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Letty, thank you for the "Fisherman" song, I shall send it on to my son who is a Tuna Fisherman, and runs a large Tuna Farm in Port Lincoln, the fishing capital of Australia.

What synchronicity, Dutchy. I had no idea that your son was a fisherman of the tuna type. I hope he appreciates his father's wondrous consideration.

Now, for Christopher and Dana:

Can you read my mind?
Do you know what it is you do to me?
Don't know who you are
Just a friend from another star
Here I am
Like a kid at the school
Holding hands
With a god(??)
I'm a fool

Will you look at me, quivering,
Like a little girl, shivering
You can see right through me
Can you read my mind?
Can you picture the things I'm thinking of?
Wondering why you are
All the wonderful things you are
You can fly
You belong to the sky
You and I
Could belong to each other
If you need a friend
I'm the one to fly to
If you need
To be loved
Here I am
Read my mind

Will you look at me, quivering
Like a little girl, shivering
You can see right through me

If you need a friend
I'm the one to fly to
If you need
To be loved
Here I am
Read my mind

Tuna farm off Port Lincoln - South Australia

Ah, Dutchy. That is lovely, honey. What a great way to make a living, Auzzie. Feed the world and enjoy one's work. Thank you for showing us your son's place of business. <smile>

Oh, yes. I meant to tell edgar that Mickey says "Hi" and to send you this song:

Mickey Gilley

(chorus)
The girls all get prettier at closing time
They all begin to look like movie stars

The girls all get prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the falling angels of the back street bars

(verse 1)
If I could rate'em on a scale from 1 to 10
I'm lookin' for a 9 but 8 would slip right in
A few more drinks and I might slip to a 5 or even a 4
But when tomorrow morning comes, and I wake up with a number 1
I sware I'll never do it anymore

(verse 2)
Now I don't mean to criticize the girls at all
Cause I know Robert Redford even overhauls
We all picture in our minds a girl that looks just right
Ain't it funny, ain't it strange, how a man's opinion changes
When he starts to face that lonely night.

Closing time for Letty, so goodnight all.

From Letty with love

Edmund Gwenn
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Edmund Gwenn (September 26, 1875-September 6 1959) was a theatre and film actor.

Born Edmund Kellaway in the Vale of Glamorgan, Wales, Gwenn started his acting career in theatre in 1895. Playwright George Bernard Shaw was impressed with his acting, and cast him in the first production of Man and Superman, and subsequently in five more of his plays. Gwenn's career was interrupted by his military service during World War I, however after the war ended he started appearing in films in London.

Gwenn appeared in more than eighty films during his career, including the 1940 version of Pride and Prejudice. He is perhaps best remembered for his role as Kris Kringle in Miracle on 34th Street, for which he won an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor. Upon receiving his Oscar, he said "Now I know there is a Santa Claus!" He received a second nomination for his role in Mister 880 (1950). Near the end of his career he played one of the main roles in Alfred Hitchcock's The Trouble with Harry (1955). He has a small but hugely memorable role as a Cockney assassin in another Hitchcock film, Foreign Correspondent (1940)

Edmund Gwenn died from pneumonia after suffering a stroke, in Woodland Hills, California. He was cremated and his ashes are stored in the vault at the Chapel of the Pines Crematory in Los Angeles, California.

Edmund Gwenn has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 1751 Vine Street for his contribution to motion pictures.

George Raft
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

George Raft (September 26, 1895 - November 24, 1980) was an American film actor most closely identified with his portrayals of gangsters in crime melodramas of the 1930s and 1940s.

Raft was born George Ranft in Hell's Kitchen, New York City to Conrad Ranft (a German immigrant) and an Italian-American mother. He quickly adopted the "tough guy" persona that he would later use in his films.

Initially interested in dancing, as a young man he showed great aptitude, and this, combined with his elegant fashion sense, allowed him to work as a dancer in some of New York City's most fashionable nightclubs. He became part of the stage act of Texas Guinan and his success led him to Broadway where he again worked as a dancer. He worked in London as a chorus boy at some time in the early 20s.

Vi Kearney, later to be a star dancer in shows for Charles Cochran and Andre Charlot, was quoted as saying: "Oh yes, I knew him (George Raft). We were in a big show together. Sometimes, to eke out our miserable pay, we'd do a dance act after the show at a club and we'd have to walk back home because all the buses had stopped for the night by that time. He'd tell me how he was going to be a big star one day and once he said that when he'd made it how he'd make sure to arrange a Hollywood contract for me. I just laughed and said, "Come on, Georgie, stop dreaming. We're both in the chorus and you know it." (Did he arrange the contract?: "Yes. But by that time I'd decided to marry...". (Was he (Raft) ever your boyfriend?: "How many times do I have to tell you ...chorus girls don't go out with chorus boys". In the early 1930s Tallulah Bankhead nearly died following a 5-hour hysterectomy for an advanced case of gonorrhea she claimed she got from Raft. Only 70 pounds when she was able to leave the hospital, she stoically said to her doctor, "Don't think this has taught me a lesson!"

