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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 03:41 pm
Well, Walter. I've known several Germans in my life, but you are the best yet. <smile> Thanks, buddy.

This is similar, but I thought I add to yours:




Blackmail

Kenyon wrote that he was told that the term "Black Mail" came from the armor used in Medieval times. The armor which was worn was called maol and it became black (as described in black market). When the two knights were dueling and one attained the upperhand, he would give the other an alternative of life or death as the sword was pointed at his face. This was known as black mailing someone.

Andy in Scotland wrote: Centuries ago, Maol was the silver which was paid in rent in Scotland. Sheep and cattle stealers would steal the cattle and then try to legitimize the theft by threatening to keep the animals unless the owner paid them rent for the grazing the animals had while they were stolen. This became known as Black Maol or Blackmail. We Scots invented Blackmail, something to be proud of ??

Where's McTag. Come on, Manchester, answer up.
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Reyn
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 04:53 pm
Letty wrote:
and Good morning to you, Reyn. We are all following your collage with pleasure and interest, my dear.

Hi Letty! Just wanted to let you and your listeners know that I have now created a new thread called, "The new A2K Avatars Project, part 2" where folks will find the latest future updates. The link is HERE.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 05:02 pm
and Reyn is back, listeners. Looking ahead to our Reyn's new composition. Reyn, would you please change mine to read:

"but I thought I WOULD add to yours"...(that's for Walter) Razz
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 05:21 pm
Having My Picture Taken
Boomtown Rats

My camera,
Sees things my eyes can't see.
I have it focused,
From here to eternity.
Catch the moment, catch the light, catch your breath
Let me freeze your frame.
We'll synchronize machine and brain,
But don't mind me...
I'm having my picture taken.

I can choose
Each day who I want to be.
You can choose
Each day who you want to see,
We'll scan the crowd and pan the rounds of all those
Distant scenes,
Immortalize a slice of time,
Hey don't mind me...
I'm having my picture taken.

Flash: another instant in an instamatic,
Click: another reflex set on automatic,
Snap: another moment of the life dramatic,
You really should have been there it was so fantastic
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 05:45 pm
Little Neutrino
Klaatu

Across your open mind
I trace erratic lines
In motion and in time

I fought a battle won
To the surface of the sun
Through fires on and on

It's only you
It can't be me
For I myself refuse to be
I am someone you'll never know
I am the little neutrino

Solus is not far away
It's face is brighter than a day
So don't turn me away

It's only you
It can't be me
For I myself refuse to be
I am someone you'll never know
I am the little neutrino

And now I'm passing through
The one who is known as you
And yet, you'll never know I do
I really do
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 05:48 pm
ah, dj. I love that lens, Canada. Nothing negative about you, dear.


Aztec Camera Lyrics


Here Comes The Ocean

Words and music by roddy frame

Through the falling snow
Through the falling snow
Glides the electrical train
Bar acacia's closed
Draw my fingertips
Down the mountain stream
Trace your body and soul
In the window steam
Neon city burns harsh and bright
In my eyes, I'm compromised
Hurry me home

Through the falling snow
Through the falling snow
Flesh and bone, heart and mind
To the shore I go
Winter wonderland calls to my
Heart and I'm realised
Carry me home

She's the kinda girl who makes the darkness bright
Smiles toward the world and makes it all seem alright
Here comes the sea
Here comes the ocean
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 06:00 pm
here's one of my fave aztec camera songs


The Crying Scene
Aztec Camera

We were two in a million,
Stars like the ones in the sky,
A love scene and a vision,
We saw the world and we waved goodbye.
Watched the fireworks falling,
We kissed and innocence died.
The sound of certainty calling,
A world that wouldn't be satisfied.

Chorus:
You only get one hit, that's the beauty of it,
What's the good in crying?
It's always been that way, at the end of the day,
You gotta keep on trying.
Life's a one take movie and I don't care what it means,
I'm saving up my tears for the crying scene.

Tears fall and they haunt me,
The sad words of a song,
It's like necessity wants me,
Sometimes I long just to belong.
I dream of demons and money,
I see the straights in the rain,
I gotta keep on movin',
Before they drag me down again...

Chorus
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 06:18 pm
A dedication song:

A Song For You
Words & Music by Leon Russell
Recorded by The Carpenters, 1972

E7sus4 AM7 C#7
I've been so many places in my life and time,

F#m7 C#m7-5 Cdim B7
I've sung a lot of songs, I've made some bad rhyme,

D Cdim AM7/9 AM7
I've acted out my love in sta - ges

D Bm7-5 F#m7
With ten thousand people watching --

D9 Dm6 AM7 F#m7 B7 E7sus4 A
But we're alone now and I'm singin' this song for you.


