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Oh sorry, I forgot to add :wink:

and that's the last they ever see of their towels after the Brits arrive.

I didn't go by bus...

All right, listeners, let's talk to Walter first.

As well as I can remember, Walter, the Germans in the old immigration period settled in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, along with the Scotch-Irish. That's from memory, so I can't be certain.

and Bob, in between this round table discussion, thanks for April in Paris, which is sooooo romantic.

And, McTag, er, which "they" are you referring to?

Oh, I see, (I think)

Getting things in order in our studio:

Francis has done lunch in Nepal, but did not go by bus.
Dys crept in here and talked about towels and I'm not certain if those are Turkish towels to which he refers.
McTag then winks and Letty thinks.

Do I have it right now?

Remembered it wrong

source

the towels in Turkey seem just like Greek ones, but the baths are totally different. The towels near the beach in Torremolinos are placed by the Germans and stolen by the Brits while the French are topless down near the water's edge ignoring everyone. Dys sits on the sea-wall with a glass of wine and enjoys the activity around him (especially the Swede lass frolicking with the French)

I need a map.

and I need a shrink, Walter. I'm really laughing now. Hey, folks, is this fun or what?

Time for a song for Dys and Di.

EAGLES LYRICS

"Peaceful Easy Feeling"

I like the way your sparkling earrings lay,
against your skin, it's so brown
and I wanna sleep with you
in the desert tonight
with a billion stars all around
'cause I gotta peaceful easy feeling
and I know you won't let me down
'cause I'm already standing on the
ground
And I found out a long time ago
what a woman can do to your soul
Ah, but she can't take you anyway
You don't already know how to go
and I gotta peaceful, easy feeling
and I know you won't let me down
'cause I'm already standing on the ground
I get this feeling I may know you
as a lover and a friend
but this voice keeps whispering
in my other ear, tells me
I may never see you again
'cause I get a peaceful, easy feeling
and I know you won't let me down
'cause I'm already standing on the ground
'cause I'm already standing...
on the ground
oooo, oooo

My, my listeners. I must induce Walter to accept my thesis as well, soooo

A Poem as a token:

The First Germans in America
We are
the German speaking
from
the Low and High Lands
of
the European continent.


We bring
our hands
our skills
ideals and dreams
to this new world of
America.


We work
in unison
with all
in want
to create
a new homeland.


We pledge
our allegiance
to the future of
this country
and
its coming generations.

Ingeborg Carsten-Miller April 1997





FIRST GERMANS AT JAMESTOWN

:wink:

SIE LIEBT DICH
The Beatles

Sie liebt dich
Sie liebt dich
Sie liebt dich

Du glaubst sie liebt nur mich?
Gestern hab' ich sie gesehen.
Sie denkt ja nur an dich,
Und du solltest zu ihr gehen.

Oh, ja sie liebt dich.
Schöner kann es gar nicht sein.
Ja, sie liebt dich,
Und da solltest du dich freu'n.

Du hast ihr weh getan,
Sie wusste nicht warum.
Du warst nicht schuld daran,
Und drehtest dich nicht um.

Oh, ja sie liebt dich. . . .

Sie liebt dich
Sie liebt dich
Denn mit dir allein
kann sie nur glücklich sein.

Du musst jetzt zu ihr gehen,
Entschuldigst dich bei ihr.
Ja, das wird sie verstehen,
Und dann verzeiht sie dir.

Sie liebt dich
Sie liebt dich
Denn mit dir allein
kann sie nur glücklich sein.


KOMM GIB MIR DEINE HAND
The Beatles

O komm doch, komm zu mir
Du nimmst mir den Verstand
O komm doch, komm zu mir
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand

O du bist so schön
Schön wie ein Diamant
Ich will mir dir gehen
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand

In deinen Armen bin ich glücklich und froh
Das war noch nie bei einer anderen einmal so
Einmal so, einmal so

O komm doch, komm zu mir
Du nimmst mir den Verstand
O komm doch, komm zu mir
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand
Komm gib mir deine Hand

In deinen Armen bin ich glücklich und froh
Das war noch nie bei einer anderen einmal so
Einmal so, einmal so

Oh du bist so schön
Schön wie ein Diamant
Ich will mir dir gehen
Komm gib mir deine Hand...

and here is our dj, singing English in German:






She loves you, yeh, yeh, yeh. She loves you, yeh, yeh, yeh.
She loves you, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeeeh!

