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Well, folks, there's our Mary Poppins Puppy who made it here in spite of the showers.

Thanks, PA, for the great quartet.

I have a couple of songs to go with those faces, Raggedy, but I think that we should listen to Antonio as Zorro first.

Out of the night,
When the full moon is bright,
Comes the horseman known as Zorro.
This bold renegade
Carves a "Z" with his blade,
A "Z" that stands for Zorro.

Zorro, Zorro, the fox so cunning and free,
Zorro, Zorro, who makes the sign of the Z.

He is polite,
But the wicked take flight
When they catch the sight of Zorro.
He's friend of the weak,
And the poor and the meek,
This very unique senor Zorro.

Zorro, Zorro, the fox so cunning and free,
Zorro, Zorro, who makes the sign of the Z.

Zorro, Zorro, Zorro, Zorro, Zorro.

Can't forget Ray, folks.


When a man's an empty kettle he should be on his mettle,
And yet I'm torn apart.
Just because I'm presumin' that I could be kind-a-human,
If I only had heart.
I'd be tender - I'd be gentle and awful sentimental
Regarding Love and Art.
I'd be friends with the sparrows ...
and the boys who shoots the arrows
If I only had a heart.
Picture me - a balcony. Above a voice sings low.
Wherefore art thou, Romeo? I hear a beat....
How sweet.
Just to register emotion, jealousy - devotion,
And really feel the part.
I could stay young and chipper
and I'd lock it with a zipper,
If I only had a heart.

since we "toiled" in the garden today spreading well rotted cowmanure around out hedge plants , i can quite identify with neil young and "the farmer's song" !
i'm all scrubbed and clean now !
hbg

You smell delightful, hbg

Wish that Schumann's "Happy Farmer" had lyrics. I played that song on the piano when I was a wee thing.

Remember George Orwell's "Animal Farm", folks?

Well, here's a song that alludes to his masterpiece.


Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor

The cock it crowed "It's morning" the donkey said "Ee-aw"
The pigs they grunted expectantly for the farmer to open the door
The chickens started clucking, they could not lay no eggs
They were just plain frightened,
Remembering what the pigs had said "just do as you're told"
Remembering what the pigs had said
And they all sang

[CHORUS:]
We will be happy, we will be free,
We're going to make it, make equality
Hap-happy are we

Now the pig said "This is our day
We're gonna chase the farmer away
Now everyone must do their work like before
Except for me and I must think for you behind this door"

So they chased the farmer away,
And the pig got on his soap box to say
"And don't you worry don't you make no fuss
All you have to do is follow us
And do as you're told
All you have to do is follow us"
And they all sang

[CHORUS]

Hap-happy are we, hap-happy are we, we're so holy

The cock it crowed "It's morning"
The donkey said "Ee-aw"
The chickens clucked expectant
For the pig to open the door

[CHORUS]

Hap-happy are we, hap-happy are we, we're so holy
Hap-happy are we, hap-happy are we, hap-happy are we, we're so holy

Strange the things one finds when searching for another.

I found this lovely song while looking for Animal Farm. It's perfect for my goodnight to you all.


Softly, I will leave you softly
For my heart would break if you should wake and see me go
So I leave you softly, long before you miss me
Long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years, I can't bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there.

A soft goodnight
From Letty with love

Dear heart wish you were here to warm this night
My dear heart, seems like a year since youve been out of my sight
A single room, a table for one
Its a lonesome town all right
But soon Ill kiss you hello at our front door
And dear heart I want you to know
Ill leave your arms never more

(a single room, a table for one)
Its a lonesome town all right
But soon Ill kiss you hello at our front door
And dear heart I want you to know
Ill leave your arms never more

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

edgar read my mind last evening, because I do believe that "Dear Heart" song is by Johnny Mercer, as is this one.