In 1929 Raft moved to Hollywood and took small roles. His success came in Scarface (1932), and Raft's convincing portrayal led to speculation that Raft himself was a gangster. He was a close friend of Bugsy Siegel and Raft encouraged the publicity that stimulated his early career, and continued to work steadily. He was also a friend of Owney Madden, who he had grown up with in Hell's Kitchen. Raft was considered one of Hollywood's most dapper and stylish dressers and he achieved a level of celebrity not entirely commensurate with the quality or popularity of his films.

He was definitely one of the three most popular gangster actors of the 1930s, along with James Cagney and Edward G. Robinson (Humphrey Bogart never matched Raft's stardom during that decade). Raft and Cagney worked together in Each Dawn I Die (1939) as fellow convicts in prison. His 1932 film Night After Night launched the movie career of Mae West. He appeared the following year in Raoul Walsh's turn of the century period piece The Bowery as Steve Brodie, the first man to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge and survive, with Wallace Beery, Jackie Cooper, Fay Wray, and Pert Kelton.

Some of his other popular films include If I Had A Million (1932), Bolero (1934; a rare starring role, with him as a dancer rather than a gangster), The Glass Key (1935) (remade in 1942 with Alan Ladd in Raft's role), Souls At Sea (1937) with Gary Cooper, two with Humphrey Bogart: Invisible Stripes (1939) and They Drive by Night (1940), each with Bogart in supporting roles, and Manpower (1941) with Edward G. Robinson and Marlene Dietrich (the memorable posters said, "Robinson - He's mad about Dietrich. Dietrich - She's mad about Raft. Raft - He's mad about the whole thing.")

His career went into a period of decline over the next decade, and Raft achieved a place in Hollywood folklore as the actor who turned down some of the best roles in screen history, most notably High Sierra (he didn't want to die at the end) and The Maltese Falcon (he didn't want to work on a remake of the pre-code version of The Maltese Falcon (1931 film)); both roles made Humphrey Bogart a major force in Hollywood in 1941. He was also reported to have turned down Bogart's role in Casablanca (1942), saying he didn't want to work with "some unknown Swedish broad."

Approached by director Billy Wilder, he refused the lead role in Double Indemnity (1944), which led to the casting of Fred MacMurray in a towering classic that would have undoubtedly revived Raft's career. His lack of judgment (probably grounded in the fact that he was more or less illiterate, which made judging scripts even more problematic than usual), combined with the public's growing distaste for his apparent gangster lifestyle effectively ended his career as a leading man.

He satirized his gangster image with a well-received performance in Some Like it Hot (1959), but this did not lead to a comeback, and in he spent the remainder of the decade making films in Europe. His final film appearances were Sextette (1978) with Mae West and The Man with Bogart's Face (1980).

Raft died from leukaemia, aged 85, in Los Angeles, California and was interred in Forest Lawn - Hollywood Hills Cemetery in Los Angeles. His corpse and that of his old co-star Mae West happened to be in the same mortuary at the same time for an eerie posthumous reunion.

In the 1991 biographical movie Bugsy, the character of George Raft was played by Joe Mantegna.

George Raft has two stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for his contributions to Motion Pictures, at 6150 Hollywood Boulevard, and for Television at 1500 Vine St.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Bob, your bio's are particularly intriguing to me, because I never quite understood T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland."

Well, folks, while we await the hawkman's usual humor, let's listen to a poem about John Chapman, written by his grandson.

Autumn

Give me the colour of autumn days, and the tang of cleaner air,
With Russet apples on bending boughs, there is nothing that can compare,
You love the gold of the harvest sheaves
and the ripple and the sigh of rustling leaves?

When limbs of trees are lifeless from fierce autumn winds and the rain,
After cold winter frosts and the ice and snow
brings the piercing chill winds in their train,
There's peace in the woods and hillside, and a lull hangs aloft in the air,
For nature has emptied her generous heart of all things consistent and fair.

In a faithful fond hope she deserves to be blessed,
for the earth is now weary and worthy of rest.
It is a small thing after all to live and serve life's urgent call
Does anyone live, who's unimpressed by being the great creator's guest?

To feel the sun and watch the rain, to revel in springtime and autumn again.
It is so small a matter given the bounty of sky and sea?
To have loved and suffered, laughed and taught,
learned and listened, helped and fought!

as Eddy Arnold sang it;

I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
In my heart I have but one desire
And that one is you no other will do

I've lost all ambition for wordly acclaim
I just want to be the one you'd love
And with your admission that you'd feel the same
I'll have reach the goal I'm dreaming of believe me
I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart

(I've lost all ambition for wordly acclaim)
I just want to be the one you'd love
(And with your admission could you'd feel the same)
I'll have reach the goal I'm dreaming of believe me
I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart

Good morning, dys. That song is quite a surprise. I recall it, but cannot remember who did it originally. How about another flame, cowboy.

