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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 05:40 pm
I'm just getting warmed up, Gus. Thank you. That was a kind thing to say, so for you:


Artist: Murray Mclaughlin Tabs/Chords
Song: The Farmer Song Tab


A A6 A A6
Dusty old farmer out working your fields
A A6 E E/F#
Hanging down over your tractor wheels
E E/F# E E/F#
The sun beatin' down turns the red pain to orange
E E/F# A A6
And rusty old patches of steel
A A6 A A6
There's no farmer songs on that car radio
A A6 D
Just cowboys, truck drivers and pain
Bm A F#m
Well this is my way to say thanks for the meal
A E A A6
And I hope there's no shortage of rain


A A6 A A6
Chorus Straw hats and old dirty hankies
======= A A6 E E/F#
Mopin' a face like a shoe
E E/F# E E/F#
Thanks for the meal here's a song that is real
E E/F# A A6
From a kid from the city to you
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 05:47 pm
Ah, edgar. That reminds me of:

Just As Though You Were Here lyrics


<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
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gustavratzenhofer
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 05:50 pm
I would like some polka. Please.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 05:59 pm
of course, Gus:

In memory of Nat Cole and John Denver:

A country dance was being held in a garden
I felt a bump and heard an Oh, beg your pardon
Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams
All around a pug-nosed dream






The music started and was I the perplexed one
I held my breath and said May I have the next one
In my frightrnrd arms, polka dots and moonbeams
Sparkled on a pug-nosed dream

There were questions in the eyes of other dancers
As we floated over the floor
There were questions but my heart knew all the answers
And perhaps a few things more

Now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter
I know the meaning of the words ever after
And Ill always see polka dots and moonbeams
When I kiss my pug-nosed dream

Words by Johnny Burke, Music by Jimmy van Heusen
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 06:06 pm
The Beer Barrel Polka
(Brown-Tim-Vejvoda)


There's a garden, what a garden
Only happy faces bloom there
And there's never any room
For a worry or a gloom
There's music, and there's dancing
And a lot of sweet romancing
When they play the polka
They all get in the swing
Everytime you hear that Oom-pah-pah
Everbody feels so tra-la-la-la
They only want to come back for one thing
They crowd around and sing trolly-olly-ay
And you hear that rumble on the floor
It's a big (HA HA HA HA) surprise you're waiting for
Then all at once everybody, everybody, forms a ring
(Spoken: Come on everybody get up and form a ring. That's
the way, everybody get up and form a big ring. That's the way.
Then all at once you form a ring. Everybody get up and form a
ring. Here's a tenth of everybody....)
For miles around, you'll hear them sing

Roll out the barrel, We'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run
Zing Boom Terrara
Join in a glass of good cheer
Now it's time to roll the barrel
For the gang's all here (Spoken: Take it away boys!)
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 06:12 pm
Well, thank you, edgar. I misunderstood Gus' request.

And for our Aussie friends:

G'day
Aussie Songs

Home among the gum trees

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree


Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree,

Merry, merry king of the bush is he,

Laugh, Kookaburra, Laugh, Kookaburra,

Gay your life must be.



Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree

Eating all the gumdrops he can see

Stop, Kookaburra, Stop, Kookaburra

Leave some there for me.


Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree,

Counting all the monkeys he can see

Stop, Kookaburra, Stop, Kookaburra,

That's no monkey, that's me.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 06:24 pm
and for the world:

We Are The World


Written and composed by michael jackson and lionel richie
(usa for africa)

Lionel richie
There comes a time when we heed a certain call

Lionel richie & stevie wonder
When the world must come together as one

Stevie wonder
There are people dying

Paul simon
And it's time to lend a hand to life

Paul simon & kenny rogers
The greatest gift of all

Kenny rogers
We can't go on pretending day by day

James ingram
That someone, somewhere will soon make a change

Tina turner
We are all part of god's great big family

Billy joel
And the truth, you know, love is all we need

Chorus:
Michael jackson
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving

