005 he began a recurring role in Desperate Housewives as Morty, the on-again/off-again boyfriend of Sophie (Lesley Ann Warren), Susan Mayer's (Teri Hatcher) mother.

Persona

Newhart is known for his deadpan delivery and a slight stammer which early on he incorporated into the persona around which he built a successful career. On his TV shows, although he got his share of funny lines, often he worked in the Jack Benny tradition of being the "straight man" while the sometimes somewhat bizarre cast members surrounding him got the laughs.

Several of his funniest bits involve hearing one half of a conversation as he spoke to someone over the phone. For example, in a routine called King Kong, a rookie security guard at the Empire State Building seeks guidance as to how to deal with an ape who is "18 to 19 stories high, depending on whether we have a 13th floor or not". He assures his boss he has looked in the guards manual "under 'ape' and 'ape's toes'".

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. While we wait for our hawkman to get his pc in gear, here's a classic by a lady known as Christine Nelson.

Left is the clutch and right is the gas
And the brake pedal is just in between
Left is the clutch and right is the gas
And you stop on red and go on green.
If they would give out medals
For mixing up the pedals
I would have more than England's queen.
Every driver on the road
Looks like he'll explode
When I go on red and stop on green.

Found that one by accident, folks.

Good afternoon WA2K.

Some celebs born on September 5:

Well, I guess Boston Bob won't be able to finish, folks, but perhaps we'll hear from our Raggedy later, and then we will be able to comment.

Bob Newhart is one of my favorite comedians, however, so I am delighted to read through his bio.

I didn't realize that Diana Krall married Elvis Costello, and the choice of music was "P.S.I love you", a great Johnny Mercer song. Instead, let's hear another by the lady:

DIANA KRALL Song Lyrics

Only Trust Your Heart
(From the album "ONLY TRUST YOUR HEART")

Never trust the stars
When you're about to fall in love
Look for hidden signs before you start to sigh

Never trust the moon
When you're about to taste his kiss
He knows all the lines and he knows how to lie

Just wait for a night
When the skies are all bare and then
If you still care

Never trust your dreams
When you're about to fall in love
For you're dreams may quickly fall apart

So if you're smart
Really smart
Only trust your heart

Good advice? <smile>

Here you are Letty, from the "Where am I thread", now you don't have to hum it, you can actually sing it, I'll be listening

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Artist: Sting

Song: Windmills of Your Mind

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find