Dear, I thought I drop a line
The weather is cool
The folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
PS I love you

Yesterday we had some rain
But all in all I can't complain
Was it dusty on the train
PS I love you


Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able
They came around to call
And I burned a hole in the dining room table
Now let me think; I guess that's all

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

Arlene Dahl
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Born August 11, 1928 (1928-08-11) (age 79)
Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
Spouse(s) Marc Rosen
Rounsevelle W. Schaum
Alexis Lichine
Chris Holmes
Fernando Lamas
Lex Barker

Arlene Dahl (born August 11, 1928)[1] is an American movie actress who achieved notability during the 1950s. She is the mother of actor Lorenzo Lamas.





Early years

Dahl was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota and is of Norwegian descent. After graduating from high school, she held various jobs, including performing in a local drama group and briefly working as a model for department stores.


Career

In 1946, Dahl was voted the Rheingold Beer Girl of 1946. She began her acting career in 1947, at the age of 19. Her acting career gradually picked up steam, and she reached the peak of her popularity and success in the 1950s. Some of her best films include: Reign of Terror (1949), Three Little Words (1950), Woman's World (1954), Slightly Scarlet (1956), and Journey to the Center of the Earth (1959).


Personal life

Dahl met actor Lex Barker in the early 1950s, and on April 16, 1951, Dahl and Barker wed. A year later she and Barker divorced, and Dahl would go on to marry another matinee idol, Fernando Lamas. In 1958 Dahl and Lamas had their only son, Lorenzo Lamas (who also grew up to become an actor). Shortly after giving birth to her son, Dahl slowed and eventually ended her career as an actress, although she still appeared in movies and on television occasionally. Dahl would go on to work as a beauty columnist and as a writer. She also founded her own business, Arlene Dahl Enterprises, which marketed lingerie and cosmetics.

She eventually became an astrologer and wrote a syndicated column on the subject.[2]

Dahl and Lamas divorced in 1960, and Dahl later remarried. She has had two children from other marriages.

Dahl had a relationship with John F. Kennedy before both she and Kennedy were married.

She posed seminude for Playboy magazine in December 1962.

She has 6 grandchildren:

1. A.J. Lamas (b. 1983)

2. Shayne Lamas (b. 1985)

3. Paton Ashbrook (b. 1988)

4. Alexandra Lamas (b. 1997)

5. Victoria Lamas (b. 1999)

6. Isabella Lamas (b. 2001)

Is older than her husband, Mark Rosen, by 19 years.


Television

She appeared on the ABC television network's soap opera One Life to Live as Lucinda Schenck Wilson from 1981 to 1984. Lucinda was planned to be a short-termed role, but she was later offered a one-year contract to appear on the show.

The last movie she appeared in was the 1991 film Night of the Warrior, starring her son, Lorenzo. Before that, the last movie she had appeared in had been in the 1960s.

Alex Haley
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Born: August 11, 1921
Ithaca, New York
Died: February 10, 1992 (aged 70)
Seattle, Washington
Occupation: Writer, Novelist, Scriptwriter
Genres: African American literature

Alexander Murray Palmer Haley (August 11, 1921 - February 10, 1992) was an American writer. He is best known for The Autobiography of Malcolm X, which he co-wrote in collaboration with Malcolm X, and for his book Roots: The Saga of an American Family.





Life

Early life

Born in Ithaca, New York, in 1921, Haley spent his first five years in Henning, Tennessee in an African American family mixed with Irish and Cherokee ancestry with his 2 younger brothers. Haley's father, Simon Alexander Haley, was a professor of agriculture who had served in World War I. The younger Haley always spoke proudly of his father and the incredible obstacles of racism he had overcome. On May 24, 1939, Alex Haley began his 20-year service with the Coast Guard.

He enlisted as a mess-boy and then became a third class Petty Officer in the rate of Mess Attendant, one of the few enlisted designators open to African Americans at that time. It was during his service in the Pacific theater of operations that Haley taught himself the craft of writing stories. He talked of how the greatest enemy he and his crew faced during their long sea voyages wasn't the Japanese but boredom. He collected many rejection slips over an eight-year period before his first story was bought.