Diana ross
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives

Michael & diana ross
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

Dionne warwick
Send them your heart
So they'll know that someone cares

Dionne warwick & willie nelson
And their lives will be stronger and free

Willie nelson
As God has shown us by turning stones to bread

Al jarreau
So we all must lend a helping hand

Chorus:
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving

Bob dylan
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

Michael jackson
When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all

Huey lewis
But if you just believe there's no way we can fall

Cindy lauper
Well, well, well, well let us realize that a change can only come

Kim carnes
When we stand together as one

Chorus:
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving

There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving

There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

We are the world......
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 06:31 pm
We Are the World is a project organized by Harry Belafonte.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 06:33 pm
Venezuela

I met her in Venezuela
With a basket on her head.
And if she loved others she did not say
But I knew she'd do to pass away
To pass away the time in Venezuela.
To pass away the time in Venezuela.

I bought her a sash of blue
A beautiful sash of blue.
Because I knew that she could do
With all the tricks I knew she knew
To pass away the time in Venezuela.
To pass away the time in Venezuela.

Her lingo was strange, but the thought of her smile,
The thought of her beautiful smile.
Will haunt me and taunt me for many a mile
For she was my gal and she did the while
To pass away the time in Venezuela,
To pass away the time in Venezuela.

And when the wind was out to sea
The wind was out to see.
And she was taking leave of me
I said, "Cheer up. There'll always be
Sailors ashore in Venezuela.
Sailors ashore in Venezuela."
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 06:39 pm
in my cynical, youthful days (as opposed to my now much more mature cynical days), we used to sing the song as "we arm the world, we arm the children"
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 06:40 pm
edgar, I did not know that about Harry. Thanks, Texas.

and your Venezuela song is perfect.

Well, listeners, have we covered it all?

We have certainly attempted to include everyone here, and I think we have.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 06:44 pm
Laughing dj, you interjected just the right amount of reality. Thanks, Canada.

Well, I must run out for a late night supper.

This is cyber space, WA2K radio.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 11 Sep, 2005 07:15 pm
Well, listeners, it's dark here and the day would not be complete without a tribute to Americans. So, regardless of how we feel about the precursors to 9/11. here is a touching tribute that was written prior to a "date that shall go down in history"

Air and AA flights, the workers in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and all the innocent bystanders.

Our prayers go out to the friends and families of the deceased.

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

That's Letty's goodnight to all of you from all of us.

and, of course, with love.
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Mon 12 Sep, 2005 12:36 am
Good morning, all!

I've thought , this could be some help for my dear co-listeners :wink:

Quote:
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Have a nice start in the - and wonderful - week!
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 12 Sep, 2005 02:48 am
H. L. Mencken
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Henry Louis Mencken (September 12, 1880 - January 29, 1956), better known as H. L. Mencken was a twentieth century journalist and social critic, a cynic and a freethinker, known as the "Sage of Baltimore" and the "American Nietzsche". He is often regarded as one of the most influential American writers of the early 20th century.

Life

Mencken was born in Baltimore, Maryland, the son of a cigar factory owner of German extraction. Having moved into the new family home at 1524 Hollins Street when he was three years old, he lived in the house for the rest of his life, apart from five years of married life. He became a reporter for the Baltimore Morning Herald in 1899, and moved to The Baltimore Sun in 1906. At this point in time, he had also begun writing editorial columns that demonstrated the author he would soon become. On the side, he wrote short stories, a novel and even poetry (which he later reviled). In 1908 he also began writing as a literary critic for the magazine The Smart Set. Together with George Jean Nathan, Mencken founded and edited The American Mercury, published by Alfred A. Knopf, in January of 1924. It soon had a national circulation and became highly influential on college campuses across America.

Mencken is perhaps best remembered today for The American Language, his exhaustive, multi-volume study of how the English language is spoken in the United States, and his scathingly satirical reporting on the prosecution, judge, jury, and venue of the Scopes trial, which he is credited for naming the "Monkey" trial.

Among Mencken's influences were Rudyard Kipling, Friedrich Nietzsche, Joseph Conrad, and especially Mark Twain.

In his capacity as editor and "man of ideas" Mencken became close friends with the leading literary figures of his time, including Theodore Dreiser, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Alfred Knopf, as well as a mentor to several young reporters, including Alistair Cooke.

