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Lipstick On Your Collar
Connie Francis


[Lyrics by Edna Lewis and Music by George Goehring]

When you left me all alone
At the record hop
Told me you were going out
For a soda pop
You were gone for quite awhile
Half an hour or more
You came back
And man, oh man
This is what I saw

Lipstick on your collar
Told a tale on you
Lipstick on your collar
Said you were untrue
Bet your bottom dollar
You and I are through
'Cause lipstick on your collar
Told a tale on you, yeah

You said it belonged to me
Made me stop and think
And then I noticed yours was red
Mine was baby pink
Who walked in but Mary Jane
Lipstick all a mess
Were you smoochin' my best friend
Guess the answer's yes

Lipstick on your collar
Told a tale on you
Lipstick on your collar
Said you were untrue
Bet your bottom dollar
You and I are through
'Cause lipstick on your collar
Told a tale on you, boy
Told a tale on you, man
Told a tale on you, yeah

Dag Hammarskjöld
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Order: 2nd Secretary-General
Term of office: April 10, 1953-September 18, 1961
Predecessor: Trygve Lie
Successor: U Thant
Born: July 29, 1905
Place of birth: Jönköping, Sweden
Died: September 18, 1961
Place of death: Ndola, Northern Rhodesia

Dag Hammarskjöld (July 29, 1905 - September 18, 1961) was a Swedish diplomat who served as Secretary-General of the United Nations from April 1953 until his death in September 1961.

Dag Hammarskjöld was born in Jönköping, in Sweden, although he lived most of childhood in Uppsala. He was the fourth and youngest son of Hjalmar Hammarskjöld, Prime Minister of Sweden (1914-1917). His ancestors had served the Swedish Crown since the 17th century. He studied at Uppsala University where he graduated with a Master's degree in political economy and a Bachelor of Law degree. He then moved to Stockholm.

In 1930-1934 he was a secretary of a governmental committee on unemployment. He also wrote his economics thesis Konjunkturspridningen (The Spread of the Business Cycle) and received his Doctorate from Stockholm University in 1933. In 1936 Hammarskjöld became a secretary in the Bank of Sweden and soon he was a undersecretary of finance. In 1941-1948 he served as a chairman of the Bank of Sweden.

Early in 1945, he was appointed an adviser to the cabinet on financial and economic problems, and coordinated, for example, government plans to alleviate the economic problems of the post-war period.

In 1947 Hammarskjöld was appointed to Sweden's Foreign Office, and in 1949 he became the Secretary General of the Foreign Office. He was a delegate in the Paris conference that established the Marshall Plan. In 1948 he was again in Paris to attend conference for the Organization for European Economic Cooperation. In 1950 he became a head of Sweden delegation to UNISCAN. In 1951, he became a cabinet minister without portfolio and in effect Deputy Foreign Minister. Although Hammarskjöld served with a cabinet dominated by the Social Democrats, he never officially joined any political party. On December 20 1954 he was elected to take his father's vacated seat in the Swedish Academy. In 1951 Hammarskjöld became vice chairman of Swedish delegation to the United Nations General Assembly in Paris. He became the chairman of the General Assembly in 1952 in New York.

When Trygve Lie resigned from his post as UN Secretary General in 1953, the Security Council decided to recommend Hammarskjöld to the post. It came as a surprise to him. He was selected in March 31 with the majority of 10 out of eleven states. UN General assembly elected him in session in April 7-10 with votes of 57 out of 60. In 1957 he was re-elected.

Hammarskjöld started his term by establishing his own secretariat of 4,000 administrators. He set up regulations that defined their responsibilities. He insisted that the secretary-general should be able to take emergency action without the prior approval of the Security Council or the General Assembly.

During his terms, Hammarskjöld tried to soothe relations between Israel and the Arab states. In 1956 he went to mainland China to negotiate a release of 15 US pilots who had served in the Korean War and been captured by the Chinese. In 1956 he established the United Nations Emergency Force (UNEF). In 1957 he intervened in the Suez Crisis.

In 1960 the newly independent Congo asked for UN aid in defusing the escalating civil strife. Hammarskjöld made four trips to Congo. In September 1960 the Soviet Union denounced his decision to send a UN force to keep the peace. They demanded his resignation and replacement of the office of secretary general with a three-man troika.