After World War II, Haley was able to petition the Coast Guard to allow him to transfer into the field of journalism, and by 1949 he had become a First Class Petty Officer in the rate of Journalist. He later advanced to the rank of Chief Petty Officer and held this grade until his retirement from the Coast Guard in 1959.

Alex Haley's awards and decorations from the Coast Guard include the American Defense Service Medal (w/ "Sea" clasp), American Campaign Medal, Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal, European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal, World War II Victory Medal, Coast Guard Good Conduct Medal (w/ 1 silver and 1 bronze service star), Korean Service Medal, National Defense Service Medal, United Nations Service Medal, and the Coast Guard Expert Marksmanship Medal.

After his retirement from the Coast Guard, Haley began his writing career and eventually became a senior editor for Reader's Digest.


Playboy magazine

Haley conducted the first Playboy interview for Playboy magazine. The interview, with jazz legend Miles Davis, appeared in the September 1962 issue. In the interview, Davis candidly spoke about his thoughts and feelings on racism and it was that interview that set the tone for what would become a significant part of the magazine. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s Playboy Interview with Haley was the longest he ever granted to any publication. Throughout the 1960s, Haley was responsible for some of the magazine's most notable interviews, including an interview with American Nazi Party leader George Lincoln Rockwell, who agreed to meet with Haley only after Haley, in a phone conversation, assured him that he was not Jewish. Haley exhibited remarkable calm and professionalism despite the handgun Rockwell kept on the table throughout the interview. Haley also interviewed Cassius Clay, who spoke about changing his name to Muhammad Ali. Other interviews include Jack Ruby's defense attorney Melvin Belli, Sammy Davis, Jr., Jim Brown, Johnny Carson, and Quincy Jones. He completed a memoir of Malcolm X for Playboy six months before his death in February 1965. The memoir was published in the July 1965 issue of the magazine.


Malcolm X

One of Haley's most famous interviews was a 1963 interview with Malcolm X for Playboy, which led to their collaboration on the activist's autobiography The Autobiography of Malcolm X, based on interviews conducted shortly before Malcolm's death (and with an epilogue). Published in 1965, the book became a huge success and was later named by Time magazine as one of the ten most important nonfiction books of the 20th century.


Roots

In 1976, Haley published Roots: The Saga of an American Family, a novel based loosely on his family's history, starting with the story of Kunta Kinte, kidnapped in Gambia in 1767 and transported to the Province of Maryland to be sold as a slave. Haley claimed to be a seventh-generation descendant of Kunta Kinte, and Haley's work on the novel involved ten years of research, intercontinental travel and writing. He went to the village of Jufureh, where Kunta Kinte grew up and which is in existence, and listened to a tribal historian tell the story of Kinte's capture.[1] Haley also traced the records of the ship, The Lord Ligonier, which he said carried his ancestor to America. Genealogists have since disputed Haley's research and conclusions and Haley had to reach an out-of-court settlement with Harold Courlander to end a plagiarism lawsuit.

Haley said the most emotional moment of his life was on September 29, 1967, when he stood at the site in Annapolis, Maryland where his ancestor had arrived 200 years before. Roots was eventually published in 37 languages, won the Pulitzer Prize and went on to become a popular television miniseries in 1977. The book and film were both successful, reaching a record-breaking 130 million viewers when it was serialized on television. Roots emphasized that African Americans have a long history and that not all of that history is lost, as many believed. Its popularity sparked an increased public interest in genealogy, as well.

In 1979, ABC aired a sequel miniseries entitled Roots: The Next Generations. The series continued the story of Kunta Kinte's descendants, concluding with Haley's arrival in Jufureh. Haley was portrayed (at various ages) by future soap opera actor Kristoff St. John, The Jeffersons actor Damon Evans, and Tony Award winner James Earl Jones.