Mencken was an outspoken defender of freedom of conscience and civil rights, an opponent of persecution and of injustice and of the puritanism and self-righteousness that masks the oppressive impulse. As a nationally syndicated columnist and author of numerous books he notably assaulted America's preoccupation with fundamentalist Christianity, attacked the "Booboisie," his word for the ignorant middle classes: "No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American middle class." Mencken heaped scorn not only upon self-serving public officials but the contemporary state of American democracy itself. It was hard to counter him without appearing lame: in 1931, the legislature of the state of Arkansas passed a motion to pray for Mencken's soul, after he had raised the state to the "apex of moronia".

Mencken sometimes took positions in his essays more for shock value than for deep-seated conviction, such as his essay arguing that the Anglo-Saxon race was demonstrably the most cowardly in human history, published at a time when much of his readership considered Anglo-Saxons the noble pinnacle of civilization. He captivated young intellectuals with total assurance and a delightfully hateful, but no less erudite style.

Most commentators regard his views as libertarian, but some of Mencken's writing displays elitism, and at times a pronounced racist element in excess of early-twentieth century Social Darwinist thought:

"The educated Negro of today is a failure, not because he meets insuperable difficulties in life, but because he is a Negro. His brain is not fitted for the higher forms of mental effort; his ideals, no matter how laboriously he is trained and sheltered, remain those of a clown.".



In addition to these allegations, Mencken has been referred to as anti-Semitic and misogynistic. Many of these charges appear to be at least superficially accurate, and Mencken went on the record in many places dismissing Hitler as "hardly more than a common Ku Kluxer." Another allegation levelled against him was that he was frequently obsessed with the importance of social status or class. For example, Mencken broke off a relationship of many years with his lover, Marion Bloom, when they were arranging to be married. Critics saw this as being due to Bloom being insufficiently wealthy, upper-class, and sophisticated for him. Mencken however claimed he ended the relationship because she converted to Christian Science.

Despite the allegations of racism and elitism, Mencken sometimes acted in a manner which tended to upset such views about his character. For example, the most published author during his tenure as editor of The Smart Set was a woman; he helped Jews escape from Nazi Germany during World War II; and on several occasions, Mencken referred to African-Americans as being the equal of whites, in stark contrast to his other overtly racist comments.

Mencken suffered a cerebral thrombosis in 1948, from which he never fully recovered. Ironically, and unfortunately, the damage to his brain left him fully conscious and aware but unable to read or write. In his later years he enjoyed listening to classical music and talking with friends, but he sometimes referred to himself in the past tense as if already dead.

Mencken was, in fact, preoccupied with how he would be perceived after his death, and he spent this period of time organizing his papers, letters, newspaper clippings and columns. His personal materials were released in 1971, 1981, and 1991 (starting 15 years after his death), and were so thorough they even included grade-school report cards. Hundreds of thousands of letters were included - the only omissions were strictly personal letters received from women.

He died in 1956 at the age of 75, and was interred in the Loudon Park Cemetery in Baltimore, Maryland. His epitaph reads:

If after I depart this vale you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner, and wink your eye at some homely girl.

Mencken suggested this epitaph in The Smart Set. After his death, it was inscribed on a plaque in the lobby of The Baltimore Sun. The well-known journalist P. J. O'Rourke called Mencken the "...creator of a new and distinct style of journalism I like to call 'big-city smartass.'"


Race issues

While it is true his essays are sprinkled liberally with epithets that any respectable author of today would deplore ("blackamoor," "niggero," "coon"), Mencken's life, beliefs, and writings show his views to be much more nuanced and progressive than those of most whites of the era. Mencken, as a libertarian, believed men should be measured as individuals, rather than categorized on the basis of race, and with remarkable consistency he accorded respect and friendship to individuals he deemed superior or excellent within their communities. Mencken considered the African-American intellectual George Schuyler to be a life-long friend ?-rare in any case, considering Mencken's infamous capacity for personal criticism. On the other hand, while Mencken was fair to individuals, he was deeply negative in regard to social groups and other groupings of people, and ethnic groups were no exception. The balance of abuse meted out by Mencken to races, religions, and groups is overwhelmingly skewed against the "dominant" groups, such as Southern Whites, Christians (especially of the Methodist or Baptist persuasion), and even German immigrants, with whom Mencken shared his heritage.