You think you lost your love, when I saw her yesterday.
It's you she's thinking of, and she told me what to say.
She says she loves you, and you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you, and you know you should be glad. Ooh!

She said you hurt her so, she almost lost her mind.
And now she says she knows, you're not the hurting kind.
She says she loves you, and you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you, and you know you should be glad. Ooh!

She loves you, yeh, yeh, yeh! She loves you, yeh, yeh, yeh!
And with a love like that, you know you should be glad.

And now it's up to you, I think it's only fair,
if I should hurt you too, apologize to her,
because she loves you, and you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you, and you know you should be glad. Ooh!

She loves you, yeh, yeh, yeh! She loves you, yeh, yeh, yeh!
And with a love like that, you know you should be glad.
And with a love like that, you know you should be glad.
And with a love like that, you know you shouuuld be glad.
Yeh, yeh, yeh; yeh, yeh, yeh; yeh, yeh, yeeeh!

Hmmmm. would that I could play something in Canadian. <smile>

Bob, I just this minute heard that announcement on ABC news. Yes, of course, people remember her most for The Graduate because it was senuous, and, of course, it didn't help that Simon and Garfunkel immortalized her in song:

Lyrics

Mrs. Robinson

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Well, often, listeners, we get kudos for the sleeze, and nothing for the talent.

For Christine, my neighbor, who died today:

Christina Rossetti



Remember

REMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rossetti

Listeners, this is in no way a sad song. Now she is part of the elements. Goodnight, Christine.

Good morning, WA2K audience. It seems that I am all alone in the studio and watching the first finger of dawn reach across the horizon.

Let's begin the day with a song from Queen:

While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand
While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land
While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow
Till the mountains crumble into the plain
Oh yes we'll keep on tryin'
Tread that fine line
Oh we'll keep on tryin' yeah
Just passing our time
While we live according to race, colour or creed
While we rule by blind madness and pure greed
Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion
Through the eons, and on and on
Oh yes we'll keep on tryin'
We'll tread that fine line
Oh we'll keep on tryin'
Till the end of time
Till the end of time

Through the sorrow all through our splendour
Don't take offence at my innuendo

You can be anything you want to be
Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be
Be free with your tempo, be free be free
Surrender your ego - be free, be free to yourself

Oooh, ooh -
If there's a God or any kind of justice under the sky
If there's a point, if there's a reason to live or die
If there's an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask
Show yourself - destroy our fears - release your mask
Oh yes we'll keep on trying
Hey tread that fine line
Yeah we'll keep on smiling yeah
And whatever will be - will be
We'll just keep on trying
We'll just keep on trying
Till the end of time
Till the end of time
Till the end of time

Cheer up; cheer up, everybody. George Bush has kind words for Tony Blair. <smile>

Mo Mary

Out on the hillside, by the sheiling, Mo Mary, my beloved.
Out on the hillside, by the sheiling, Mo Mary, my beloved.
Mo Mary, mo lennan, Mo Mary, my beloved.
On the hillside, by the sheiling, Mo Mary, my beloved.

And like the blue gentian gleaming,
On the hillside by the sheiling.
Purple blue in the sunlight are the eyes of my Mary.
Mo Mary, mo lennan, Mo Mary, my beloved.
On the hillside, by the sheiling, Mo Mary, my beloved.

Notes on scottish words:
sheiling=meadow,
lennan=sweetheart
gentian=an herb, with blue flowers

Robert Preston (1918 - 1987)

Robert Preston was born on June 8, 1918 in Newton Highlands, Massachusette. Preston passed away on March 21, 1987 in Montecito, California from lung cancer.

In 1957 Robert Preston began the part that would immortalize him in entertainment history, that of Professor Harold Hill in the musical THE MUSIC MAN. Preston won a Tony Award for the role in THE MUSIC MAN and repeated it in the film version.

In 1982 Robert Preston received an Oscar nomination for his triumphant portrayal of a witty, gay entertainer in VICTOR/VICTORIA.

Barely 20 years old when a Paramount talent scout spotted Preston at the Pasadena Playhouse, and before the year was out he had joined the studio's roster of contract players. Robert Preston started by first appearing in B pictures such as 1938's ILLEGAL TRAFFIC and KING OF ALCATRAZ then he quickly graduated to supporting roles in A productions such as 1939's UNION PACIFIC and BEAU GESTE.

Preston took a brief fling in TV during the early 1950s, starring in MAN AGAINST CRIME (1951) and ANYWHERE USA (1952).

