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msolga regrets she was unable to meet the dys in London, the dys may have to meet msolga some other time in some other place.

Well, my goodness, listeners. Here is our msolga. Always nice to see you winking at me. <smile> Yep, TGIF, honey.

Let's have some pun in the fun for our Aussie friends:

1. Evidence has been found that William Tell and his family were avid bowlers. However, all the Swiss league records were unfortunately destroyed in a fire. Thus we'll never know for whom the Tells bowled.

2. A man rushed into a busy doctor's office and shouted "Doctor! I think I'm shrinking!!" The doctor calmly responded, "Now, settle down. You'll just have to be a little patient."

3. A marine biologist developed a race of genetically engineered dolphins that could live forever if they were fed a steady diet of seagulls. One day his supply of the birds ran out. So he had to go out and trap some more. On the way back, he spied two lions asleep on the road. Afraid to wake them, he gingerly stepped over them. Immediately, he was arrested and charged with transporting gulls across sedate lions for immortal porpoises.

4. Back in the 1800s the Tates Watch Company of Massachusetts wanted to produce other products and, since they already made the cases for pocket watches, decided to market compasses for the pioneers traveling west. It turned out that although their watches were of finest quality; their compasses were so bad that people often ended up in Canada or Mexico rather than California. This, of course, is the origin of the expression, "He who has a Tates is lost!"

5. A thief broke into the local police station and stole all the toilets and urinals, leaving no clues. A spokesperson was quoted as saying, "We have absolutely nothing to go on."

6. An Indian chief was feeling very sick, so he summoned the medicine man. After a brief examination, the medicine man took out a long, thin strip of elk rawhide and gave it to the chief, instructing him to bite off, chew and swallow one inch of the leather every day. After a month, the medicine man returned to see how the chief was feeling.

The chief shrugged and said, "The thong is ended, but the malady lingers on."

7. A famous Viking explorer returned home from a voyage and found his name missing from the town register. His wife insisted on complaining to the local civic official who apologized profusely saying, "I must have taken Lief off my census."

8. There were three Indian squaws. One slept on a deer skin, one slept on an elk skin and the third slept on a hippopotamus skin. All three became pregnant and the first two each had a baby boy. The one who slept on the hippopotamus skin had twin boys. This goes to prove that the squaw of the hippopotamus is equal to the sons of the squaws of the other two hides.

9. A skeptical anthropologist was cataloging South American folk remedies with the assistance of a tribal brujo who indicated that the leaves of a particular fern were a sure cure for any case of constipation. When the anthropologist expressed his doubts, the brujo looked him in the eye and said, "Let me tell you, with fronds like these, who needs enemas?"

10. By the way, the guy who wrote these 9 puns entered them and one other in a contest. He figured with 10 entries he couldn't lose. As they were reading the list of winners he was really hoping one of his puns would win, but unfortunately, no pun in ten did.

Oh yes! The dys & the dynamic Ms Diane! Now wouldn't that be nice?

Ms Letty, you amaze me! The endless variety of "stuff" you present here!
Did you ever consider a job as a research assistant, program manager, entertainer extraordinaire?... You're a natural!

Well, msolga, I have considered and been considered, but alas, my love affair with the working world has passed.

Well, it looks as though our dys has asked for a song, indirectly:



Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.
She is sorry to be delayed,
but last evening down in Lover's Lane she strayed, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

When she woke up and found that her dream of love was gone, madam,
She ran to the man who had led her so far astray,
And from under her velvet gown,
She drew a gun and shot her love down, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, madam,
They strung her upon the old willow across the way,
And the moment before she died,
She lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam......
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

A smile of remembrance, listeners. Our jazz friend, Bill, used to refer to that song as Miss Otis egrets.

Aw, such a melancholy song, Letty!

So it is, msolga. Hmmmm. You just reminded me of a song about a melancholy minstrel. Here's a line from that song, but I can't recall the full text of the lyrics:

"The melancholy minstrel loves his lady so, but you see, he's just a gardner, so she'll never, never know."

Thought for Today: ``The worst-tempered people I've ever met were people who knew they were wrong.'' - Wilson Mizner, American playwright (1876-1933).



05/12/05 20:00



edited to get rid of redundant stuff. <smile>

a pic of some flower garden outside of Amsterdam, tulips and such;

Yes, lots of unrequited love songs out there, Letty. But all that unhappiness & misery contributes toward some fabulous music, though!

view from our hotel balcony in London:

Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts.
Oh, Lordy, how they could love!
Swore to be true to each other,
True as the stars above.
He was her man.
He wouldn't do her wrong.

Frankie went down to the corner,
Just for a bucket of beer.
She said, "Oh, Mister Bartender,
Has my loving Johnny been here?
He is my man,
He wouldn't do me wrong."

I don't want to cause you no trouble.
Ain't gonna tell you no lies.
I saw your lover an hour ago,
With a girl namd Nellie Bly.
He was your man,
But he's doing you wrong.

Frankie looked over the transom.
She saw to her suprise,
There on a cot sat Johnny
Making love to Nellie Bly.
He is my man,
And he's doing me wrong.

Frankie drew back her kimona.
She took out a little forty-four.
Rooty-toot-toot, three time she did shoot
Right through that hardwood door.
She shot her man.
He was doing her wrong.

Bring out your rubber-tired hearses.
Bring out your rubber-tired hacks.
I'm taking my man to the graveyard
But I ain't gonna bring him back.
Lord, he was my man,
And he done me wrong.

Bring out a thousand policemen.
Bring 'em around today,
To lock me down in the dungeon cell
And throw that key away.
I shot my man.
He was doing me wrong.