Instead of arguing that one race or group was superior to another (like modern White supremacists), Mencken believed that every community?- whether the community of train porters, African-Americans, newspapermen, or artists ?- produced a few people of clear superiority. He considered groupings on a par with heirarchies, which led to a kind of natural elitism and aristocracy. "Superior" individuals, in Mencken's view, were those wrongly oppressed and disdained by their own communities, but nevertheless distinguished by their will and personal achievement ?-not by race or birth. Of course, based on his heritage, achievement, and work ethic, Mencken considered himself a member of this group.

Overall, Mencken engaged the African-American community with a respect, honesty, and lack of condecension absent from the racists of the day and even the progressive white advocates. Hence to call Mencken "racist" is perhaps simplistic?- in many respects he was far ahead of his time in expressing an appreciation of African-American culture ?-in the balance, his writings are thought have had a positive influence on society rather than a negative one.

Mencken, in his legendary salvo against Southern American culture, "The Sahara of the Bozart", argued that the whole Confederate region fell into cultureless savagery and backwardness after the Civil War?- with the exception of the African-American community. In what was an audacious (and seriously intended) argument, Mencken claimed Southern blacks were actually the heirs and descendents of the talented aristocrats?- by way of mistresses! Further Mencken opined that this community was the only site of cultural vitality or activity whatsoever, in spite of being hindered by the barbaric oppression of a culture that condoned and enforced Jim Crow laws and still tacitly sanctioned lynching.

The most authoritative work on this subject is Charles Scruggs' book, "The Sage in Harlem" ?- a survey of Mencken's influence on and support of African-American intellectuals. Mencken, as the editor and main creative force behind The American Mercury magazine, was responsible for publishing more black authors than any other publication of its stature ?-certainly more than any other white dominated publication. The articles by African-Americans ranged from a Pullman Porter's account of life in that occupation to sophisticated articles by important black thinkers.


Style

Perhaps Mencken's most important contribution to American letters is his satirical style. Mencken, influenced heavily by Mark Twain and Jonathan Swift, believed the lampoon was more powerful than the lament; his hilariously overwrought indictments of nearly every subject (and more than a couple that were unmentionable at the time) are certainly worth reading as examples of fine craftsmanship, even if their content is uneven and their views highly dated.

The Mencken style influenced many writers; American author Richard Wright described the power of Mencken's technique (his exposure to Mencken would inspire him to become a writer himself). In his autobiographical Black Boy, Wright recalls his reaction to A Book of Prefaces and one of the volumes of the Prejudices series:

I was jarred and shocked by the clear, clean, sweeping sentences ... Why did he write like that? I pictured the man as a raging demon, slashing with his pen ... denouncing everything American ... laughing ... mocking God, authority ... This man was fighting, fighting with words. He was using words as a weapon, using them as one would use a club ... I read on and what amazed me was not what he said, but how on earth anybody had the courage to say it. (Quoted from Scruggs, pg. 1)

Mencken was at the top of his game in the 1920s, when a backlash against WWI-era superpatriotism and government expansion (exemplified in the Palmer Raids) produced many overtly anti-American protests by literati, among whom Mencken was arguably the most pugnacious. The "anti-American" label is an epithet today (and to a lesser degree in Mencken's time); the term is not used here to defame HLM. He would have delighted in being called "anti-American"; his contrarian spirit and envy of more cultured states (Germany especially) compelled him to mount unapologetically scathing attacks on nearly all aspects of American culture.

