WA2K Radio is now on the air

hamburger, my husband told me that the reason Oscar didn't continue singing is because he sounded too much like Nat Cole.

Well, it looks as though Luther is pickin' a banjo. Love it, Canada.

I had no idea that Diana Krall was a Canuck. What a beautiful voice. I really like her because I like the oldies that she sings.

Here is one:

Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
The weather's cool, the folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
P.S. I love you

Yesterday we had some rain
But, all in all, I can't complain
Was it dusty on the train?
P.S. I love you

Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able
They came around to call
I burned a hole in the dining room table
Let me see, I think that's all

Nothing more for me to say
And so I'll close but, by the way
Everybody's thinking of you
P.S. I love you.

Bette Midler did it also and Johnny Mercer wrote it.

Slow Poke
Pee Wee King

[Words and Music by Pee Wee King, Redd Stewart, and Chilton Price]

You keep me waitin' till it's gettin' aggravatin'
You're a slow poke
I wait and worry but you never seem to hurry
You're a slow poke
Time means nothin' to you
I wait and then
You're late again, eight o'clock
Nine o'clock, quarter to ten

Why should I linger every time you snap your finger
Little slow poke
Why can't you hasten when you see the time's a-wastin'
You're a slow poke, dear
Why should I keep tryin' to change you
It's not the thing to do
I guess I'll have to learn to be a slow poke to

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

You keep me waitin' till it's gettin' aggravatin'
You're a slow poke
I wait and worry but you never seem to hurry
You're a slow poke
Time means nothin' to you
I wait and then
You're late again, eight o'clock
Nine o'clock, quarter to ten

Why should I linger every time you snap your finger
Little slow poke
Why can't you hasten when you see the time's a-wastin'
You're a slow poke, dear
Why should I keep tryin' to change you
It's not the thing to do
I guess I'll have to learn to be a slow poke to

Great, edgar. My mom used to say, "slow as molasses in winter time."

Here's one by Lou Rawls. Our saxaphone player always dug his music:

Oh, he's got a fine brown frame
I wonder what could be his name
He looks good to me, and all I can see
Is his fine brown frame

How long have you been around
Mister when did you hit this big town
I wanna scream 'cos I've never seen
Such a fine brown frame

All that I have is a broken down chair
But I would gladly make him king on my throne
Don't be a square, why don't you come over here
Together we would really be gone

Woh-ooh! he's got a fine brown frame
I wonder what could be his name
He is solid with me, and all I can see
Is his fine brown frame

Be be be be beep

He's got such a fine brown frame
I wonder what could be his name
He looks good to me, and all I can see
Is his fine brown frame

How long have you been around
Mister when did you hit this big town
I wanna scream, aahhhh, 'cos I've never seen
Such a fine brown frame

All that I have is a broken down chair
But I would gladly make him king on my throne
Don't be a square, why don't you come over here
Together we would really be gone

Ooohh, he's such a fine brown frame
Honey won't you tell me your name
He is solid with me and all I can see
Is his fine brown frame

a couple of tunes by pink floyd co-founder syd barrett, a nutter of the very finest degree

Bike
Barrett

I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a cloak it's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.


Jugband Blues
Barrett

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not here.
And I never knew the moon could be so big
And I never knew the moon could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.

I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.

And the sea isn't green
And I love the Queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.

Jerry Lee Lewis meets ZZ Top. This is the lead off song on Jerry's new album, Last Man Standing:

Rock And Roll

It's been a long time since I Rock and Rolled,
It's been a long time since I did the Stroll.
Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back,
Let me get it back, baby, where I come from.
It's been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.
Yes it has.

It's been a long time since the book of love,
I can't count the tears of a life with no love.
Carry me back, carry me back,
Carry me back, baby, where I come from.
It's been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.

Seems so long since we walked in the moonlight,
Making vows that just can't work right.
Open your arms, opens your arms,
Open your arms, baby, let my love come running in.
It's been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.

some very early, post barrett pink floyd

The Gold it's in The...
Pink Floyd

Come on, my friends,
Let's make for the hills.
They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills.
You can get your hands on whatever we find,
Because I'm only coming along for the ride.

Well, you go your way,
I'll go mine.
I don't care if we get there on time.
Everybody's searching for something, they say.
I'll get my kicks on the way.
Over the mountains, across the seas
Who knows what will be waiting for me?
I could sail forever to strange sounding names.
Faces of people and places don't change.