E7sus4 AM7 C#7
I know your image of me is what I hope to be;

F#m7 C#m7-5 Cdim B7
I've treated you unkindly but baby can't you see

D Cdim AM7/9 AM7
There's no one more important to me?

D Bm7-5 F#m7
Baby can't you please see through me,

D9 Dm6 AM7 F#m7 B7 E7sus4 A
'Cause we're alone now and I'm singin' this song for you.



Bridge:

F#m C#7
You taught me precious secrets

A7 D9 Dm6 Bm7-5
Of the truth, withholdin' nothin',

E7/6 Cdim A G#7
You came out in front and I was hiding;

F#m C#7
But now I'm so much better,

D B7
And if my words don't come together,

D9 C#m7-5 F#7 Bm7 Bm7-5 E7sus4 E
Listen to the melody 'cause my love's in there, hi - ding.


E7sus4 AM7 C#7
I love you in a place where there's no space or time;

F#m7 C#m7-5 Cdim B7
I love you for my life, you are a friend of mine,

D Cdim AM7/9 AM7 D Bm7-5 F#m7
And when my life is o - ver, remember when we were together --

D9 Dm6 AM7 F#m7 B7 E7sus4 A
We were alone and I was singin' this song for you.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 06:23 pm
john prine had this to say about carpenters

Grandpa Was A Carpenter
John Prine

Grandpa wore his suit to dinner
Nearly every day
No particular reason
He just dressed that way
Brown necktie and a matching vest
And both his wingtip shoes
He built a closet on our back porch
And put a penny in a burned out fuse.

Chorus:
Grandpa was a carpenter
He built houses stores and banks
Chain smoked Camel cigarettes
And hammered nails in planks
He was level on the level
And shaved even every door
And voted for Eisenhower
'Cause Lincoln won the war.

Well, he used to sing me "Blood on the Saddle"
And rock me on his knee
And let me listen to radio
Before we got T.V.
Well, he'd drive to church on Sunday
And take me with him too!
Stained glass in every window
Hearing aids in every pew.

Repeat Chorus:

Now my grandma was a teacher
Went to school in Bowling Green
Traded in a milking cow
For a Singer sewing machine
She called her husband "Mister"
And walked real tall and pride
And used to buy me comic books
After grandpa died.

Repeat Chorus:
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 06:39 pm
Ah, dj. Love that song, because it brings back so many memories.

There is blood on the saddle,
There is blood on the ground,
And a great big puddle of blood all around

A cowboy lay dying,
His horsie was crying,
And that is the end of my tail/tale

swish, swish. Razz
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 06:52 pm
my grandfather was a carpenter, so the song has always been a fave of mine too
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 07:00 pm
here's a cowboy song with irish roots

Streets of Laredo
Johnny Cash

As I walked out on the streets of Laredo.
As I walked out on Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen,
Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.

"I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy."
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
"Come an' sit down beside me an' hear my sad story.
"I'm shot in the breast an' I know I must die."

"It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing.
"Once in the saddle, I used to go gay.
"First to the card-house and then down to Rose's.
"But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today."

"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin.
"Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall.
"Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to deaden the clods as they fall."

"Then beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly.
"Play the dead march as you carry me along.
"Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me,
"I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong."

"Then go write a letter to my grey-haired mother,
"An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
"But please not one word of the man who had killed me.
"Don't mention his name and his name will pass on."

When thus he had spoken, the hot sun was setting.
The streets of Laredo grew cold as the clay.
We took the young cowboy down to the green valley,
And there stands his marker, we made, to this day.

We beat the drum slowly and played the Fife lowly,
Played the dead march as we carried him along.
Down in the green valley, laid the sod o'er him.
He was a young cowboy and he said he'd done wrong.


it's sung to the tune of this irish traditional tune

The Bard Of Armagh
Traditional

Oh, list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old withered hand
But remember his fingers they once could move sharper
To raise up the memory of his dear native land

At a fair or a wake I could twist my shillelagh
Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw
And all the pretty colleens in the village or the valley
Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh

Oh, how I long to muse on the days of my boyhood
Though four-score and three years have flitted since then
But it bring sweet reflections as every young joy should
For the merry-hearted boys make the best of old men

And when Sergeant Death in his cold arms shall embrace me
Then lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go Bragh
By the side of my Kathleen, my young wife, then place me
And forget Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 07:23 pm
Ah, dj. a noble profession, dear. http://employees.oneonta.edu/farberas/arth/Images/110images/sl17_images/laTour_Carpenter.jpg

Leaving our station tonight, listeners, with a cowboy and a carpenter.