In his classic essay "On Being an American" (published in his Prejudices: Third Series), Mencken fires a salvo at American myths. The following choice quote displays his amusing take on why the United States is the "Land of Opportunity", and segues into a laundry-list of national pathologies as he sees them:

Here the business of getting a living ... is enormously easier than it is in any other Christian land?-so easy, in fact, that an educated and forehanded man who fails at it must actually make deliberate efforts to that end. Here the general average of intelligence, of knowledge, of competence, of integrity, of self-respect, of honor is so low that any man who knows his trade, does not fear ghosts, has read fifty good books, and practices the common decencies stands out as brilliantly as a wart on a bald head, and is thrown willy-nilly into a meager and exclusive aristocracy. And here, more than anywhere else I know of or have heard of, the daily panorama of human existence, of private and communal folly?-the unending procession of governmental extortions and chicaneries, of commercial brigandages and throat-slittings, of theological buffooneries, of aesthetic ribaldries, of legal swindles and harlotries, of miscellaneous rogueries, villainies, imbecilities, grotesqueries and extravagances?-is so inordinately gross and preposterous, so perfectly brought up to the highest conceivable amperage, so steadily enriched with an almost fabulous daring and originality, that only the man who was born with a petrified diaphragm can fail to laugh himself to sleep every night, and to awake every morning with all the eager, unflagging expectation of a Sunday-school superintendent touring the Paris peep-shows.

Whether the reader agrees with Mencken or finds him infuriatingly coarse and incorrect, all can observe his technique with profit; it is rare in contemporary discourse. The criticisms he poses are nearly the same as those of famous literary expatriates including Richard Wright, Ernest Hemingway, and F. Scott Fitzgerald; the injustices (or at least incongruities) are the same ones fought by period Muckraker journalists such as Lincoln Steffens and Ida Tarbell. However, instead of decrying the "daily panorama of human existence, of private and communal folly" and calling for reform or improvement, Mencken says he is "entertained" by them. On its face, this approach displays a crass indifference and total lack of compassion; Mencken admitted as much, as it was part of his personal philosophy: a kind of fierce libertarianism inspired by a Nietzschean contempt for the "improvers of mankind", a social darwinist outlook derived from Herbert Spencer and William Graham Sumner, and a "Tory" elitism.

The power of satire comes from the transformation of enemies and villains into a source of entertainment; they are reduced from powerful people to be contended with into farcical creatures deserving of mockery. Black journalist and Mencken contemporary James Weldon Johnson celebrated this technique as a way of fighting racism without stooping to the level of Jim Crow enforcers and the Ku Klux Klan:

Mr. Mencken's favorite method of showing people the truth is to attack falsehood with ridicule. He shatters the walls of foolish pride and prejudice and hypocrisy merely by laughing at them; and he is more effective against them than most writers who hurl heavily loaded shells of protest and imprecation.

What could be more disconcerting and overwhelming to a man posing as everybody's superior than to find that everybody was laughing at his pretensions? Protest would only swell up his self-importance. (quoted from Scruggs, pg. 57)

Mencken, in "On Being an American" called the United States "... incomparably the best show on Earth..."; he clearly took joy in covering religious controversies, political conventions, and unearthing new "quackeries" (among his favorite targets are the Baptist and Methodist churches, Christian Science, Chiropractics, and most of all, Puritanism).

It is no coincidence he regarded Adventures of Huckleberry Finn to be the finest work of American literature; much of that book details episodes of gullible and ignorant people being swindled by Confidence Men like the (deliberately) pathetic "Duke" and "Dauphin" roustabouts with whom Huck and Jim travel down the Mississippi River. These scam-artists swindle country "boobs" (as Mencken referred to them); by posing as enlighened speakers on temperance (to obtain the funds to get roaring drunk), pious "saved" men seeking funds for far off evangelistic missions (to pirates on the high seas, no less), and learned doctors of phrenology (who can barely spell). The book can be read as a story of America's hilarious dark side, a place where democracy, as defined by Mencken, is "... the worship of Jackals by Jackasses."

One of the disadvantages of slashing satire is that it does only that: slash. Alfred Kazin called Mencken's criticisms impotent since "Every Babbitt read him gleefully and pronounced his neighbor a Babbitt" -- they permitted a circular firing squad of self-righteous viciousness. (A Babbitt is a now-rare epithet derived from the Sinclair Lewis book of the same name; it can be loosely defined as an uncultured, "square", typically middle-aged and middle-class businessman characterized by timidity and ignorance of their philistinism.) Critics must walk a thin line between declaring "The Emperor has no clothes" (a fine service to all), and going too far by furiously tearing the clothes off of undeserving bystanders. Mencken tended to go too far as matter-of-course; consequently he was the first to say what needed to be said in his criticisms of lynching, World War I-era civil liberties abuses, and especially the dismally moral and philistine American arts. On the other hand, this extremism left him with a body of work filled with unsubtle reviews of the subtle and scores of openly vicious statements about all ethnicities.