In September 1961 he found out about the fighting between non-combatant UN forces and Katanga troops of Moise Tshombe. He was enroute to negotiate a cease-fire on the night of September 17-18 when his plane crashed near Ndola, Northern Rhodesia (now Zambia). He and fifteen others perished. There is still speculation as to the cause of the crash.

Hammarskjöld posthumously received the Nobel Peace Prize in 1961. His only book Vägmärken (Markings) was published in 1963.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dag_Hammarskj%C3%B6ld

Good Morning WA2K. I was just looking for the July 29 birthday post that I posted here early this morning. I could have sworn I hit the submit button. No more swearing for me. Well, anyway, here I go again:

1801 - George Bradshaw, English publisher (d. 1853)
1805 - Alexis de Tocqueville, historian and political scientist (d. 1859)
1843 - Johannes Schmidt, German linguist (d. 1901)
1849 - Max Nordau, author, philosopher and Zionist leader (d. 1923)
1865 - Alexander Glazunov, Russian composer (d. 1936)
1869 - Booth Tarkington, author (d. 1946)
1871 - Grigori Rasputin, Russian spiritualist (d. 1916)
1874 - James Shaver Woodsworth, Methodist minister, social worker, and politician (d. 1942)
1876 - Maria Ouspenskaya, actress (d. 1949)
1878 - Don Marquis, author (d. 1937)
1883 - Benito Mussolini, Italian dictator (d. 1945)
1883 - Porfirio Barba-Jacob, Colombian poet and writer (d. 1942)
1884 - Ralph A. Bard, U.S. Navy Under Secretary (d. 1975)
1887 - Sigmund Romberg, composer (d. 1951)
1892 - William Powell, actor (d. 1984)
1897 - Sir Neil Ritchie, British general (d. 1983)
1898 - Isidor Isaac Rabi, American physicist, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1988)
1900 - Eyvind Johnson, Swedish writer (d. 1976)
1905 - Clara Bow, actress (d. 1965)
1905 - Dag Hammarskjöld, UN Secretary-General (d. 1961)
1905 - Thelma Todd, actress (d. 1935)
1905 - Stanley Kunitz, American poet
1906 - Diana Vreeland, fashion editor (d. 1989)
1907 - Melvin Belli, lawyer and actor (d. 1996)
1920 - Rodolfo Acosta, Mexican character actor (d. 1974)
1924 - Lloyd Bochner, Canadian actor
1926 - Don Carter, bowler
1927 - Harry Mulisch, Dutch author
1930 - Paul Taylor, dancer, choreographer
1932 - Nancy Landon Kassebaum Baker, U.S. Senator
1935 - Peter Schreier, German tenor
1938 - Peter Jennings, television news anchor
1941 - David Warner, actor
1942 - Tony Sirico, actor
1943 - David Taylor, English snooker player
1949 - Vida Blue, Major League Baseball player
1953 - Ken Burns, television producer and director
1953 - Geddy Lee, musician (Rush)
1957 - Nelli Kim, Soviet gymnast
1959 - Ruud Janssen, teacher, writer, and artist
1959 - Sanjay Dutt, actor
1965 - Chang-Rae Lee, author
1966 - Patrick Hogan, marathon runner
1966 - Martina McBride, country singer
1972 - Wil Wheaton, actor
1973 - Stephen Dorff, actor
1979 - Abs Breen, singer
1981 - Fernando Alonso, race car driver

Well, listeners. There's our Raggedy with her celebs update.

You know, folks. There has not been one word on how Peter Jennings is doing. I do hope he beats the cancer just as Lance Armstrong did.

From Desert Song by Romberg:



Music by: Sigmund Romberg
Vocal: Robert Halliday
From the Show: The Desert Song 1926 (S)


My desert is waiting,
Dear, come there with me.
I'm longing to teach you
Love's sweet melody.
I'll sing a dream-song to you,
Painting a picture for two:

Refrain:

Blue heaven and you and I,
And sand kissing a moonlit sky.
A desert breeze whisp'ring a lullaby,
Only stars above you
To see I love you.

Oh, give me that night divine
And let my arms in yours entwine.
The desert song, calling,
It's voice enthralling
Will make you mine.

Repeat Refrain

I hadn't realized the story behind that operetta, folks--quite intriguing

GOD: Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in
the world is going on down there on the planet? What
happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I
started eons ago? I had a perfect, no-maintenance garden
plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand
drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the
long lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and
flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of
colours by now. But all I see are these green rectangles.