Frankie said to the warden,
"What are they goin' to do?"
The warden, he said to Frankie,
"It's electric chair for you,
'Cause you shot your man.
He was doing you wrong."

This story has no moral.
This story has no end.
This story just goes to show
That there ain't no good in men.
He was her man,
And he done her wrong.

Well, listeners, we have it all here on WA2K radio. Pictures of tulips and London views--unrequited love songs and snippets of news; Frankie and Johnny and Travis McGee. It's all on the radio to look, hear, and see.

Thanks, dys, George, and msolga for the interviews and exchanges.

It's not so much a matter of our dear Francis having been adopted but rather more to the point who adopted him and why?

Looks like a Bayswater hotel Dys. Ahh London.

Hey, dys, not quite certain what you mean by that, but it is odd that I should think of him when I found this:

http://www.bibliomania.com/0/5/153/frameset.html

It's a bit long, folks, but it is hilarious. That bachelor knew about kids.

Well, there's our hebba back and thinking about London. You must tell us about your ventures there and elsewhere, dancing man.

Listening...

A Good Day to all. I'm really enjoying Bob's, and Letty's humor this morning and great songs and lovely pictures and more. Great way to start the day.

Some May 13 birthdays:

1842 Sir Arthur Sullivan, composer and collaborator with Sir William Gilbert (London, England; died 1900)
1907 Dame Daphne du Maurier, novelist (London, England; died 1989)
1914 Joe Louis, boxing champion (near Lafayette, AL; died 1981)
1923 Beatrice Arthur, actress (New York, NY)
1927 Herbert Ross, actor/choreographer/director (New York, NY)
1939 Harvey Keitel, actor (Brooklyn, NY)
1941 Ritchie Valens singer (Donna, La Bamba) died 1959
1941 Senta Berger Vienna Austria, actress (Cast a Giant Shadow)
1943 Mary Wells, singer (Detroit, MI; died 1992)
1946 Tim Pigott-Smith, actor (Rugby, England)
1950 Stevie Wonder, singer/musician (Saginaw, MI)
1950 Peter Gabriel London England, rocker (Sledgehammer, Shock the Monkey, Solsbury Hill, Genesis-The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway)
1961 Dennis Rodman, basketball player (Trenton, NJ)
1962 Julianne Phillips, actress (Lake Oswego, OR)
1968 Darius Rucker, singer and member of Hootie & the Blowfish (Charleston, SC)

I am listening as well, Francis. Dys can be as mystic as any seer I know. Now be certain that you read that short story, all.

Well, Raggedy. A spoon full of humour makes the medicine go down in a most delightful way.<smile>

Bea Arthur of Maude and the Golden Girls. Hilarious! and, of course, there's Stevie Wonder.

I just called to Say I Love You
Stevie Wonder
from Unknown
No New Years Day to celebrate,
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away,
No first of spring, no song to sing,
In fact, here's just another ordinary day.

Chorus
I just called to say I love you;
I just called to say how much I care;
I just called to say I love you,
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

No April rain, no flowers' bloom,
No wedding Saturday within the month of June.
But what it is is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you.

No summer's high, no warm July,
No harvest moon to light one tender August night,
No autumn breeze, no falling leaves,
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies.

No Libra sun, no Hallowe'en,
No giving thanks for all the Christmas joy you bring,
But what it is, tho' old, so new,
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do.

Oooh. I love that Stevie Wonder song.

And here's one in honor of Bea Arthur: (sung by Angela Lansbury and Bea Arthur in "Mame")

Vera and Mame:
[singing]
We'll always be bosom buddies,
Friends, sisters and pals;
We'll always be bosom buddies,
If life should reject you,
There's me to protect you.
Vera:
If I say that your tongue is vicious,
Mame:
If I call you uncouth;
Vera and Mame:
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will sit down and tell you the truth.
Vera:
[speaking]
Tho' now and again I'm aware that my candid opinion may sting,
Mame:
Tho' often my frank observation might scald;
I've been meanin' to tell you for years
You should keep your hair natural like mine.
Vera:
If I kept my hair natural like yours, I'd be bald.
[singing]
But darling,
Vera and Mame:
We'll always be dear companions,
Vera:
My crony,
Mame:
My mate;
Vera and Mame:
We'll always be harmonizing,
Vera:
Orphan Annie and Sandy,
Vera and Mame:
Like Amos and Andy.
Vera:
If I say that your sense of style's as far as off as your youth;
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will tell you the whole stinkin' truth.
Mame:
[speaking]
Each time that a critic has written, "Your voice is the voice of a frog!"
Straight to your side to defend you I rush;
You know that I'm there ev'ry time that the world makes and unkind
remark.
When they say "Vera Charles is the world's greatest lush!"
[singing]
It hurts me!
Vera:
And if I say your fangs are showing,
Mame, pull in your claws,
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will notice the obvious flaws!
Mame:
[speaking]
I feel it's my duty to tell you it's time to adjust to your age;
You try to be "Peg O' My Heart", when you're "Lady Macbeth."
Exactly how old are you, Vera? The truth!
Vera:
Well, how old do you think?
Mame:
I'd say somewhere in between forty and the death!
Vera and Mame:
[singing]
But sweetie,
Vera:
I'll always be Alice Toklas,
If you'll be Gertrude Stein.
And tho' I'll admit I've dished you,
I've gossiped and gloated,
But I'm so devoted.
Mame:
And if I say that sex and guts made you into a star,
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will tell you how rotten you are.
Vera and Mame:
Just turn your bosom buddy
For aid and affection,
For help and direction,
For loyalty, love and for sooth!
Remember that who else but a bosom buddy
Will sit down and level
And give you the devil,
Will sit down and tell you the truth!