All I have to do is just close my eyes
To see the seagulls wheeling on those far distant skies.
All I want to tell you, all I want to say
Is count me in on the journey.
Don't expect me to stay.


Wots...uh the Deal
Pink Floyd

Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in

Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time

To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Flash the readies
Wot's...uh the deal?
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.

Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your own

So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again

Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout "Come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old


Free Four
Pink Floyd

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.

Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.

So all aboard for the American tour,
And maybe you'll make it to the top.
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off.

You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son.
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.

And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.

i think you'll find it's jerry lee meets led zeppelin

Thanks, edgar and dj. I'm just happy that Christmas didn't steal the grinch.

My goodnight song:

BELINDA CARLISLE » Christmas Lullaby

It's Christmas time,
It's Christmas time,
Peace on earth, this starry night.
I will sing my gift to you,
A Christmas lullaby.

I hold you close to me
under twinkling lights.
Rock you softly as
the day turns into night.
The angels are listening...

It's Christmas time
It's Christmas time
Peace on earth, this starry night.
I will sing my gift to you,
A Christmas lullaby.

The wind blows gently
whispering your name.
Somewhere bells are ringing,
it seems so far away.
The angels are listening...

It's Christmas time
It's Christmas time
Peace on earth, this starry night.
I will sing my gift to you,
A Christmas lullaby.

I hold you close to me
near the candlelight.
You are sleeping
in my arms tonight.

It's Christmas time
It's Christmas time
Peace on earth, this starry night.
I will sing my gift to you,
A Christmas lullaby.

Its Christmas time
Its Christmas time
Peace on earth, this starry night.
I will sing my gift to you,
A Christmas lullaby.
A Christmas lullaby.
A Christmas lullaby.

To you all and......

From Letty with love.

Donde Esta Santa Claus
Augie Rios

Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus?
Donde esta Santa Claus?
And the toys that he will leave.
Mamacita, oh, where is Santa Claus?
I look for him because it's a Christmas Eve.

I know that I should be sleeping,
But maybe he's not far away,
Out of the window I'm peeping,
Hoping to see him in his sleigh.

I hope he won't forget to clack his castinet,
And to his reindeer, say,
"Oh Pancho, Oh! Vixen, Oh! Pedro, Oh! Blitzen,"
Ole! Ole! Ole! cha cha cha.

Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus?
Oh! Where is Santa Claus?
It's Christmas Eve.

Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus?
I look for him because it's Christmas Eve.

I know that I should be sleeping,
But maybe he's not far away,
Out of the window I'm peeping,
Hoping to see him in sleigh.

I hope he won't forget to crack his castinet,
And to his reindeer, say,
"Oh Pancho, Oh! Vixen, Oh! Pedro, Oh! Blitzen,"
Ole! Ole! Ole! cha cha cha.

Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus?
Oh! Where is Santa Claus?
It's Christmas Eve.

It's Christmas Eve.
It's Christmas Eve.
It's Christmas Eve.
Alright, Mamacita. I'll go to sleep now.
It's Christmas Eve......

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

edgar, that was a sad song, Texas. I do wish that we could down play the opulence of gift giving for the sake of indigent children.

For some reason, I woke up thinking of Yeats:

We sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, 'A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones
Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;
For to articulate sweet sounds together
Is to work harder than all these, and yet
Be thought an idler by the noisy set
Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen
The martyrs call the world.'

. . . . . . . . . And thereupon
That beautiful mild woman for whose sake
There's many a one shall find out all heartache
On finding that her voice is sweet and low
Replied, 'To be born woman is to know-
Although they do not talk of it at school-
That we must labour to be beautiful.'


I said, 'It's certain there is no fine thing
Since Adam's fall but needs much labouring.
There have been lovers who thought love should be
So much compounded of high courtesy
That they would sigh and quote with learned looks
Precedents out of beautiful old books;
Yet now it seems an idle trade enough.'


We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.


I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.

Ms. Letty, your comment about Edgar's song reminded me of this one: (for any purists in the audience, the last 2 verses were added later)

'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gain'd,
To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right.