ST. FRANCIS: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The
Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers "weeds"
and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with
grass.

GOD: Grass? But it's so boring. It's not colourful. It
doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees, only grubs and
sodworms. It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these
Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?

ST. FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to
grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by
fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops
up in the lawn.

GOD: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass
grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.

ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a
little, they cut it-- sometimes twice a week.

GOD: They cut it? Do they then bail it like hay?

ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up
and put it in bags.

GOD: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell
it?

ST. FRANCIS: No, Sir. Just the opposite. They pay to throw
it away.

GOD: Now let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it
will grow. And when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to
throw it away?

ST. FRANCIS: Yes, Sir.

GOD: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we
cut back on therain and turn up the heat. That surely slows
the growth and saves them a lot of work.

ST. FRANCIS: You aren't going to believe this Lord. When the
grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more
money to water it so they cancontinue to mow it and pay to get
rid of it.

GOD: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees.
That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The
trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in
the summer. In the autumn leaves fall to the ground and form a
natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the
trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves form compost
to enhance the soil. It's a natural circle of life.

ST. FRANCIS: You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have
drawn a newcircle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them
into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.

GOD: No fooling? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree
roots in the winter and to keep the soil moist and loose?

ST. FRANCIS: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and
buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and
spread it around in place of the leaves.

GOD: And where do they get this mulch?

ST. FRANCIS: They cut down trees and grind them up to make the
mulch.

GOD: Enough. I don't want to think about this anymore.
St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have
you scheduled for us tonight?

ST. CATHERINE: "Dumb and Dumber," Lord. It's a really stupid
movie about....

GOD: Never mind. I think I just heard the whole story from
St. Francis.

Bob, that was absolutely fantastic. I have always thought, folks, that wild things were beautiful. If one examines the dollar weed, it becomes a miniature water lily; clover is a bovine bouquet; and periwinkle is blue in bloom.

Don't we love Bob's conversation between St. Francis and God?

At this point we have another request for a song played so long ago on our radio:



Wild thing, you make my heart sing
Oh
You make a everything, groovy
Wild thing

Wild thing I think you move me
But I want a know for sure
Come on and ssssssock it to me one more time
(click)you move me

Wild thing, you make my heart sing
Oh
You make a everything, groovy
A sing again
Wild thing
Yeah

Wild thing I think you move me
But I want a know for sure
Come on and ssssssock it to me one more time again
Oh shucks I love ya

Wild thing, you make my heart sing
You make a everything, groovy
Yeah wild thing
Yeah wild thing
Yeah yeah wild thing
Yeah yeah yeah wild thing
Oh sock it to me
Wild thing

Well, listeners. For the moment my quiet time is over, but I will leave you with this quiet thought:

Who can doubt that we exist only to love?
We live not a moment exempt from its influence.

Blaise Pascal

Along all those remarkarble birthdays I missed the 8oth birtday of
Mikis Theodorakis (Μίκης Θεοδωράκης) (born July 29, 1925 on the island of Chios in Greece), whose theme music of "Zorba the Greek" has been a hit all over the world.

But since Theodorakis is well known for his leftist views, which he has expressed openly (including, notably, during the dictatorship) ... :wink:


Nevertheless, despite has arguable political view, he is a great composer: Theodorakis has written more than 1000 songs and song-cycles, unforgettable melodies that have become part of the immortal heritage of Greek music, operas, symphonies, music for plays (both modern and antique), balltes and films, cantatas and oratorios ...

Well, Walter. How about playing some of the Greek's songs for us. I recall Anthony Quinn in the movie.

How's this for timing, listeners. I just found my dad's Greek grammar book.

Okay! for the Greeks and the geeks:





The shining stars which peek out behind the lovely new moon

are outshone by the full and brilliant bright lunar light which

over all the earth scatters a silent sheen of silveriness.



Song II



Hither from Kriti (Crete) come now to me

to this tiny holy temple, this blessed place

which has this beautiful meadow filled with apple trees

and the aroma of incense sifting, wafting 'round the altars.

There, too, babbling cool rushing water flowing under

branches of apple trees

and with roses the whole place now is shadowed

and from shimmering dark green leaves

the sleep of enchantment flows through.

There, too, a meadow wherein graze the horses

where spring flowers blossom, spreading open

and with breezes blowing so gently

there you, *Cypris, now into our cups of gold

pouring gracefully nectar

with our joyous feast

intermingle--intertwine.



*a poetic name for Aphrodite

Speaking about arguable...

The script of "Zorba the greek" was based on Alekos Panagoulis' life.

Alekos Panagoulis, the man best remembered for his failed attempt to assassinate George Papadopoulos, the leader of the military junta which ruled Greece 1967-1974.

Later, Oriana Fallaci writen a book on him, "Un uomo" - "One man".

Well, my goodness, listeners. There's our Francis.

Fallaci, Francis? Was that the woman we all researched earlier?--the one with a cigarette in her hand?<smile>

I do remember my colleague getting totally smashed on Ouzo one evening. The next morning, she had a word (can't say it here) for the Greeks.

What is it with the Europeans, listeners. They drop in; drop a message; then drop out again.

Hey! We're not drop-outs are we? I think everyone here completed his education, and we were all kids in school at one time. Found this song that says a lot about kids and their experiences:

SCHOOLDAYS
Loudon Wainwright, Snowden Music Inc. ASCAP

In Delaware when I was younger
I would live the life obscene
In the spring I had great hunger
I was Brando I was Dean
Blaspheming booted blue-jeaned baby boy
Oh how I made them turn their heads
The townie brownie girls they jumped for joy
Begged me bless them in their beds

In Delaware when I was younger
I would row upon the lake
In the spring I had great hunger
I was Keats I was Blake
My pimpled pencil pains I'd bring
To frogs who sat entranced
My drift-dreamed ditties I would sing
The water strider danced

In Delaware when I was younger
I thought st andrew had sufficed
In the spring I had great hunger
I was Buddha I was Christ
You wicked wisemen where's your wonder
You pharisees someday will pay
See my lightning hear my thunder
I am truth I know the way

In Delaware when I was younger

The very same...

Apropos Greece,
there is this british movie, called "Shirley Valentine" (1989)
I loved very much.

It is the story of an unappreciated housewife - her main
companion is the kitchen walls - dreams of a holiday in
Greece. Shirley's unhappiness and loneliness goes completely unnoticed by Joe, her husband. His main concern is the evening meal. Then Shirley's accidental meeting with an old schoolmate, confirms Shirley's sense of lost identity, and a fight with Joe sends Shirley spiralling off to Greece with feminist chum, Jane.

Shirley falls in love with Greece, but more importantly, she falls in love with herself. Along the way, she meets Costas,
a wily Greek restauranteur whose charming ways guarantee a holiday fling.......

Hmmm. Well I wonder if the lady dropped out of school?

A school memory of my own:

I went to a private kindergarten and was picked up every morning by Miss Irene. My teacher's name was Mrs. Windgate and the one room classroom had desks where three or four children sat. There was one child, Patsy Bass, who slept all the time. Another was Gordon Perkins who was continually disrupting things and the punishment was to put one's head down on the desk. Gordon's head was continually on the desk and he was one bright kid. I do remember reading, but have no memory of how I learned to do so.

Anyone else have early memories of kindergarten? (I used to think that was pronounced kinder GARDEN)

Here's Michael Buble's version of...........

You must have been a beautiful baby
You must have been a wonderful child
When you were only starting to go to kindergarten
I bet you drove those other childs wild.
And when it came to winning blue ribbons
I bet you taught those other kids how.
I can see the judges' eyes when they handed you the prize
You had the cutest bow.
You must've been a beautiful baby
Cause baby look at you now.

Ah, Jane. I missed your message, but our listeners got it while I was seeking out that song to play.

I haven't seen your movie, my dear, but I did like the part about the heroine falling in love with herself. Lovely notion, no?

About the only thing that I know about Crete is the scary story of the minotaur:

http://homepage.mac.com/cparada/GML/Minotaur.html

What phases we go through, folks.

Miss Letty - Your link is for the works of Carlos Parada, which I know for fifteen years now...

Looking in, nothing much to say. About Greeks and Greece I know very little.
Aristotle Onassis, he was an interesting fellow.
Winston and Lady Churchill used to vacation on his yacht, I heard.

...and I just heard, that Winston Churchill's parrot is
still alive and talking war games

I forgot the link http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/3414323.stm

OF course, sources deny that it is Churchill's parrot as he's
particularly foul mouthed ...