Later years

In the late 1980s, Haley began working on a second historical novel based on another branch of his family, traced through his grandmother Queen ?- the daughter of a black slave woman and her white master. Haley died in Seattle, Washington of a heart attack before he could complete the story and was buried beside his childhood home in Henning, TN. At his request, it was finished by David Stevens and was published as Alex Haley's Queen; it was subsequently made into a movie in 1993.

Late in his life, Haley acquired a small farm in Norris, Tennessee, adjacent to the Museum of Appalachia, with the intent of making it his home. Subsequent to his death, the property was sold to the Children's Defense Fund (CDF), which calls it the "Alex Haley Farm" and uses it as a national training center and retreat site. An abandoned barn on the farm property was rebuilt as a traditional cantilevered barn, using a design by architect Maya Lin. The building now serves as a library for CDF.[2]

In 1999, the U.S. Coast Guard honored Haley by naming the cutter Alex Haley after him. Also, a barracks at the Coast Guard Recruit Training Center in Cape May, New Jersey is named Haley Hall.

Haley was also posthumously awarded the Korean War Service Medal from the government of South Korea ten years after his death. This award, created in 1999, did not exist during Haley's lifetime.


Plagiarism and other controversy

Alex Haley researched Roots for ten years; the Roots TV series adaptation aired in 1977. The same year, Haley won a Pulitzer Prize for the book as well as the Spingarn Medal. However, Haley's fame was marred by plagiarism charges in 1978; after a trial, Haley settled out-of-court for $650,000, having admitted that large passages of Roots were copied from the book The African by Harold Courlander.[3] Haley claimed that the appropriation of Courlander's passages had been unintentional.[4] In 1988 Margaret Walker also sued him, claiming Roots violated the copyright for her novel Jubilee. Her case was dismissed by the court.

Haley's work is controversial for other reasons. He has been accused of fictionalizing true stories in both his book Roots and The Autobiography Of Malcolm X. Malcolm X's family and members of The Nation of Islam accused Haley of changing selected parts of his story.

In addition, the veracity of those aspects of Roots which Haley claimed to be true has also been challenged.[5] Although Haley acknowledged the novel was primarily a work of fiction, he did claim that his actual ancestor was Kunta Kinte, an African taken from the village of Jufureh in what is now The Gambia. According to Haley, Kunta Kinte was sold into slavery where he was given the name Toby and, while in the service of a slavemaster named John Waller, went on to have a daughter named Kizzy, Haley's great-great-great grandmother. Haley also claimed to have identified the specific slave ship and the actual voyage on which Kunta Kinte was transported from Africa to North America in 1767.

However, noted genealogist Elizabeth Shown Mills and the African-Americanist historian Gary B. Mills revisited Haley's research and concluded that those claims of Haley's were not true.[6][7] According to the Millses, the slave named Toby who was owned by John Waller could be definitively shown to have been in North America as early as 1762. They further said that Toby died years prior to the supposed date of birth of Kizzy. There have also been suggestions that Kebba Kanji Fofana, the amateur griot in Jufureh, who, during Haley's visit there, confirmed the tale of the disappearance of Kunta Kinte, had been coached to relate such a story.[8][9]. Yet another possibility comes from the world of television. On a trip to the Bahamas to research his heritage, Al Roker discovered evidence of his ancestor, Janson Roker (birth name: Unika Ubani). After tracing his ancestor back to Alabama, Roker noticed striking similarities between the lives of Janson and Kunta Kinte, later going on to assert that Roots was, in fact, based off of Janson's life. [10]

To date, Haley's work remains a notable exclusion from the Norton Anthology of African-American Literature, despite Haley's status as history's best-selling African-American author. Harvard University professor Dr. Henry Louis Gates, Jr., one of the anthology's general editors, has denied that the controversies surrounding Haley's works are the reason for this exclusion. Nonetheless, Dr. Gates has acknowledged the doubts surrounding Haley's claims about Roots, saying, "Most of us feel it's highly unlikely that Alex actually found the village whence his ancestors sprang. Roots is a work of the imagination rather than strict historical scholarship."[11

A girl walked up to the information desk in a hospital and
asked to see the "upturn".
"I think you mean the 'intern', don't you?" asked the nurse on duty.
"Yes," said the girl. "I want to have a 'contamination. '"
"You mean 'examination, '" the nurse corrected her.
"Well I want to go to the 'fraternity ward,' anyway."
"I'm sure you mean the maternity ward."
To which the girl replied: "Upturn, intern; contamination,
examination, fraternity, maternity... . what's the difference?
All I know is I haven't demonstrated in two months,
and I think I'm stagnant."