Billie Holiday
» My Old Flame


Arthur Johnson / Sam Coslow

My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But it's funny now and then
How my thoughts go flashing back again
To my old flame
My old flame
My new lovers all seem so tame
For I haven't met a gent

So innocent or elegant
As my old flame

I've met so many men
With fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Som who sent me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But I'll never be the same
Untill I discover what became
Of my old flame

I've met so many men
With fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Som who sent me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame
I can't even think of his name
But I'll never be the same
Untill I discover what became
Of my old flame

Good morning one and all, do you believe in…

Big Rock Candy Mountains
Harry "Haywire Mac" McClintock

On a summer day in the month of May a burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane through the sugar cane, he was looking for his liking.
As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day, and he won't need any money

Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

There's a lake of gin we can both jump in, and the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day, and the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops, and the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks,
And your hair is never parted

Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run, to the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son, "Why don't you come to the big rock candy mountains?"
So the very next day they hiked away, the mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide, on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said "Boys, I'm not turning."
"I'm heading for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains;"
"So come with me, we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains."

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright,
The handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarete trees,
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks
And little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
And you can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin,
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks,
I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains!



Due to the nature of the lyrics, may I point out:

Smoking is Hazardous to Health:
Alcohol Abuse is Hazardous to Health:
Sugar will rot your teeth:

Good afternoon.

Mallfunctioning equipment will NOT do, Letty.

Two for the gallery - Edmund as we probably remember him best.

Well, thank goodness, folks, our Raggedy is back with a duo. Thanks, PA. Could your appearance here be a miracle on 34th street? <smile>

As for George, he always had a raft of problems with gangsters.

Well, all, I can't believe they are already beginning a count down 'til Christmas.

How about a little blue grass:

[C] Now JUST BECAUSE you think you're so pretty
JUST BECAUSE you think you're so [G7] hot
JUST BECAUSE you think you've got something
Nobody else has [C] got
You have made me spend all my money
You laugh and call me old Santa [F] Claus
I'm telling you, honey, I'm [C] through with [D7] you
Because, [G7] JUST BE-[C] CAUSE.

Now, there'll come a time you'll be lonesome
There'll come a time you'll be blue
Old Santa Claus won't be near you
To pay all them bills for you
You made me spend all my money
You laugh and call me old Santa Claus
I'm telling you, honey, I'm through with you
Because, JUST BECAUSE.

TAG:
Made me spend all my money
You laugh and call me old Santa Claus
I'm telling you, honey, I'm through with you
Because, JUST BECAUSE.

Anyone ever heard of Kimmie Rhodes? I was a wee bit surprised that I found her among the blue grass fans.

I left West Texas heaven (it was the only one I've ever known.)
I've been on the road down here driving with my blinders on.
All life was to me was like a truck stop where you want to stay.
I never even saw it when you built your dream right in my way.
No, I just passed on through it like a lonely town.



Playing in my head I heard this music like a radio
in another town somebody turned on somewhere down the road.
Everywhere I turned I tuned in something that you had to say.
Your signal never cleared I guess it matters that you're so far away.
So, I just passed on through like a lonely town.



I left West Texas heaven. No, I guess I'm never going back that way.
Did your love get lost,Babe,or did your love just get misplaced?
Everywhere I go the ghost of you just follows me.
Everywhere I go I hear you whisper down my empty streets.
Everywhere I go looks like a lonely town.

Words & Music: Kimmie Rhodes

Mary's Theme
Buffy Sainte-Marie

(from the play "She's in Bitterness, by H. Peter Gezork)

Yonder I see a star
Oh how bright it's burning
Joseph my time is come
The son of God is yearning
To come to come

Ask the man for some room to spare
And a candle dimly burning
Joseph my time id come
The son of God is yearning
To come to come

Pain of birth is surely great
And yet my fate's been told me
Do I see and angel bright
Descending to behold me
He comes he comes he comes

Lovely annunciation, edgar. Surprised that you aren't familiar with Kimmie Rhodes.

Well, folks. Let's do a little AC/DC

Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know I'm...]
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's Eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild

CHORUS:
'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
(Well) I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black

Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
Yes, I'm in a bang
With a gang
They've got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I'm back on the track
And I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way

CHORUS

Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black

hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah
Back in now
Well I'm back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back
Back in black

Little Man in Chinatown
Jim Lowe

There once was a little man in Chinatwon
He was a little man indeed
One day this little man in Chinatown
He was a little man indeed

In case you wonder what the story is
Here it is here it is here it is

So this little man in Chinatown
He was a little man indeed
Well this little man in Chinatown
He was a little man indeed

In case you wonder what the story is
Here it is here it is here it is

He was a little man indeed