'Tis the gift to be loved and that love to return,
'Tis the gift to be taught and a richer gift to learn,
And when we expect of o-thers what we try to live each day,
Then we'll all live together and we'll all learn to say,
(refrain)

'Tis the gift to have friends and a true friend to be,
'Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of "me",
And when we hear what others really think and really feel,
Then we'll all live together with a love that is real.

Ah, Mr. Turtle. Welcome back and what a profound addition, M.D.

This also brings us to think on Lowell, and Sir Launfal's vision:

"The leper raised not the gold from the dust:
Better to me the poor man's crust,
Better the blessing of the poor,
Though I turn me empty from his door;
That is no true alms which the hand can hold;
He gives nothing but worthless gold
Who gives from a sense of duty;
But he who gives a slender mite,
And gives to that which is out of sight,
That thread of the all-sustaining Beauty
Which runs through all and doth all unite,--
The hand cannot clasp the whole of his alms,
The heart outstretches its eager palms,
For a god goes with it and makes it store
To the soul that was starving in darkness before."

Flipped into the wind
Like the ashes of her cigarette
He got scattered thrown on the breeze
As he tried to forget
He lost all his heat
And his heart never will be the same
He got lighter than air
But he'll only come down in the rain

Strung out and hung out to dry
Laughin' under the line
It's not such a dignified place
But he really don't mind
He says with his feet on the ground
He'd have nothin' to say
Claims he likes it up there
And he'll only come down in the rain


Comin' down in the rain
Washin' outta the sky
Loaded down with the pain
There just ain't no way to fly
You can read him as clear
As the wall where he once wrote his name
It was right next to hers
But it'll only come down in the rain

Burnin' himself out on a limb
Like a leaf in the fall
He blazed for awhile
Now he's feelin' all dried up and small
The colours all gone
Disappeared, near as quick as it came
He says he can't stay up
But, he'll only come down in the rain


You can read him as clear as the wall
Where he once wrote his name
It was right next to hers
But he'll only come down in the rain

I think perhaps, dys, that as Christmas approaches we turn our thoughts inside to once again see what is truly valuable. The lyrics to your song are lovely, cowboy. Thank you.

Romeo addressing the apothecary:

ROMEO
There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

To me, it is at this point that Romeo truly becomes a man.

Irene Dunne
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia



Born December 20, 1898
Louisville, Kentucky
Died September 4, 1990
Los Angeles, California

Irene Dunne (née Irene Marie Dunn, December 20, 1898 - September 4, 1990) was an American film actress and singer of the 1930s and 1940s.





Early life

Dunne was born in Louisville, Kentucky, the daughter of a steamboat inspector. After her father's death in 1909, she moved to her mother's hometown of Madison, Indiana with her mother and younger brother, Charles. Nicknamed "Dunnie," she took piano and voice lessons, sang in local churches and high school plays before her graduation in 1916. In her Madison senior yearbook, her activities are listed as "Girls Chorus, Class Play Committee and Senior Commissioner." Along with her nickname, it is written that she was "divinely tall and most divinely fair," as well as her "byword" being "Oh, that's swell." Her aspirations were "Dramatics." [citation needed]


Film career

She was first discovered in 1928, and was signed to play the role of Magnolia Hawks in the first national touring company of Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein II's classic musical play Show Boat. Her success in that role led to her film career, and to her re-creation of the role in what is considered the classic film version of Show Boat - the 1936 version.

She is now best remembered for her Magnolia in Show Boat, her madcap performances in The Awful Truth and My Favorite Wife, her Anna in the 1946 Anna and the King of Siam, and as Martha Hanson in George Stevens' 1948 I Remember Mama. In addition, she introduced the song "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" to filmgoers in the 1935 Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers film version of the musical Roberta, playing a glamorous White Russian princess. In 1939, she played opposite Charles Boyer in Love Affair, which would be remade years later as An Affair to Remember. All of these films were box office and critical successes.

She retired from the screen in 1952, after the disastrous critical and box office reception of It Grows on Trees, a would-be comedy about a couple who discovers that money does grow on trees - at least in their back yard, and after the box-office failure of The Mudlark, a 1950 made-in-England film in which Dunne was nearly unrecognizable under heavy makeup as Queen Victoria. The Mudlark, however, is highly thought of by some critics, especially for the performance of Alec Guinness as Disraeli.

Dunne received five Academy Award Best Actress nominations in her career; three in the 1930s and two more in the 40s.


