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It was NOT from the Portuguese Sonnets...

But Browning Pipp..ed me.

<smile> Well, listeners, here's our Francis back with the correct answer. Pretty good pun, too, Paris.

No, it wasn't Elizabeth, and you're right again.

In lieu of scotch, would you settle for a sonnet?

Well, Venus. I missed you, honey. Oh, yes. WA2K radio always calls on love. <smile>

And since I'm certain that France doesn't want Kennedy scotch, he must settle for this:



XXXIII. "Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear..."
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled
Into the music of Heaven's undefiled,
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,
While I call God---call God!---So let thy mouth
Be heir to those who are now exanimate.
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Yes, call me by that name,---and I, in truth,
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.

That will do.

That's good, Francis. Cause old Joe Kennedy made his big bucks rum runnin'.

Can you believe that folks? The man made his money on booze and ended up as ambassador to the Court of St. James.

from "Pippa Passes"
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world!

Robert Browning (1812-1889)
Pippa Passes (1841) pt. 1,l.221

and for our Eva. A little fun:



The moon never beams without bringing us dreams,
Of the beautiful Evabelle Lee.

And the stars never rise but we see the bright eyes,
Of the beautiful Evabelle Lee.

Here's a quiz songline, not too difficult I bet. The song was played on "Desert Island Discs" which I heard on the radio as I was bowling along the M6 in the car

"c/o of Wells & Fargo, Illinois..."

Well, McTag:






The Wells Fargo Wagon


(ALL)
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street
Oh please let it be for me
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street
I wish, I wish I knew what it could be


I got a box of maple sugar on my birthday


In March I got a gray mackinaw


And once I got some grapefruit from Tampa


Montgomery Ward sent me a bathtub and a crosscut saw


(ALL)
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' now
Is it a prepaid surprise or C.O.D.?

Where's my cheap scotch

watched a great documentary on the santa fe super chief this afternoon

On The Atchison Topeka And The Santa Fe
Bing Crosby

Do you hear that whistle down the line
I figure that it's engine number forty-nine
She's the only one that'll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

See the old smoke risin' 'round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts get the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Here she comes, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo
Hey Jim, you better get out the rig, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big

And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots of them been travellin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

------ instrumental break ------

Do you hear that whistle down the line
I figure that it's engine number forty-nine
She's the only one that'll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

See the old smoke risin' 'round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts get the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Here she comes, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo
Hey Jim, you better get out the rig, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots of them been travellin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
Doo-doo-da, The good old A.T. and the Santa Fe

Ah, dj. That is truly a train song, Canada. Thanks for that memory.

If someone else requests it, we will play more plane; trains; and automobiles. <smile>

As of this moment, there is another potential hurricane headed for Florida. Another woman, already.

Back later with more music and updates, folks.

Well, folks. This is for all you transportation people:

James Coffey's My Mama Was A Train.





The first thing I remember is waking up in an old boxcar
The smell of smoke from the burning coal
And the sound of the railway yard
I'll tell you a little tale...but it's kind of hard to explain
But I tell you now, it's the honest truth
My Mama was a train

She rocked me to sleep with her gentle sway
Underneath the bright starlight
She sang me a lovely lullaby with her whistle every night
She fed me milk from the tanker cars
And plenty of wheat and grain
And that's how you see, she took care of me
My Mama was a train

My night light was the moon and my pillow a pile of hay
I learned to read and write from the billboards along the way
She kept me warm in the winter time and dry in the summer rain
And until this day I am proud to say
My Mama was a train

The first thing I remember is waking up in an old boxcar
The smell of smoke from the burning coal
And the sound of the railway yard
I'll tell you a little tale...but it's kind of hard to explain
But I tell you now, it's the honest truth
My Mama was a train.

<smile>

Your takeoff on Annabel Lee was much appreciated, Miss Letty. But that was a poem about a dead woman. I am not dead...I just went away for a little while! (I promise to check in more often!)

Here's a frightening thought...(two more lines from Poe's verse...

"...the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee."

I do hope you're going to be all snug and safe tonight in Florida and the storm will pass you by. I'm going to go check the Weather Channel for their latest update. Back in a mo.....

Ah, good. It's expected to hit the Bahamas tomorrow and warnings are out for the Keys only. You should be safe this time, dear Letty.

Ah, Eva. That was so dear of you. We have so many wonderful friends and contributors on our radio.

And, honey. Poe was not all macabre and arabesque.I suspect he had some good times in his life.

Well, my friends, Letty is quite tired tonight, so I will say, "Goodnight, til it be morrow."

Blowing all a kiss.

From Letty with love

Letty gave an answer to this, but was incorrect.

No prizes have yet been won- so it's still up for grabs, listeners!

What is the well-known song from which that line is taken?

Good morning, WA2K fans and contributors.

McTag, I cheated and looked it up, so I'm not in the running. How is our favorite Brit today?

Just an early morning anecdote, listeners.

The young woman who was a part of my house painting trio told me an interesting story about a handicapped man that she cared for and tutored. He was born without arms and yet he could do anything. He played guitar remarkably well and was excellent at other endeavors. He recently had a new baby and told her:

He has arms! How very dear that was to hear.

Isn't it remarkable how some people can overcome the worst that life has to offer, folks?

Here is a question for those out there who are familiar with Andre Previn. I heard the most marvelous classical/jazz mix song on the radio last evening, and I think it was him with Ray Brown on bass. The song was Lullaby of Birdland combined with a beautifully executed classical piece that may have been improvised, but could be something from one of the great composers. If you have heard it, please confirm for me.





A Sunrise Song.


Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands
Pourest thy pilgrim's tale, discoursing still
Thy silver passages of sacred lands,
With news of Sepulchre and Dolorous Hill,

Canst thou be he that, yester-sunset warm,
Purple with Paynim rage and wrack desire,
Dashed ravening out of a dusty lair of Storm,
Harried the west, and set the world on fire?

Hast thou perchance repented, Saracen Sun?
Wilt warm the world with peace and dove-desire?
Or wilt thou, ere this very day be done,
Blaze Saladin still, with unforgiving fire?

Sidney Lanier

Doris Day - The Deadwood Stage, McT...

Good afternoon, Francis. I see that you will be gone for a fortnight, and we all wish you bon voyage, and hope that you will let us hear from you, if possible.

I will give Manchester a moment or two to tell you whether your answer is correct since it was his question.

Have you any request for a send off song, Paris?

Oh, the Deadwood Stage is a-rollin' out over the plains
With the curtains flappin' and the driver a-slappin' the reins......


well done to Francis.