Good morning, Boston Bob. Hmmm, I searched carefully through your funny words and did not find one thing about a "blonde" Amazing, hawkman, that there are only two celebs today.

Well, folks, I don't know one song by Alex, and although it seems that Arlene sang, your PD couldn't locate a specific by her either.

Here's the best we can play today as Arlene did star in this.

Four Aces

It's a woman's world when she's in love
It's a woman's world, his kiss can make her glow
And that's what makes it so (it's a woman's world)

It's a woman's world, stars dance above
It's a lovely world, his footstep at the door
Just proves it more and more

His hopes, his dreams and his ambitions
All the ups and downs she'll gladly share
She'll give her all without conditions
When he looks around, she'll be there

It's a woman's world, ask any man
It's a woman's world, and he's so glad it is
For when it's hers it's his!
It's a woman's world, but only because it's his

(It's a woman's world, ask any man
It's a woman's world, and he's so glad that it is)
For when it's hers it's his!
It's a woman's world, but only because it's his

(Woman's world. It's a woman's world when she's in love!)

Hello WA2K.

Aah, I see Edgar played one of my all time favorites - Dear Heart. (sad song though) I loved Al Martino's recording of it although he didn't perform it in the movie.

Letty, "Dear Heart" was written by Henry Mancini for the 1964 movie of the same title, starring Geraldine Fitzgerald, Angela Lansbury and Glenn Ford. I'll always remember and love it because I saw it at Radio City Music Hall, together with the Rockettes, on my first trip to NYC.

Here's Arlene Dahl. She was a beauty with her flaming red hair. And Alex Haley.

Well, there's our Raggedy with a dynamic duo. Thanks, PA. I saw the Rockettes in New York City as well, and when we played at the Green Brier Hotel, they were adjacent to our room. Marvelous.

Well, puppy, Johnny and Henry did collaborate on this one.

Moon River - Song Lyrics
Moon river, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style, some day.

Old dream maker, you heart breaker,
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way.

Two drifters, off to see the world,
There's such a lot of world, to see.

We're after the same rainbow's end,
Waitin' 'round the bend,
My Huckleberry friend, moon river,
And me

I'll try not to second guess edgar again

And a nicer song you couldn't find.

And how about this one:

Words by Johnny Mercer and Music by Henry Mancini
from the 1963 film "Charade" starring Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn


When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played

Oh what a hit we made
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill, lovers until
Love left the masquerade

Fate seemed to pull the strings
I turned and you were gone
While from the darkened wings
The music box played on

Sad little serenade
Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill
Charade



Was that the Greenbrier dating back 221 years that has a lot of history including an atomic bomb shelter? The one out west? I stayed there once.

My word, Raggedy. I have no idea how old the Greenbrier is, PA, but it did have a secret section that was supposed to be a place for Washington to hide in case of a nuclear attack, and I believe, without checking, that prisoners of WWII were held there for a while.

Love that song, too, gal. I think that I mentioned on our wee radio station, that a recent movie that I watched was a very poor remake of Charade. I'll have to refresh my memory about that, however.

Well, we've talked about charade, folks, so how about a masquerade.

Leon Russell

Are we really happy with this lonely game we play,
Looking for the right words to say?
Searching but not finding -- understanding anyway,
We're lost in this masquerade.

Both afraid to say we're just too far away
From being close together from the start.
We try to talk it over, but the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play.

Thoughts of leaving disappear each time I see your eyes,
And no matter how hard I try
To understand the reason why we carry on this way
We're lost in this masquerade.