This viciousness was summed up in the play Inherit the Wind, a fictionalized version of the Scopes Monkey Trial. As the story ends, the protaganist tells Hornbeck (the character representing Mencken):

You never push a noun against a verb without trying to blow up something.

In a 26 July 1920 article in the Baltimore Evening Sun, Mencken wrote about the difficulties of good men reaching national office when such campaigns must necessarily be conducted remotely:

The larger the mob, the harder the test. In small areas, before small electorates, a first-rate man occasionally fights his way through, carrying even the mob with him by force of his personality. But when the field is nationwide, and the fight must be waged chiefly at second and third hand, and the force of personality cannot so readily make itself felt, then all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre ?- the man who can most easily adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum.

The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.

The final sentence of this article was used often by detractors of President George W. Bush during the 2004 US Presidential Election as a justification for their animosity against him.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H._L._Mencken
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 12 Sep, 2005 02:59 am
Maurice Chevalier
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Maurice Chevalier (September 12, 1888 - January 1, 1972) was a French actor and popular entertainer. He was born in Paris, France in 1888 and made his name as a star of musical comedy, appearing in public as a singer and dancer at an early age.
Maurice Chevalier often wore a boater hat, tilted to the side.
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Maurice Chevalier often wore a boater hat, tilted to the side.

It was in 1901 that he first began in show business at the tender age of 13. He was singing at a cafe for free when a well-known member of the theater saw him and suggested that he try out for a local musical. He did, and got the part.

In 1909 he became the partner of the biggest female star in France at the time, Mistinguett at the Folies Bergére: they eventually became long-time lovers.

During World War I, he entered the armed services, was shot in the back, won the Croix de Guerre and became a prisoner of war.

After the war he became popular in Britain, and began a film career. He also made his first attempt at a career on Broadway, but he had to give up performing for several months because of a mental breakdown. By 1929 he had recovered and moved to Hollywood, where he landed his first American film role in Innocents of Paris. In 1930, Chevalier was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actor, for two roles: The Love Parade and The Big Pond.

He returned to France in 1935, and spent most of World War II in seclusion, though he made brief appearances, on one occasion as part of a prisoner exchange. After the war it was alleged that he had been a collaborator with the Vichy regime, though these claims were disputed and he was formally acquitted.

By the 1950s and 1960s, he rediscovered his popularity with new audiences, appearing in the movie musical, Gigi (1958) with Leslie Caron and Hermione Gingold, with whom he shared the song "I Remember It Well", and several Walt Disney films.

Chevalier's trademark was a casual straw hat, which he always wore on stage with his tuxedo. He has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 1651 Vine Street. The Marx Brothers used Chevalier's image in a famous sequence from the film Monkey Business. They stole his passport and each brother impersonated Chevalier, complete with boater hat, to get off a boat they had stowed away on. Each brother sang "If A Nightingale Could Sing Like You" in his own manner, with Harpo Marx using a record player on his back for his version.

Maurice Chevalier died on January 1, 1972 at 83, and was interred in the cemetery of Marnes la Coquette in Hauts-de-Seine, France.

Maurice Chevalier's trademark laugh is transcribed as "Onh-onh-onh".

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


I'm Glad I'm Not Young Anymore
Performed by Maurice Chevalier

HONORЙ:
Poor boy!
Poor boy!
Down hearted and depressed and in a spin
Poor boy!
Poor boy!
Oh, youth can really do a fellow in!

How lovely to sit here in the shade
With none of the woes of man and maid
I'm glad I'm not young anymore.
The rivals that don't exist at all.
The feeling you're only two feet tall.
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore.

No more confusion
No morning-after surprise.
No more self delusion
That when you 're telling those lies
She isn't wise...
And even if love comes through the door
The can that goes on forevermore.
Forever more is shorter than before.
Oh, I'm so glad that I'm not young anymore.