Later life

In 1957, Dunne was appointed one of five alternate U.S. delegates to the United Nations by Dwight David Eisenhower. This was done in recognition of her charitable works and interest in conservative Catholic and Republican political causes.

She was married to Dr. Francis Dennis Griffin from July 16, 1928 until his death on October 15, 1965. They had one daughter, Mary Frances (née Anna Mary Bush), who was adopted in 1938 at the age of four from the New York Foundling Hospital.[1]

Dunne died of cardiac arrest at her Holmby Hills home in Los Angeles, California and is entombed in the Calvary Cemetery in East Los Angeles, California.

She has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6440 Hollywood Blvd.


Films remade

Many of Dunne's films have been remade, some more than once, and modern audiences are at times more familiar with the newer versions than with Dunne's. Show Boat and Roberta, for example, were remade in 1951 and 1952 respectively, with Kathryn Grayson taking Dunne's role in both films; My Favorite Wife was remade as Move Over, Darling with Doris Day, Back Street was remade twice, once with Margaret Sullavan and then with Susan Hayward. Similarly, Love Affair became An Affair to Remember (with Deborah Kerr in Dunne's role) and then Love Affair with Annette Bening in Dunne's role; Anna and the King of Siam became the musical The King and I with Deborah Kerr again in a role first identified on film with Dunne, while Jodie Foster was a non-singing Anna in the more recent Anna and the King.

Irene Dunne
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia



Born December 20, 1898
Louisville, Kentucky
Died September 4, 1990
Los Angeles, California

Irene Dunne (née Irene Marie Dunn, December 20, 1898 - September 4, 1990) was an American film actress and singer of the 1930s and 1940s.





Early life

Dunne was born in Louisville, Kentucky, the daughter of a steamboat inspector. After her father's death in 1909, she moved to her mother's hometown of Madison, Indiana with her mother and younger brother, Charles. Nicknamed "Dunnie," she took piano and voice lessons, sang in local churches and high school plays before her graduation in 1916. In her Madison senior yearbook, her activities are listed as "Girls Chorus, Class Play Committee and Senior Commissioner." Along with her nickname, it is written that she was "divinely tall and most divinely fair," as well as her "byword" being "Oh, that's swell." Her aspirations were "Dramatics." [citation needed]


Film career

She was first discovered in 1928, and was signed to play the role of Magnolia Hawks in the first national touring company of Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein II's classic musical play Show Boat. Her success in that role led to her film career, and to her re-creation of the role in what is considered the classic film version of Show Boat - the 1936 version.

She is now best remembered for her Magnolia in Show Boat, her madcap performances in The Awful Truth and My Favorite Wife, her Anna in the 1946 Anna and the King of Siam, and as Martha Hanson in George Stevens' 1948 I Remember Mama. In addition, she introduced the song "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" to filmgoers in the 1935 Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers film version of the musical Roberta, playing a glamorous White Russian princess. In 1939, she played opposite Charles Boyer in Love Affair, which would be remade years later as An Affair to Remember. All of these films were box office and critical successes.

She retired from the screen in 1952, after the disastrous critical and box office reception of It Grows on Trees, a would-be comedy about a couple who discovers that money does grow on trees - at least in their back yard, and after the box-office failure of The Mudlark, a 1950 made-in-England film in which Dunne was nearly unrecognizable under heavy makeup as Queen Victoria. The Mudlark, however, is highly thought of by some critics, especially for the performance of Alec Guinness as Disraeli.

Dunne received five Academy Award Best Actress nominations in her career; three in the 1930s and two more in the 40s.


Later life

In 1957, Dunne was appointed one of five alternate U.S. delegates to the United Nations by Dwight David Eisenhower. This was done in recognition of her charitable works and interest in conservative Catholic and Republican political causes.

She was married to Dr. Francis Dennis Griffin from July 16, 1928 until his death on October 15, 1965. They had one daughter, Mary Frances (née Anna Mary Bush), who was adopted in 1938 at the age of four from the New York Foundling Hospital.[1]

Dunne died of cardiac arrest at her Holmby Hills home in Los Angeles, California and is entombed in the Calvary Cemetery in East Los Angeles, California.

She has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6440 Hollywood Blvd.


