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Friendly Persuasion, yes, Pat Boone. Wasn't that from a film?

"Put on your bonnet, your cape and your gloves, and come with me...."

Modern swains don't utter lines like that, I fear.

No, (laughing) modern roues are more rap oriented, McTag. But you're right. It was Friendly Persuasion about the Quakers.

Another question:

Why do men's jackets have useless buttons on the sleeve?

Buttons...

"Unlike other buttons on the jacket, they serve no apparent purpose. These buttons were introduced by Queen Victoria. She was inspecting one of her regiments and found that each soldier's sleeve was dirty. The reason was that they used the sleeves to wipe their runny noses! Queen Victoria was "not amused" and ordered that some buttons be sown to the sleeves. This made the wiping of noses that more difficult. So what did the soldiers do? A good question. The anti-nose wiping, three button sleeve became very fashionable, and still is today."

Good Day to all. Music, Music, everywhere. Love it. Today TCM is honoring Fred Astaire. And speaking of Friendly Persuasion, today is the birthday of the composer of the soundtrack.

May 10 Birthdays:

1838 John Wilkes Booth, actor and assassin of Pres. Abraham Lincoln (near Bel Air, MD; died 1865)
1894 Dimitri Tiomkin Russia, composer (Friendly Persuasion; Duel in the Sun, The Alamo, High Noon, Academy Award 1954-High & Mighty and more) died 1979
1899 Fred Astaire, dancer/actor (Omaha, NE; died 1987)
1902 David O. Selznick, producer (Pittsburgh, PA; died 1965)
1933 Barbara Taylor Bradford, writer (Leeds, England) (A Woman of Substance)
1944 Judith Jamison, dancer/choreographer (Philadelphia, PA)
1946 Dave Mason, singer/musician/songwriter (Worcester, England)
1957 Phil Mahre, Olympic champion skier (White Pass, WA)
1960 Bono (Vox), singer and member of U2 (Dublin, Ireland)
1966 Jason Brooks, actor (Colorado Springs, CO)

The buttons on my jacket sleeves are on the side/ back of the arm, if I remember rightly, but my nose is to the front, and so there is nothing to prevent me wiping my nose with them- should I wish to do so.

What a coincidence! I just finished watching Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers in Swing Time on TCM.

"A Fine Romance"
music by Jerome Kern and lyrics by Dorothy Fields

GINGER:

A fine romance, with no kisses.
A fine romance, my friend, this is.
We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes.
But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes.

A fine romance, you won't nestle.
A fine romance, you won't wrestle.
I've never mussed a crease in your blue serge pants.
I never had the chance.
This is a fine romance.

A fine romance, my good fellow.
You take romance. I'll take jello.
You're calmer than the seals in the Arctic Ocean.
At least they flap their fins to express emotion.

A fine romance, with no quarrels,
With no insults, and all the morals.
You're just as hard to land as the Ile de France.
I never get the chance.
This is a fine romance.


FRED:

A fine romance, with no kisses.
A fine romance, my friend, this is.
True love should have the thrills that a healthy crime has.
We don't have half the thrills that "The March of Time" has.

A fine romance, with no clinches.
A fine romance, with no pinches.
You never give the orchids I send a glance.
No, you like cactus plants.
This is a fine romance.

Thanks again aggie for your wonderful contributions.



Friendly Persuasion (Thee I Love)

-Artist: Pat Boone from "Pat Boone's Greatest Hits"-MCA:MCAC 10885
-peak Billboard position # 5 in 1956
-competing version by The Four Aces charted at # 45
]-title song from the movie starring Gary Cooper, Dorothy McGuire, Anthony
-Perkins, and Marjorie Main
-Words by Paul Francis Webster and Music by Dmitri Tiomkin
-title is an obvious play on words since the film centered on a Quaker family
-Quakers are also known the "Society Of Friends": thus, they can be said to
-be of the "Friendly" Persuasion.





Thee I love, more than the meadow so green and still
More than the mulberries on the hill
More than the buds of a May apple tree, I love thee

Arms have I, strong as the oak, for this occasion
Lips have I, to kiss thee, too, in friendly persuasion

Thee is mine, though I don't know many words of praise
Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
Put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove
And come with me, for thee I love


Friendly persuasion

Thee is mine, though I don't know many words of praise
Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
Put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove
And come with me, for thee I love

It seems that a great deal has been going on in our studio, folks.