With his performance in I DO! I DO! Robert Preston won a Broadway Tony Award as Best Actor in 1967.

Robert Preston's other notable credits include...

THE LAST STARFIGHTER (1984)

S.O.B (1981)

MAME (1974)

HOW THE WEST WAS WON (1962)

WHEN I GROW UP (1951)

BLOOD ON THE MOON (1948)

THIS GUN FOR HIRE (1942)

MOON OVER BURMA (1940)

KING OF ALCATRAZ (1938)

http://www.movieactors.com/actors/robertpreston.htm


Ya Got Trouble

Well, ya got trouble, my friend.
Right here, I say trouble right here in River City
Why, sure, I'm a billiard player
Certainly mighty proud to say,
I'm always mighty proud to say it
I consider the hours I spend with a cue in my hand are golden
Help you cultivate horse sense and a cool head and a keen eye
Didja ever take and try to give an iron clad leave
to yourself from a three-rail billiard shot?

But just as I say it takes judgement, brains and maturity
to score in a balk-line game
I say that any boob can take and shove a ball in a pocket
And I call that sloth;
the first big step on the road to the depths of degreda-
I say, first- medicinal wine from a teaspoon, then beer from a bottle
And the next thing you know your son is playin'
for money in a pinchback suit
And listenin' to some big out-o'-town jasper
hear him tell about horserace gamblin'
Not a wholesome trottin' race, no,
but a race where they set down right on the horse
Like to see some stuck up jockey boy sittin' on Dan Patch?
Make your blood boil, well I should say

Now, folks, let me show you what I mean
You've got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table
Pockets that mark the difference between a gentleman and a bum
With a capital 'B' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

And all week long, your River City youth'll be fritterin' away
I say, your young men'll be fritterin'
Fritterin' away their noontime, suppertime, choretime, too
Hit the ball in the pocket
never mind gettin' dandelions pulled
or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded
Never mind pumpin' any water 'til your parents are caught
with a cistern empty on a Saturday night and that's trouble
Oh, ya got lots and lotsa trouble
I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers,
shirttailed young ones peekin' in the pool hall window after school
Ya got trouble, folks, right here in River City
with a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P'
and that stands for 'pool'

Now I know all you folks are the right kind of parents
I'm gonna be perfectly frank
Would you like to know what kind of conversation goes on
while they're loafin' around that hall?
They'll be tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out Cubebs,
tryin' out tailor-mades like cigarette fiends
And braggin' all about how they're gonna cover up
a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen
Now one fine night they leave the pool hall
headin' for the dance at the Armory
Libertine men and scarlet women and ragtime
Shameless music that'll grab your son, your daughter
into the arms of a jungle animal instinct- massteria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground, trouble!

Townspeople: Oh, we got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here in River City

Harold: With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P'
and that stands for 'pool'

Townspeople: That stands for pool

Harold: We surely got trouble

Townspeople: We surely got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here

Harold: Gotta figure out a way to keep the young ones
moral after school

Townspeople: Trouble, trouble, trouble...

Harold: Mothers of River City,
heed this warning before it's too late
Watch for the tell-tale signs of corruption
The minute your son leaves the house
does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corncrib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes
from Cap'n Billy's Whizbang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like- swell?
And- 'so's your old man'?

Well if so, my friends

Ya got trouble

Townspeople: Oh, we got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here in River City

Harold: With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P'
and that stands for 'pool'

Townspeople: That stands for pool

Harold: We've surely got trouble

Townspeople: We surely got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here

Harold: Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule?
Oho, we got trouble
We're in terrible, terrible trouble
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is the devil's tool

Townspeople: Devil's tool

Harold: Yes, we've got trouble, trouble, trouble

Townspeople: Oh, yes, we got trouble here, we got big, big trouble

Harold: With a 'T'

Townspeople: With a capital 'T'

Harold: And that rhymes with 'P'

Townspeople: That rhymes with 'P'

Harold: And that stands for pool

Townspeople: That stands for pool

Harold: Remember my friends, listen to me,
because I pass this way but once

That was lovely, edgar, and I'm certain McTag, for one, will appreciate your having performed it.

Ah, yes, listeners--gentian violet. Thank you, edgar for the Scottish translation.

In Virginia the violets were everywhere, shyly poking their white and deep blue heads from under the summer grasses. What a splash of color they made with the petals of gentle hue.