From Letty with love
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 07:26 pm
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling,---rejoicing,---sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.
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Diane
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 10:51 pm
The song, Having My Picture Taken, reminded me of a friend many years ago telling about taking pictures while out hunting. When they were developed, one pic had a large deer looking right at the lens, but he was so well integrated into the trees and brush that he wasn't visible to the naked eye. Way to go, deer!
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McTag
 
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Reply Sun 16 Oct, 2005 11:10 pm
We've got that picture hanging at home, the carpenter and his daughter with a candle. It is a favourite of mine.

I believe our copy is not the original, though.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 17 Oct, 2005 05:00 am
Jean Arthur
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Jean Arthur (October 17, 1900 (although sources also cite 1905 and 1908) - June 19, 1991) was an American actress. Born Gladys Georgianna Greene in Plattsburgh, New York, she became one of Hollywood's favorite screen comediennes.

Arthur debuted in the silent film Cameo Kirby in 1923, and made a few silent movies, although it was her distinctive nasal voice which eventually made her a star in the talkies. She was selected as one of the WAMPAS Baby Stars in 1929. In 1935 she starred opposite Edward G. Robinson in the gangster farce The Whole Town's Talking, and her popularity began to rise. It was her role opposite Gary Cooper in 1936 in Mr. Deeds Goes to Town that made her a star. She continued her fame by starring in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington in 1939, 1941's The Talk of the Town, and again in 1943 in The More the Merrier, for which she was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actress. She also was considered for the role of Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind.

Her career began to falter in the late 1940s, and eventually, she retired from the screen, her last role being in the Western classic Shane in 1953.

After retiring, she taught drama at Vassar College. She also returned to acting, albeit briefly, in a short-lived comedy on CBS in the mid-1960s.

She has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6331 Hollywood Blvd.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Arthur
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 17 Oct, 2005 05:06 am
Arthur Miller
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Arthur Asher Miller (October 17, 1915 - February 10, 2005) was an American playwright, essayist, and author. He was a prominent figure in American literature and cinema for over 60 years, writing a wide variety of plays. Miller's best-known works were The Crucible and Death of a Salesman, which are still widely studied and performed. He was also known for his short-lived marriage to Marilyn Monroe, who converted to Judaism for him.


Biography

Miller was born to moderately wealthy Jewish immigrants in New York. His father was a women's clothing manufacturer. His mother was a housewife and schoolteacher. He had a brother and a sister, Kermit Miller and Joan Miller, Joan became an actress known as Joan Copeland and has appeared in some of her brother's plays. His family was forced to move to Harlem.

Miller attended P.S. 24 in Harlem from 1920 to 1928, and saw his first play (a melodrama) in 1923 at the Schubert Theatre. At Abraham Lincoln High School near Coney Island, in Brooklyn, New York, Miller was a talented athlete and mediocre student. He was rejected by both the University of Michigan and the Cornell University. After graduating, he read works of Charles Dickens and Fyodor Dostoevsky and worked at a car parts warehouse. There Miller experienced a great deal of anti-Semitism, which would influence his later works (especially A Memory of Two Mondays). Miller put $13 of every $15 pay check he earned into a college fund and reapplied to the University of Michigan, where he was accepted in 1934.

At Michigan, Miller studied journalism and drama, becoming particularly interested in ancient Greek drama and the dramas of Henrik Ibsen. During spring break in 1936 (his sophomore year), he wrote his first work, No Villain (reportedly because of a contest offering a $250 prize, which he won). The play centered around a strike and the main character's inability to express himself, and won an Avery Hopwood Award, the first of two he received. Miller retained strong ties to his alma mater throughout the rest of his life, establishing the Arthur Miller Award in 1985 and Arthur Miller Award for Dramatic Writing in 1999, and lending his name to the Arthur Miller Theatre in the forthcoming Walgreen Drama Center. The University also honored its distinguished alumnus with an honorary Doctor of Humane Letters degree in 1956 and several tributes and symposia on his frequent returns to Ann Arbor.