Francis is absolutely right about the buttons, McTag. Now YOU tell our listeners why a man always walks on the outside of a sidewalk when accompanying a woman.

My goodness, we played a song for hebba and he quickly disappeared. Well, folks, at least he made a cameo appearance.

Raggedy, you are so dependable, and yes, we are meshing again, are we not? Thanks, honey. Fred Astaire is soooo debonair.

Bob, That was the Quaker--Shaker--Amish song. Thanks, Boston for both the Astaire and the Boone tune. <smile>

Thought for Today: ``The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.'' - William James, American psychologist and philosopher (1842-1910).



05/09/05 20:00

Back later, folks, with something for our Aussie Miss.

My pleasure, Bob. I watched Swingtime, too (favorite, The Way You Look Tonight) and now have "Follow the Fleet" on TCM.

And I love, love, Friendly Persuasion. Both the movie and the song.

Oh, so long ago, msolga, Walter and I sang away about WWI. Now here's another for that memory, listeners:

Verse 1:
I can picture the boys "over there,"
Making plenty of noise, "over there,"
And if I'm not wrong,
It won't be long,
Ere a certain song will fill the air;
It's all very clear,
The time's drawing near,
When they'll be marching down to the pier, singing:

Chorus:
"Goodbye France,
We'd love to linger longer, but we must go home;
Folks are waiting to welcome us across the foam;
We were glad to stand side by side with you,
Mighty proud to have died with you;
So goodbye France,
You'll never be forgotten by the U.S.A."

Verse 2:
They are waiting for one happy day,
When the word comes to start on their way;
With a tear-dimmed eye, They'll say 'goodbye'
But their hearts will cry, 'Hip-hip hooray!'
The friends that they made,
Will wish that they stayed,
As they start on their homeward parade, singing:

(Repeat Chorus)


See more WWI sheet music:
Au Revoir, But Not Good-Bye Soldier Boy
The Battle Song of Liberty
Come On Papa
Dear Old Pals
The Dixie Volunteers
Don't Cry Frenchy, Don't Cry

Well, my, my. That Can be for our Francis as well.

and for our Raggedy who is always so true, one of her favorite writers:

On the Death of Anne Bronte
By Charlotte Bronte



Anne Bronte died from tuberculosis on May 28, 1849.

"Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of His saints."
~ Psalm 116:15 ~

here's little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave;
I've lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.


Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last;
Longing to see the shade of death
O'er those beloved features cast;


The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently;


Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife.

...to protect the woman somewhat from getting hit from any car that could run into the sidewalk

"Je me souviens d'un temps pas si lointain où les hommes était des gentilshommes. Ils marchaient sur le bord extérieur du trottoir pour protéger leur femme des éclaboussures de la route; ils se plaçaient devant elles, en guise de boucliers humains si des projectiles étaient tirés dans leur direction; ils ouvraient les lourdes portes devant elles. Lorsqu'un bateau coulait, comme le Titanic, les hommes cherchaient à sauver la vie de leurs femmes et de leurs enfants avant de sauver leur propre vie. S'il n'y avait pas assez de place pour tous dans les canots de sauvetage, ils préféraient demeurer à bord et couler bravement vers leur mort, fiers de sauver la vie de leurs femmes. Il n'y avait pas d'argumentation, pas de questionnement; c'était à cette époque la chose naturelle à faire. Je me souviens aussi d'un temps où les pères enseignaient à leur fils qu'on ne frappe jamais une femme; "pas même avec un mouchoir", disait-on. Comment se fait-il que personne ne se souvienne de cette époque où les femmes étaient traitées comme des dames?"

Hey, BBB. Good to see you back in our studios. Spot on, gal, but one additional item:

Before indoor plumbing was a fixture, chamber pots were emptied from upstairs windows and as gravity would have it, the person on the outside got the brunt of it. Wow! that's ever better than laying a cape across a mud puddle.

Ah, Francis. I like your version much, much better; so very gallant and much more serious a sacrifice.

Thank you for the lovely Bronte poem, Letty.