We try to talk it over, but the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play.

We're lost in a masquerade.
And we're lost in a masquerade.

picked up a FRANK SINATRA four-disk cd-set at the library this morning -
97 of his most fab songs !
here is :

I COULD WRITE A BOOK
----------------------------

Love that song, hbg. Can't deny that "old blue eyes" has done some fine songs, Canada. Thanks for the reminder.

Incidentally, the movie that I saw which was a remake of Charade was, "The Truth About Bob." Most confusing thing that I have ever seen.

Another thing. I just saw that Leon Russell had done a special called "A Poem is a Naked Man."

Quote for the day:

A poem is a naked person... Some people say that I am a poet.
Bob Dylan

Let's dedicate this one to the yitwails

Leon Russell

Now the day is gone and I sit alone and think of you, girl
What can I do without you in my life?
I guess that our guessing game just had to end that way
The hardest one to lose of all the games we played

But the time is past for living in a dream world
Lying to myself can't make that scene
Of wondering if you love me or just making a fool of me
Well I hope you understand I just had to go back to the island

Chorus:

And watch the sun go down (sit and watch the sun go down)
Hear the sea roll in (listen to the sea roll in)
But I'll be thinking of you (yes, and I'll be thinking of you)
And how it might have been (thinking how it might have been)
Hear the night birds cry (listen to the night birds cry)
Watch the sunset die (sit and watch the sunset die)
Well I hope you understand I just had to go back to the island

Well all the fun has died, It's raining in my heart
I know down in my soul I'm really gonna miss you
But it had to end this way with all the games we played
Well I hope you understand I just had to go back to the island

http://www.greenbrier.com/site/about-history.aspx
"The State Department leased the hotel for seven months after the U.S. entry into the war and used it to intern German, Japanese and Italian diplomatic personnel, along with their families, until they could be exchanged for American diplomats stranded overseas. In September 1942, the U.S. Army purchased The Greenbrier, converted it into a two thousand-bed hospital and renamed it Ashford General Hospital. For four years the resort served as a surgical and rehabilitation center, and 24,148 soldiers were admitted and treated at the facility."

I remember Hamburger saying he had some Fritz Wunderlich music. Perhaps, Countess Maritza is on his recording and he might be able to translate "Play Gypsy, Dance Gypsy".

Fantastic, Raggedy. Hey, hamburger. Didn't that revue play in Toronto.

When we were camping, we met a couple, Charlie and Leah Bendorf. She was from Kenya and a delightful lady. Charlie had been an aviator in the Lufwaffa. He was captured and kept at the Greenbrier and later sent back to Germany to help teach democracy after the Berlin Wall came down.

The last thing that I heard from them was that they were homesteading in Alaska. I do wish I knew what happened to those two. How about a song in their memory, folks.

(Mike Phillips)

North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

Big Sam left Seattle in the year of ninety two
With George Pratt, his partner and brother Billy, too
They crossed the Yukon River and found the bonanza gold
Beneath that old white mountain, just a little southeast of Nome

Sam crossed the majestic mountains
To the valleys far below
He talked to his team of huskies
as he mushed on through the snow
With the northern lights runnin' wild
In the land of the midnight sun
Yes Sam McCord was a mighty man
In the year of nineteen-one

Where the river is windin'
Big nuggets they're findin'
North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

Where the river is windin'
Big nuggets they're findin'
North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

George turned to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said, "Sam, you're lookin' at a lonely, lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's buried in this land
For one small band of gold to place on sweet Jenny's hand

'Cause a man needs a woman to love him all the time
You know Sam, a true love is so hard to find
I'd build for my Jenny a honeymoon home
Beneath that old white mountain
Just a little southeast of Nome."

Where the river is windin'
Big nuggets they're findin'
North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

North to Alaska
Go north, the rush in on

North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

Way up north
North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

Way up north
Way up north
North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

Great story, Letty. (It's a shame you lost contact.)