The tiny remark that tortures you
The fear that your friends won't like her too
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore
The longing to end the stale affair
Until you find out she doesn't care
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore.

No more frustration
No star-crossed lover am I
No aggravation
Just one reluctant reply
"Lady, goodbye!"

The fountain of youth
Is --
Methuselah is my patron saint
I've never been so comfortable before
Oh, I'm so glad that I am not young anymore!
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Margaret Hamilton
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Margaret Hamilton (December 9, 1902 - May 16, 1985) was an American film actress.

Born in Cleveland, Ohio, Hamilton was a schoolteacher who turned to acting, making her screen debut in 1933 in Zoo in Budapest. She appeared in such films as These Three (1936), Saratoga and Nothing Sacred (both 1937), and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1938).

In 1939, she played the role of the Wicked Witch of the West opposite Judy Garland's Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz and created not only her most famous role, but one of the screen's most memorable villains. Hamilton's effective and frightening portrayal during audition eventually secured her the role over the originally cast, but more glamorous, Gale Sondergaard. During the actual filming, Hamilton suffered severe burns when the trapdoor elevator she was riding on the soundstage malfunctioned during her fiery exit from Munchkinland. Hamilton had to recuperate in a hospital and at home for six weeks after the accident before returning to the set to complete her work on the now-classic film, albeit refusing to have anything to do with fire, requiring a stand-in.

She appeared regularly in supporting roles in films until the early 1950s, and sporadically thereafter. Hamilton starred in a now-forgotten film noir from one of the "poverty row" studios, entitled Bungalow 13 (1948), which co-starred Richard Cromwell. During the 1960s and 1970s she appeared on television, and had a small role in the made-for-TV film The Night Strangler (1973). She continued acting regularly until 1979, and was often asked about her experiences on the set of The Wizard of Oz. Hamilton said she sometimes worried about the effect that her monstrous film role had on children. It should be noted that in real life Hamilton dearly loved children and gave generously to charities benefitting them. She often joked about children coming up to her and asking her why she had been so mean to poor Dorothy. She appeared on an episode of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, where she explained to children that she was only playing a role.

Hamilton was married briefly in the 1930s and had one son, whom she raised on her own.

Throughout the 1970s, Hamilton lived in New York City's Gramercy Park neighborhood and appeared on local TV ads for organizations promoting the welfare of companion animals. She eventually moved to Salisbury, Connecticut and died there in 1985 from a heart attack at the age of 82.

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

Ding Dong! The Witch is Dead!


Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.

Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead. She's gone where the goblins go,
Below - below - below. Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know
The Wicked Witch is dead!
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George Jones
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George Glenn Jones (born September 12, 1931), nicknamed The Possum, is an American country singer known for his distinctive voice and phrasing that frequently evoke the raw emotions caused by grief, unhappy love, and emotional hardship. He is second to Eddy Arnold in the number of songs he had has on the country charts. Since at least the early 1980s he has frequently been referred to as "the greatest living country singer." Almost as often he is called "the Rolls-Royce of country singers." Frank Sinatra once called him "the second best white male singer."

Jones was born with a broken arm in Saratoga, Texas and grew up in the settlements north of Beaumont around the Big Thicket. By age 24, he had been married twice, served in the Marines, and developed his skills as a country musician and singer. "Why Baby Why" was his first top-five hit in 1955.

Jones' drinking was legendary and for a great part of his life he woke up to a Bloody Mary and spent the rest of the day drinking bourbon. In the mid 1970s he added cocaine to whiskey. His self-destructive bent brought him close to death and from the height of fame in the '70s to the inside of a mental hospital in Alabama at the end of the decade. During this period, he missed so many booked engagements that he was known as "No-Show" Jones.

His third wife, Tammy Wynette, was the passion of his life. The pair were married in 1969 and performed a string of duets together but Tammy could not keep him off the booze and after a turbulent relationship the couple divorced in 1975. It was his fourth (and present) wife, Nancy Sepulvado, whom Jones credits for rescuing him from the bottle. The pair were married in 1983 and they live outside the town of Franklin, Tennessee.

In his biography I lived to Tell It All, published in 1996, Jones sets out a chronicle of his life and his bad behaviour.

Despite the hard living, hard drinking past, George Jones continues to make albums and play to his loyal fans. He spends up to 165 days a year on the road.

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

George Jones
White Lightning
Written by - Jape Richardson
From - White Lightning and Other Favorites

Well, down in Houston, Texas, way back in the hills
Me and my Pappy Daddy had a hand in a still
We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
Then fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin, Pappy's corn squeezin'
White lightnin'

Well, the G-men, T-men, the Revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin' to book him
But Pappy kept a-cookin'
White lightnin'

Well, I asked my Pappy Daddy why he called his brew
White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started crashin'
My goodness, white lightnin'

Well, the G-men, T-men, the Revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin' to book him
But Pappy kept a-cookin'
White lightnin'
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 12 Sep, 2005 06:06 am
Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors. What a lovely day it promises to be here, and I hope all is well in your little corner of the world.

Walter, that is a fantastic site. Where do you come up such unusual material for all of our listeners? Maim that tune? Well, Germany, it has been done. Razz

Bob, for once I was familiar with every single subject of your bios.

Mencken is one of my favorites, Boston. His observation about language is what tuned me in to the sound as opposed to the meaning.

If I could compare Mencken to anyone here, it would be Gus. <smile>
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Mon 12 Sep, 2005 06:14 am
Good morning W2K.

Today's birthdays:

1449 - Lorenzo de Medici, Italian politician (d. 1492)
1494 - King Francis I of France (d. 1547)
1575 - Henry Hudson, Dutch explorer
1605 - William Dugdale, English antiquarian (d. 1686)
1688 - Ferdinand Brokoff, Czech sculptor (d. 1731)
1690 - Peter Dens, Belgian Catholic theologian (d. 1775)
1812 - Richard Hoe, American inventor and industrialist (d. 1886)
1818 - Richard Gatling, American weapons inventor (d. 1903)
1880 - H. L. Mencken, American journalist and author (d. 1956)
1888 - Maurice Chevalier, French singer and actor (d. 1972)
1891 - Don Pedro Albizu Campos, advocate for Puerto Rican independence (d. 1965)
1892 - Alfred A. Knopf, American publisher (d. 1984)
1897 - Irene Joliot-Curie, French physicist, recipient of the Nobel Prize in Chemistry (d. 1956)
1901 - Ben Blue, Canadian actor and comedian (d. 1975)
1902 - Margaret Hamilton, American actress (d. 1985)
1913 - Jesse Owens, American athlete (d. 1980)
1914 - Desmond Llewelyn, Welsh actor (d. 1999)
1915 - Frank McGee, American journalist (d. 1974)
1916 - Tony Bettenhausen, American race car driver (d. 1961)
1921 - Stanisław Lem, Polish writer
1931 - Sir Ian Holm, English actor
1931 - George Jones, American singer
1934 - Glenn Davis, American athlete
1937 - George Chuvalo, Canadian boxer
1940 - Mickey Lolich, baseball player
1942 - Linda Gray, American actress
1943 - Maria Muldaur, American singer
1943 - Michael Ondaatje, Sri Lankan-born writer
1944 - Leonard Peltier, American activist
1944 - Barry White, American singer (d. 2003)
1951 - Joe Pantoliano, American actor
1952 - Neil Peart, Canadian musician and author
1954 - Peter Scolari, American actor
1955 - Neil Jeffery English Person
1956 - Ricky Rudd, American race car driver
1957 - Rachel Ward, English actress
1958 - Wilfredo Benitez, American boxer
1963 - Amy Yasbeck, American actress
1966 - Ben Folds, American musician
1967 - Pat Listach, baseball player
1973 - Paul Walker, American actor
1973 - Darren Campbell, British athlete
1978 - Ruben Studdard, American singer
1980 - Yao Ming, Chinese basketball player
1980 - Sean Burroughs, baseball player
1983 - Jeremy Bass, student wikipedia editor
1986 - Emmy Rossum, American actress and singer

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