Ms. Olga is looking for WWI songs? I think of "My Buddy" when I hear World I, but found out just recently that it wasn't written until 1922. I had a Buddy Clark record album of WWI songs and that was one of the songs on the album. I also remember "Over There", "Till We Meet Again" and this one being on the album:

Words by Sam Lewis and Joe Young, and music by M K Jerome - all three New Yorkers -"Just A Baby's Prayer At Twilight "was published by the Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co. in the closing year of the war, 1918.


Just A Baby's Prayer At Twilight (for Her Daddy Over There)

I've heard the prayers of mothers,
Some of them old and gray
I've heard the prayers of others
For those who went away

Oft times a prayer will teach one
The meaning of good bye
I felt the pain of each one,
But this one made me cry

Just a baby's prayer at twilight
When lights are low
Poor baby's years
are filled with tears

There's a mother there at twilight
Who's proud to know
Her precious little tot
Is Dad's forget-me-not

After saying "Goodnight, Mama"
She climbs up stairs
Quite unawares
And says her prayers

"Oh! kindly tell my daddy
That he must take care"
That's a baby's prayer at twilight
For her daddy, "over there"

The gold that some folks pray for,
Brings nothing but regrets
Some day this gold won't pay for
Their many lifelong debts.

Some prayers may be neglected
Beyond the Gold Gates.
But when they're all collected,
Here's one that never waits;

Just a baby's prayer at twilight
When lights are low
Poor baby's years
are filled with
There's a mother there at twilight
Who's proud to know
Her precious little tot
Is Dad's forget-me-not

After saying, "Goodnight, Mama"
She climbs up stairs
Quite unawares
And says her prayers

"Oh! kindly tell my daddy
That he must take care"
That's a baby's prayer at twilight
For her daddy, "over there"

Ah, Raggedy, how tender. As we once discussed, music is a real propaganda effort, and propaganda is an art form.

Oh, my Gawd, listeners, I just remembered asking my Dad to sing "Put my Little Shoes away" cause my older sister always sang it to me knowing full well that I would cry. Wow! my sis could really be rotten sometimes.

This just in:

Six Bodies Found in Calif. Ranch Home 21 minutes ago



PINE MEADOW, Calif. - Six bodies were found Tuesday in a sprawling ranch home in rural Riverside County, authorities said.



Deputies responding to a 911 call around 4:30 a.m. discovered the bodies in the home on Devil Ladder Road, Riverside County Fire Department spokesman Patrick Chandler said. He gave no details.

Aerial footage from KABC-TV showed a large, rambling ranch home in the remote, mountainous area about 100 miles southeast of Los Angeles.

The dispatcher who took the 911 call heard gunshots before the line went dead, the station reported.

Additional details were not immediately available.

Listeners, have you ever heard such horror stories that have surfaced within the U.S. recently? Is it the media, or is it just reporting! Perhaps Arnie needs to re-examine steroid support.

edited to include an "s"...

apropos of nothing

A very shy guy goes into a bar and sees a beautiful woman sitting at the other end. After an hour of gathering up his courage he finally goes over to her and asks, tentatively, "Um, would you mind if I chatted with you for a while?" To which she responds by yelling, at the top of her lungs, "No, I won't sleep with you tonight!" By now, the entire bar is staring at them. Naturally, the guy is hopelessly and completely embarrassed and he slinks back to his table. After a few minutes, the woman walks over to him and apologizes. She smiles at him and says, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. You see, I'm a graduate student in psychology and I'm studying how people respond to embarrassing situations." To which he responds, at the top of his lungs, "What do you mean $200!"

So much for bar behavior, Bob. One of my social foundations professors, actually participated in that kind of study. Whoever that guy was, I'll hire him.

Now it's time for a song dedicated to our Francis:





You ought to be in pictures;


You'd be wonderful to see.

You ought to be in pictures;


Oh, what a hit you would be.

Your face would thrill a nation; your face would be adored. You'd make a great sensation with wealth and fame your reward.


And if you should kiss the way French kiss





You'd make ev'ry girl and man a fan


worshiping at your throne.

You ought to shine as brightly


as Jupiter and Mars.


You ought to be in pictures,


Our star of stars.

I'm going to bed now, a bit early tonight, for it's only ten o'clock here.

I'll leave you with a quiz line: I haven't thought of it yet; Oh yes:

"You make me smile with my heart..."