Films remade

Many of Dunne's films have been remade, some more than once, and modern audiences are at times more familiar with the newer versions than with Dunne's. Show Boat and Roberta, for example, were remade in 1951 and 1952 respectively, with Kathryn Grayson taking Dunne's role in both films; My Favorite Wife was remade as Move Over, Darling with Doris Day, Back Street was remade twice, once with Margaret Sullavan and then with Susan Hayward. Similarly, Love Affair became An Affair to Remember (with Deborah Kerr in Dunne's role) and then Love Affair with Annette Bening in Dunne's role; Anna and the King of Siam became the musical The King and I with Deborah Kerr again in a role first identified on film with Dunne, while Jodie Foster was a non-singing Anna in the more recent Anna and the King.

Audrey Totter
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Audrey Totter (born December 20, 1918 in Joliet, Illinois) is an American actress.

Totter began her acting career in radio in the late 1930s and after success in Chicago and New York, was signed to a seven year film contract with MGM Studios.

She made her film debut in Main Street After Dark (1945) and during the 1940s established herself as a popular female lead. Although she appearance in various film genres, she became most widely known to movie audiences in film noir productions. Initially MGM groomed her to become an important player and she was paired opposite some of their biggest stars. Among her successes were The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946) with John Garfield and Lana Turner, Lady in the Lake (1947) with Robert Montgomery and Jayne Meadows, The Unsuspected (1947 for Warner Brothers Studios) with Claude Rains, High Wall (1947) with Robert Taylor, The Saxon Charm (1948) with Montgomery and Susan Hayward, Alias Nick Beal (1949) with Ray Milland, The Set-Up (1949) with Robert Ryan, Any Number Can Play (1949) with Clark Gable and Alexis Smith, and Tension (1950) with Richard Basehart.

By the early 1950s the tough talking "dames" she was best known for portraying, were no longer fashionable, and as MGM began to work towards creating more family themed films, Totter was released from her contract. Totter for her part, was reported to have grown dissatisfied with MGM's handling of her career, only agreeing to appear in Any Number Can Play after Gable intervened.

She worked for Columbia Pictures and 20th Century Fox but the quality of her films dropped sharply and by the end of the decade her career was in decline. A continuing role in the television series Medical Center from 1972 until 1976 was the biggest success of her later years.

Totter's most recent TV appearance was in a 1987 episode of Murder, She Wrote.

Very sad News--Maybe you already heard

The Saddest Heart It is with saddest heart that I must pass
on the following news:

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the
entertainment community, The Pillsbury Doughboy died
yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications
from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens
of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including
Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins,
Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.

The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described
Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.

Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life
was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart
cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes.
Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty
old man and was considered a roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, 2 children,
John Dough and Jane Dough plus they had one in the oven.

He is also survived by his elderly dad, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

Well, folks. Our hawkman didn't have but three bio's today--two Irene's and an Audrey.

Hey, BostonBob, love your doughboy story. Poor little fellow and his kith and kin.

The origin of "doughboy" as in WWI soldier isn't very clear, but it has something to do with buttons on some general's coat. Do we care? Nah!

Funny song about those biscuit buddies, folks:

Artist: Half Man Half Biscuit
Song: Arthurs Farm


Arthur Askee and Dougie Dougie's Beetle
Went down to the Animal Farm.
Dug in for the poor,
They heard stories from the war.
And explaimed about the boil on his bum!

Napoleon, very pink, offerred both of them a drink,
And a drink and a drink and a drink.
Come the four, there were lemons to be sure,
Not one of them had even had a wink,
Of sleep.

Everybody sang as loud as they could,
"Two legs bad, but four legs good!"
This made the boys feel pretty impressed.

it was "Ay! Ay! At the Helm",
While Dougie Beetle's wrapped among the ruins.
After limbs and oil of murphy hymns
And a sale for some second-hand boots.
Years passed by, it got crazy in the sty.
It was stupid, it was total apathy!
Everybody asked around
As the Beast of Eeling Sound,
Had been ruined by a busy busy bee!
And shouts were heard from the East to the West,
"Four legs good, but no legs best!"
Invalidity reigned supreme.
And shouts were heard from the East to the West,
"Four legs good, but no legs best!"
visit to another regime.

Good afternoon.

Let's pause for a moment in remembrance of:



and Irene Dunne



and wish a Happy 88th to Audrey Totter: