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Francis, does this seem an adequate translation?



Those calm green eyes as a lake in whose quiet waters a day will watch. The sadnesses do(does) not know that in my soul have left those eyes green that I never will kiss. The sadnesses do(does) not know that in my soul have left those eyes green that I never will forget. Eyes that do not see, heart that does not feel.

Wow, folks. That is what a call sadly beautiful.

Pretty good translation, indeed. even it's only half the poem.

Well, dear. My resources are limited, but I'll try again later. Many thanks, Francis.

As the sky clouds over here, and the winds pick up, I recall all the times that I walked in the rain along the beach without one fear of lightning or threat from Poseidon and his horses.

Christina Rossetti




Water Cycle



It's raining, it's pouring,
The oceans are storing
Water from the falling rain
While thunderclouds are roaring.

The rain now is stopping,
The rain's no longer dropping.
Sun comes out and soaks up water
Like a mop that's mopping.

The water's still there now,
But hidden in the air now.
In the clouds it makes a home
Until there's rain to share now.

It's raining, it's pouring...

Meish Goldish

Little Boy In Corduroy
Donovan

a little boy in corduroy
a little girl in lace
a little coy jump for joy
colour in a space

little boy in corduroy
after me say
save a sunny wish for a rainy day

how many wishes can you wish in a day
wish i had a wish to wish a wish away

take a seed
thread a bead
make a pretty thing

in a deed plant a seed
make a daisy ring
little boy in corduroy
after me say
how many wishes can you wish in a day
i wish i had a wish to wish a wish away
little boy in corduroy

Ah, edgar. The things that we recall. Your delightful song just brought to mind my sister's remark about whistle britches. Thanks, buddy.

Well, listeners, on ABC news tonight, they covered in video what we have covered here on our radio:


Ibrahim Ferrer. What a fabulous singer.
The three surviving members of the crew of the Enola Gay and their feelings. Harry Truman's remark that the decision to drop the bomb was incidental.

Nothing was covered concerning Nagasaki. Isn't that strange?

A nightime song for our audience:

If I Should Lose You

If I should lose you
The stars would fall from the sky
If I should lose you
The Leaves would wither and die
The birds in May-time - would sing a haunting refrain
And I would wander around - hating the sound of rain

With you beside me
A rose would bloom in the snow
With you beside me
No winds of winter would blow

I gave you my love - and I was living a dream
But living would seem - in vain if I
Lost you.

WA2K listeners: station management has graciously allotted me time to present you with my impressions of a ceremony I recently participated in on a Lakota reservation. Since photography is strictly prohibited at Lakota ceremonies, verbal descriptions are all I can offer.

The Lakota have 7 ceremonies: yuwipi, which is rather mysterious, and in which I've never participated; hanblechia (vision quest), which I also have not undergone; inipi (sweat lodge), which I have gone through several times; wiwanyank wachipi (sundance), which is the ceremony I participated in; two other ceremonies I know nothing about; and the smoking of the chanupa, the sacred pipe, which is incorporated in other ceremonies, including sundance. Since smoking is an activity that listeners are familiar with, I'll point out that unlike ordinary smoking, the smoke from the chanupa is not inhaled, but blown out in order to send prayers to the Creator. Finally, a small number of Lakota belong to the society of the Heyoka (sacred clown), which has its own ceremony, the kettle dance.

The sundance itself takes place over a 4 day period in the summer, preceded by an additional 4 days or so of preparation. We got there 3 days before the first day of the dance. So one day I spent doing miscellaneous tasks, the most memorable being breaking rocks with a sledgehammer until they're the right size for sweat lodge. The swimming goggles I brought on the trip were handy as eye protection during this chore. By day's end, I was sore from the waist up and a small blister was developing on my left palm.

The next day was tree day, the day before the start of sundance, when a cottonwood tree is cut and then transported to the sundance site without allowing it to touch the ground. On this occasion, the tree was loaded onto a truck, but I was told that in other years it had been transported on foot over a 4 mile distance atop poles resting on men's shoulders. Next, it's placed in a hole in the center of the ceremonial site, and decorated with tobacco ties--small squares of cloth, usually yellow, white, black, and red, folded around a pinch of tobacco, and strung along a length of thread--and flags; then the tree is raised upright by pulling on ropes, and finally the hole is filled in.

The sundance ground is a large circle, enclosed in an arbor--a covering of branches and leaves on a wooden framework, constructed anew for each sundance I believe. At 4 points along the circle, aligned with the 4 compass directions, are 4 gates--the only places one may enter or exit the ground after the tree is in place. Going clockwise from east to north, the gates are colored yellow, white, black, and red. There's many explanations of the 4 colors and their relationship to the 4 directions, but one that I'd like to mention is that they represent the 4 races of man.

Each day of sundance begins at dawn, around 4am, with the dancers purifying themselves in the sweat lodge. The rest of the day, which generally consists of 7 rounds of dancing ending at dusk, dancers do not eat or drink. Even spectators, known as supporters, when standing in the arbor--the point closest to the tree where spectators are permitted--may not wear shoes, sunglasses, hats, shorts, or tanktops, and women tend to wear long skirts & shawls; nor may supporters eat or drink, although the rules are relaxed a bit for the elderly, the infirm, or children. Dancers likewise go barefoot with no metal or glass on their person, such as glasses, which are regarded as disrupting the sundance because they reflect light. Between rounds, the dancers rest in the shade of the arbor. Finally, from time to time, some of the dancers get pierced. Men are generally pierced in the chest, while women are pierced in the shoulder or upper arm. Piercing is by way of a small twig or bone that enters the skin at one point and exits the skin a short distance away, and the bone or twig is attached to a rope suspended from the tree. At a designated time in the dance, the pierced dancer pulls himself or herself away from the tree at sufficient force to break the skin that the bone or twig is embedded under.

Not all dancers dance all 4 days, nor do all dancers get pierced. On my part, I intended to dance just one day & forego piercing. Opportunity permitting, I planned to dance the remaining 3 days and perhaps get pierced at another time or place. At this sundance, the dancers seemed to be divided fairly equally between male & female. It also seemed to me that non-Indians, mainly caucasian, outnumbered Indians. This is by no means unusual, except at dances that specifically exclude anyone who is not at least partially Indian.

To the accompaniment of singing and drumming, the dancers proceed in a line that circles the tree clockwise. Each time a dancer passes in front of one of the 4 gates, he or she raises both arms and spins clockwise, unless the dancer is a Heyoka (ie. clown), in which case the dancer spins counterclockwise. Besides conducting the ceremony of the kettle dance, a Heyoka is an individual who does things backwards. They're also associated with the direction west, and thus the color black, so they're frequently dressed entirely in black and white. Finally, the west is associated with thunder beings, and thus Heyoka are thought to bring thunder & lightning.

The reason I have delved into the role of the Heyoka is that I feel an affinity to them. I had also attended a sundance a couple of years back as an observer, and witnessed the Heyoka in action, including the kettle dance. Still, I did not dress up as a Heyoka, and had thought about asking whether I should turn clockwise or counterclockwise at the gates but the opportunity to ask did not materialize. But once the dance was underway, I found myself turning the "wrong way" without hesitation when I got to the first gate, and at every subsequent gate.

After the first round of the first day concluded and I had been resting in the arbor for sometime, an announcement was made on the PA for all Heyoka to come to the middle of the grounds, and I found myself standing all alone for quite a long time, until another Heyoka, in full black & white regalia, showed up, and we received a series of lectures about the need for humility, some unspecified transgressions perpetrated by Heyoka in other years, repeated reminders that Heyoka have their own ceremony, and that the organizers wanted their own sundance, even insinuations that Heyoka were inappropriate in a place with children and people in wheelchairs. After that, we were excused, but permitted to do one dance of our own, as soon as all the children had been placed elsewhere. So the other Heyoka--who turned out to be a fellow I know but did not recognize immediately because of his mask--and I did our dance, going round the tree counterclockwise, then left after shaking hands with the people who had dismissed us. We both disagreed with the decision and the highly public way in which it was handed down, but we received a vindication of sorts that night, when there was a spectacular lightning display that lasted most of the night.

I'm sure my narrative leaves some unanswered questions, but that was unavoidable in order to keep its length manageable. So I'll conclude by musing about what it all means. I don't know if I am Heyoka, although I seem to have been pronounced as such. If I am a Heyoka, then I remain one until I complete 3 kettle dances. If the sundance, with the piercing and fasting, seems a bit extreme, the kettle dance is perhaps even more extreme, although mainly in a psychological sense rather than a physical one. Anyone curious should be able to find details about the kettle dance; I chose not to do describe it because it's an esoteric ceremony that I have little firsthand knowledge of, but it should be remembered that it's a healing ceremony of last resort.

Oh, Yit. I am so very glad that you let us become privy to this ancient ritual. Of course, we all have questions, but at first reading it was so very real that I could see you and the others in the rain dance. No one and I mean NO one has ever shared with our listeners what you just did.

We bow to you in deep humility, my friend. For now, we are in awe.

Thank you so very much for that wonderful description.

Applause

You can walk down the street
Pass your face in a window
you can go on fooling around
you can work night and day take a chance on promotion
you can fall through a hole in the ground

Now there ain't no game like the game that you're playing
When you've got a little something to lose
And there ain't no time like the time that you're wasting
And you waste just about what you choose

There's a man at the table and you know he's been able
To return all the odds that you lay
But you can't feed your hunger
And you ain't getting younger
And your tounge it's got nothing to say

It's a long way down to Reno Nevada
It's a long way to your home
And the ground underneath you it's beginning to tremble
And the sky up above you has grown
There's a time to be moving a time to be groving
And a time just to climb up the wall
But the odds they've doubled
And it ain't worth the trouble
and you're never going nowhere at all

It's a long way down to Reno Nevada
It's a long way to your home
And the ground underneath you it's beginning to tremble
And the sky up above you has grown

There's a man at the table and you know he's been able
To return all the odds that you lay
But you can't feed your hunger
And you ain't getting younger
And your tounge it's got nothing to say.

dys, your song was a perfect companion piece to Yit's marvelous description of his Indian ceremony.

Honestly, folks. I was so tired earlier and all of these items have come together.

How wonderful to have our contributors here on WA2K radio.

You're most welcome, Letty. I must clarify one point--the sundance isn't a rain dance, it's more of a thanksgiving ceremony, in which the people acknowledge the Creator's blessings by fasting, dancing, and piercing.

Well, Yit. I can just say that you have made my very late evening.

That's the type Thanksgiving that we should all practice, dear Yit.

I must go to bed now, but I hope to be here when the morning comes.

Goodnight,

From Letty with love

Rather different from the "traditional" Thanksgiving, isn't it? Until the 60s, the sundance was banned by the US government. Even now, it's a hardship for some to camp at the site for four plus days, plus the time and expense of transportation to the site, and preparation of tobacco ties--405 is the traditional number--and clothing, gifts to the chiefs, and so on, and represents a significant sacrifice by the celebrants, many of whom are not well to do.

Connie Stevens
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Connie Stevens (born August 8, 1938) is an American actress and singer.

She was born Concetta Rosalie Anna Ingolia in Brooklyn, New York, a daughter of Peter Ingolia (known as musician Teddy Stevens) and singer Eleanor McGinley.

The real name of her father is Peter Ingolia, and Connie adopted his stage name of Stevens as hers. Her parents were divorced and she lived with grandparents. At age eight, she started attending Catholic boarding schools. Actor John Megna was her half-brother.

Coming from a musical family, she formed a singing group called The Foremost, the other three vocalists went on to fame as The Lettermen. In 1953, Stevens moved to Los Angeles with her father. When she was sixteen, she started another singing group, The Three Debs. She enrolled at a professional school, sang professionally and appeared in local repertory theatre.

Stevens then started working as a movie extra. After appearing in four B movies, Jerry Lewis saw her in Dragstrip Riot and cast her in Rock-A-Bye-Baby. Soon after that, she signed a contract with Warner Brothers.

She played 'Cricket Blake' in the popular Television detective series Hawaiian Eye from 1959 to 1962, a role that made her famous. In a televised interview on August 26, 2003, with Larry King on CNN's Larry King Live, Stevens recounted that while on the set of "Hawaiian Eye" she was told she a telephone call from Elvis Presley. She didn't believe it, but in fact it was him, inviting her to a party, saying he would come to her house and pick her up personally. They dated for a time and she says they remained lifelong friends.

Her first album was titled Concetta (1958). She had minor hits with the songs Blame It On My Youth, Looking For A Boy, and Spring Is Here. After making several appearances on the Warner Bros. hit TV series 77 Sunset Strip, she recorded the hit novelty song Kookie, Kookie, Lend Me Your Comb, a duet with one of the shows stars, Edward Byrnes. She also recorded the hit single Sixteen Reasons (1961). Other releases were Why'd You Wanna Make Me Cry?, Mr. Songwriter, and Now That You've Gone.

Stevens felt she should be given a raise in 1962, and during the dispute with the studio she was placed on suspension. She was also angered over being denied a chance to audition for the lead in the upcoming Warner Bros. musical My Fair Lady. The differences between her and Warner Bros. were patched up long enough, however, for her to star as Wendy Conway in the TV sitcom Wendy And Me (1964)-(1965) with George Burns, who also produced the show.

She also worked in summer stock, and she starred in the Broadway production of Neil Simon's Star Spangled Girl with Anthony Perkins.

Connie Stevens has had two husbands, actor James Stacy (married 1963-divorced 1967) and singer Eddie Fisher (married 1967-divorced 1969). She is the mother of actresses Joely Fisher and Tricia Leigh Fisher.

In the 1970s, Stevens started singing the Ace Is The Place theme song on Ace Hardware TV commercials in Southern California, was a guest on the Dean Martin Celebrity Roast a few times, had a regular role on the 1986 TV series Rowdies and appeared numerous times on the Bob Hope USO specials, including his Christmas Show from the Persian Gulf (1988).

Among her charitable works, she founded the Windfeather project to award scholarships to Native American Indians. In 1991, Stevens received the Lady of Humanities Award from Shriners Hospital and the Humanitarian of the Year Award by the Sons of Italy in Washington, DC.

Stevens developed her own cosmetic skin care product line, Forever Spring, and in the 1990s opened the Connie Stevens Garden Sanctuary Day Spa in Los Angeles.

In 1994, she issued her first recording in several years, Tradition: A Family at Christmas, along with her two daughters.

She has also made nightclub appearances and headlined in major Las Vegas showrooms.

Connie Stevens has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6249 Hollywood Boulevard in Hollywood, and she has a star on the Star Walk in Palm Springs.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Connie_Stevens

Connie Francis
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Where The Boys Are


Where the boys are, someone waits for me
A smiling face, a warm embrace
Two arms to hold me tenderly
Where the boys are, my true love will be
He's walking down some street in town
And I know he's looking there for me
In the crowd of a million people,
I'll find my valentine
And then I'll climb to the highest steeple,
And tell the world he's mine
Till he holds me, I'll wait impatiently
Where the boys are, where the boys are
Where the boys are, someone waits for me
Till he holds me, I'll wait impatiently
Where the boys are, where the boys are,
Where the boys are, someone waits for me

Nelson A. Miles
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Born August 8, 1839
Westminster, Massachusetts, USA
Died May 15, 1925

Nelson Appleton Miles (August 8, 1839 - May 15, 1925) was an American soldier who served in the American Civil War, Indian Wars, and the Spanish-American War.

He was born near Westminster, Massachusetts on his family's farm. Miles worked in Boston and attended night school, read military history, and mastered military principles and techniques.

Miles worked as a crockery store clerk when the Civil War broke out. He entered the Union Army on September 9, 1861 as a volunteer and fought in many crucial battles. He became a Lieutenant in the 22nd Massachusetts Infantry and was commissioned Lieutenant-Colonel of the 61st New York Volunteers on May 31, 1862. He was promoted to Colonel after the Battle of Antietam. Several other battles he participated in included Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, and the Appomattox campaign. Wounded four times in battle, he received a Brevet of Brigadier-General of Volunteers and was awarded the Medal of Honor for gallantry, both in recognition for his actions at Chancellorsville. He was advanced to full rank on May 12, 1864 for the Battles of the Wilderness and Spotsylvania Courthouse, eventually becoming a Major General of Volunteers at age 26.

In July 1866 Miles was appointed Colonel in the regular Army, and in March 1869 became Commander of the 5th U.S. Infantry. On June 30, 1868, he married Mary Hoyt Sherman.

After the Civil War, Miles played a leading role in nearly every phase of the Army's campaign against the tribes of the Great Plains. In 1874-1875, he was a field commander in the force that defeated the Kiowa, Comanche, and the Southern Cheyenne along the Red River. Between 1876 and 1877 he participated in the campaign that scoured the Northern Plains after General Custer's defeat at the Battle of Little Big Horn, forcing the Lakota and their allies onto reservations. In the winter of 1877, he drove his troops on a forced march across Montana and intercepted the Nez Perce band led by Chief Joseph that had defeated and/or eluded every unit sent against it over a 1500 mile stretch from Oregon to the Canadian border. For the rest of Miles' career, he quarreled with General Oliver Howard over the credit for Joseph's capture.

In 1886, he replaced General George Crook as Army Commander against Geronimo in Arizona. Crook relied heavily on Apache scouts in his efforts to capture the Chiricahua leader, but Miles replaced them with white troops who eventually traveled 3000 miles trailing Geronimo through the torturous Sierra Madre Mountains. He finally succeeded in negotiating a surrender, under the terms of which Geronimo and his followers were exiled to confinement on a Florida reservation.

In 1890, the last uprising of the Sioux, known as the Ghost Dance, on the Lakota reservations brought Miles back into the field once more. His effort to restore peace throughout the area led to Sitting Bull's death and the massacre of 200 Sioux, which included women and children at Wounded Knee on December 29, 1890. Miles reacted to these developments by asserting U.S. authority over the Indians, believing that all Lakota should be placed under military control.

In 1894, Miles commanded the troops mobilized to put down the Pullman strike riots. He was named Commanding General of the U.S. Army in 1895, a post he held during the Spanish-American War. Miles commanded forces at Cuban sites such as Siboney, and after the surrender of Santiago de Cuba by the Spanish, he personally led the invasion of Puerto Rico, landing in Guánica. He served as the first head of the military government established on the island, acting as both head of the army of occupation and administrator of civil affairs. He achieved the rank of Lieutenant General in 1900 based on his performance in the war. Called a "brave peacock" by President Theodore Roosevelt, Miles retired from the service in 1903. He died at age 85 from a heart attack while taking his grandchildren to the circus. He was later buried at Arlington National Cemetery.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nelson_Miles

Good morning WA2K listeners and audience. I am up early hoping to hear or see something of the shuttle and hear about its safe landing.

Yit, again I would like to add that your information was really fabulous, and I am trying to understand why the government would ban the ritual?

It was very depressing to see that Peter Jennings died. ABC news simply will not be the same without that delightful man.

Song for the morning:





<instrumental strings intro>

I'll wake each morning and I'll promise to laugh
I'll say "Good morning" to your old photograph
Then I'll speak to you, dear, just as though you were here

When purple shadows start to welcome the dark
I'll take the same old stroll we took through the park
And I'll cling to you, dear, just as though you were here

But I know so well that distance and time will finally tear us apart
The farther you go, the longer you stay, the deeper the doubts in my heart

Each night before I wander off into sleep
I'll bring to light the tears I've buried so deep
Then I'll kiss you, my dear, just as though you were here

<instrumental break-horns, harp, and strings>

And when I hear a lonesome train, I'm afraid
I'll think of all those trips we never quite made
Fragile dreams that we planned
Then I'll reach for your hand
Just as though, just as though you were here

Well, I see that the hawk man flew in and I missed his bios and song. Thanks, Bob, for the Connie info, and I was particularly interested in your background on Nelson Miles. In line with Yit's info on the Thanksgiving Sundance, a tribute to Chief Joseph:




I Will Fight No More Forever

Surrender Speech by Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce

I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead. Toohulhulsote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led the young men is dead.
It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills and have no blankets, no food. No one knows where they are--perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead.
Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.

Folks, I know that we have read this before here on our radio station, but it seems appropriate again, no?

Well, listeners. It seems as though Discovery landing is postponed until tomorrow because of low cloud formation over the Cape. We won't feel right until they are safely back to earth.

Chief Joseph
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Chief Joseph

Chief Joseph (1840 - September 21, 1904) was a Nez Perce Chief, humanitarian, and peacemaker, best known for his principled resistance to the U.S. government's attempts to force the Nez Perce onto a reservation.


Chief Joseph was born in the Wallowa Valley of what is now northeastern Oregon. He was given the name Hinmaton-Yalaktit (Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt) or Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain but was known as Joseph, or Joseph the Younger, because his father had been baptized Joseph by a Christian missionary in 1838.

In Glimpses of California and the Missions, Helen Hunt Jackson recorded one early Oregon settler's tale of his encounter with Chief Joseph:

Why I got lost once, an' I came right on [Chief Joseph's] camp before I knowed it . . . 't was night, 'n' I was kind o' creepin' along cautious, an' the first thing I knew there was an Injun had me on each side, an' they jest marched me up to Jo's tent, to know what they should do with me . . .

Well, Jo, he took up a torch, a pine knot he had burnin', and he held it close't up to my face, and looked me up an' down, an' down an' up; an' I never flinched; I jest looked him up an' down 's good 's he did me; 'n' then he set the knot down, 'n' told the men it was all right, --I was`tum tum;' that meant I was good heart; 'n' they gave me all I could eat, 'n' a guide to show me my way, next day, 'n' I could n't make Jo nor any of 'em take one cent. I had a kind o' comforter o' red yarn, I wore round my neck; an' at last I got Jo to take that, jest as a kind o' momento.

Helen Hunt Jackson, Glimpses of California and the Missions, 1902, pages 278-279. California as I Saw It: First-Person Narratives, 1849-1900


An 1863 treaty took away their lands and forced the Nez Perce and their leader into a position of resistance. Though he consistently opposed war, when conflict became inevitable Chief Joseph and other leaders led the Nez Perce on a courageous retreat in 1877 for more than a thousand miles through Montana and Idaho. After a five-day siege only 30 miles from the Canadian border, he surrendered. In his final years, Chief Joseph spoke eloquently of the injustice of United States policy toward his people and held out hope that one day freedom and equality might come for Native Americans.


In 1871, Chief Joseph succeeded his father as Chief of the Wallowa band of Nez Perce. He inherited a volatile situation because some Nez Perce resisted the federal government's efforts to force them into a small Idaho reservation one tenth the size of their native lands. In 1877, after the cavalry threatened to attack, Chief Joseph and other leaders began the journey to the reservation. On a night that Chief Joseph was away from camp, a young Nez Perce man and his friends, avenging the killing of his father, attacked and killed a white settler. Immediately, the cavalry began to pursue Chief Joseph and other Nez Perce, and although he opposed war, he sided with the war leaders.

In 1873, Chief Joseph negotiated with the federal government to ensure his people could stay on their land in the Wallowa Valley as stipulated in 1855 and 1863 land treaties with the U.S. government. But, in a reversal of policy in 1877, General Oliver O. Howard threatened to attack if the Indians did not relocate to an Idaho reservation. Chief Joseph reluctantly agreed.

As they began their journey to Idaho, Chief Joseph learned that three young Nez Perce men, enraged at the loss of their homeland, had massacred a band of white settlers. Fearing U.S. Army retaliation, the chief began what is now known as one of the greatest American military retreats.

With 2,000 U.S. soldiers in pursuit, Chief Joseph led fewer than 300 Nez Percé Indians towards freedom at the Canadian border. For over three months, the Nez Perce outmaneuvered and battled their pursuers traveling over 1,000 miles across Oregon, Washington, Idaho, and Montana. General Howard, leading the opposing cavalry, was impressed with the skill with which they fought using advance and rear guard, skirmish lines and field fortifications. Finally, after a devastating five-day battle during freezing weather conditions with no food or blankets, Chief Joseph formally surrendered on October 5, 1877 in the Bear Paw mountains of Montana, 40 miles south of Canada (near Havre, Montana). It was here he uttered the famous line "Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever."

By the time Chief Joseph surrendered, more than 200 of his followers had died. His plight, however, did not end. Although the fearless leader negotiated a safe return home for his people, the Nez Percé instead were taken to eastern Kansas and then to a reservation in Indian Territory (now Oklahoma). In 1879, Chief Joseph went to Washington, D.C. to meet with President Rutherford B. Hayes and plead the case of his people. Finally, in 1885, Chief Joseph and his followers were allowed to return to a reservation in the Pacific Northwest, yet it was still far from their homeland in the Wallowa Valley.

Chief Joseph died in 1904, still in exile, on the Colville Reservation in Washington.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chief_Joseph

You know, Bob. I find myself wondering why the military didn't simply allow this man of great stature and character to cross over into Canada.

Well, listeners, we have a request for the following jazz ballad. (besides, I like it. )


Written by George and Ira Gershwin

There's a saying old says that love is blind,
Still were often told, "seek and you shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain girl I've had in mind
Looking everywhere, haven't found her yet
She's the big affair I cannot forget
Only girl I ever think of with regret
I'd like to add her initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherdess for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that she turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could always be good
To one who'll watch over me
Although I may not be the man some girls think of as handsome
To her heart I carry the key
Won't you tell her please to put on some speed, follow my lead
Oh, how I need someone who'll watch over me

There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that she turns out to be
Someone to watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although I may not be the man some girls think of as handsome
To her heart I carry the key
Won't you tell her please to put on some speed, follow my lead
Oh, how I need someone to watch over me.

I recall seeing a movie with that same title. Anyone remember it?

Good Morning WA2K.

I remember "Someone to Watch Over Me". That's one of the new movies. Tom Berenger, Mimi Rogers, Lorraine Bracco, Jerry Orbach. And that was the first time I ever really took notice of that beautiful duet Dôme épais le jasmin" from opéra-comique "LAKMÉ" which played in the background during one of the scenes.

And the birthdays for August 8 are:

1646 - Godfrey Kneller, German-born painter (d. 1723)
1673 - John Ker, Scottish spy (d. 1726)
1602 - Gilles de Roberval, French mathematician (d. 1675)
1693 - Laurent Belissen, French composer (d. 1762)
1694 - Francis Hutcheson, Irish philosopher (d. 1746)
1814 - Esther Morris, suffragist and the first U. S. woman judge (d. 1902)
1839 - General Nelson Miles, Indian fighter (d. 1925)
1866 - Matthew Henson, Arctic explorer
1879 - Emiliano Zapata, Mexican revolutionary (d. 1919)
1880 - Earle Page, eleventh Prime Minister of Australia (d. 1961)
1896 - Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, author (d. 1953) The Yearling1901 - Ernest O. Lawrence, American physicist, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1958)
1902 - Paul Dirac, English physicist, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1984)
1905 - André Jolivet, French composer (d. 1974)
1907 - Benny Carter, American musician and arranger (d. 2003)
1908 - Arthur Goldberg, American statesman, Supreme Court justice
1910 - Sylvia Sidney, actress (d. 1999)
1915 - James "Jumbo" Elliott, track coach (d. 1981)
1919 - Dino De Laurentiis, producer
1920 - Leo Chiosso, Italian lyricist
1921 - Webb Pierce, country singer (d. 1991)
1921 - Esther Williams, American actress and swimmer , author, The Million Dollar Mermaid
1921 - William Asher, film producer
1921 - John Herbert Chapman, British physicist
1921 - Vulimiri Ramalingaswami, Indian medical scientist
1922 - Rudi Gernreich, Austrian-born American fashion designer (d. 1985)
1922 - Rory Calhoun, actor (d. 1999)
1922 - Rafael Moreno Aranzadi, Spanish footballer (d. 1922)
1925 - Alija Izetbegovic, President of Bosnia-Herzegovina (d. 2003)
1927 - Johnny Temple, baseball player (d. 1994)
1931 - Sir Roger Penrose, British physicist
1932 - Mel Tillis, country singer
1936 - Donald P. Bellisario, television producer

1937 - Dustin Hoffman, actor (The Graduate, Midnight Cowboy, Tootsie, The Rain Man (Oscar); Kramer vs Kramer (Oscar), Marathon Man, Papillon;

1938 - Connie Stevens, singer and actress
1939 - Alexander Watson, American ambassador and diplomat
1944 - Peter Weir, Australian film director (Gallipoli, Witness, Dead Poet's Society, Fearless, The Truman Show, Master and Commander, et al)
1944 - Uli Derickson, Czech-born American flight attendant
1944 - Brooke Bundy, American actress
1949 - Keith Carradine, actor
1951 - Mamoru Oshii, Japanese film director
1952 - Jostein Gaarder, Norwegian author
1953 - Don Most American actor
1954 - Nigel Mansell, race car driver
1955 - Herbert Prohaska, Austrian football(soccer)-player
1956 - Branscombe Richmond, Native American actor
1958 - Deborah Norville, reporter and television host
1961 - The Edge, guitarist (U2)
1966 - Chris Eubank, boxer
1973 - Scott Stapp, singer (Creed)
1976 - J.C. Chasez, singer (*NSYNC)
1976 - Drew Lachey, singer
1980 - Sabine Klaschka, German tennis player
1980 - Pat Noonan, American striker
1981 - Vanessa Amorosi, Australian singer and songwriter
1981 - Roger Federer, Swiss tennis player