In 1938, Miller received his bachelor's degree in English. In 1940, he married his college sweetheart, Mary Slattery (with whom he had two children, Jane and Robert). He was exempted from military service during World War II because of a football injury.

Miller's 1949 play Death of a Salesman won the Pulitzer Prize and three Tony Awards, as well as the New York Drama Critics Circle Award. It was the first play ever to win all three. His next play, The Crucible, opened on Broadway on January 22, 1953. In 1956, he divorced his wife. In June of the same year, he appeared before the House Un-American Activities Committee, having been named by Elia Kazan as having attended Communist Party meetings, and at the end of the month on June 29, he married Marilyn Monroe, whom he had met eight years earlier through Kazan. Monroe converted to Judaism for the marriage.

On May 31st, 1957, Miller was found guilty of contempt of Congress for refusing to reveal the names of members of a literary circle suspected of Communist affiliation. His conviction was reversed August 8, 1958, by the U.S. Court of Appeals. The same year, he published Collected Plays.

On January 24, 1961, Monroe was granted a divorce two months after Miller left her for Inge Morath, whom he married on February 17, 1962. They had met when she and other photographers from the Magnum Photos agency documented the making of The Misfits. They had two children, Rebecca, born that September, and Daniel. According to biographer Martin Gottfried, Daniel was born with Down Syndrome. Miller placed Daniel in an institution in Roxbury, Connecticut, and never visited him. Miller doesn't mention Daniel in Timebends, his 1987 autobiography, and the issue was ignored in the New York Times obituary[1] of February 11, 2005 (though it was reported in the Los Angeles Times and elsewhere). Rebecca Miller is a screenwriter, actor and director.

Miller was one of the original founders of International PEN's Writers in Prison committee, and in 1965 was elected the organization's president, a position he held for four years [2], [3].

In 1985, Miller visited Turkey and was honored at the American embassy. After his traveling companion Harold Pinter was thrown out of the country for discussing torture, Miller left in support.

On January 30, 2002, Inge Morath died. On May 1 the same year, Miller was awarded Spain's Principe de Asturias Prize for Literature as "the undisputed master of modern drama". Previous winners include Doris Lessing, Günter Grass and Carlos Fuentes.

In December 2004, the 89 year old Miller announced that he had been living with 34 year old artist Agnes Barley since 2002, and they were planning to marry. Within hours of his death, Barley had moved out of his house on orders of Miller's daughter Rebecca, who disapproved of the relationship.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Miller
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 17 Oct, 2005 05:13 am
Rita Hayworth
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Rita Hayworth (October 17, 1918 - May 14, 1987), whose real name was Margarita Carmen Cansino, was an American actress of Spanish and Irish descent, who reached fame during the 1940s. She was sometimes called "The Love Goddess" or "The Great American Love Goddess", and was celebrated as an expert dancer and as a great beauty.

First attracting attention of film producers as part of the dance team "The Dancing Cansinos", Hayworth was signed first by Fox studios, then free-lanced for several years before signing with Columbia. After a name change from Rita Cansino to Rita Hayworth, and painful electrolysis to raise her hairline, Rita made a splash as part of the ensemble cast in Howard Hawks' "Only Angels Have Wings". Her "other woman" part in Rouben Mamoulian's "Blood and Sand" solidified her new-found stardom. Her fame as a redhead first arose from this Technicolor film. A Bob Landry Life Magazine photograph released at this time added to her celebrity and became one of the most requested wartime pinups.

Hayworth's well-known films include the musicals that made her famous: You'll Never Get Rich (1941) and You Were Never Lovelier (1942) (both with Fred Astaire), and Cover Girl (1944) with Gene Kelly. Her erotic appeal was notable in Gilda (1946), which encountered some difficulty with censors.This role made her a cultural icon. Others include The Lady from Shanghai (1948), and the 1953 remake of Sadie Thompson. During the 1940's, she ranked with Betty Grable, Dorothy Lamour, and Lana Turner as one of the most popular pinup girls with servicemen.


Personal Life

Shy and reclusive in real life, Hayworth was the antithesis of the characters she played. She once complained that all the men she knew fell in love with Gilda, but woke up with her. She was close to her frequent co-star and next door neighbour Glenn Ford.

Hayworth was married five times: First with Edward C.Judson (1937-1943), then with actor-director Orson Welles (1943-1948) - (one daughter Rebecca Welles), then Prince Aly Khan (1949-1953) - (one daughter Princess Yasmin Aly Khan), then actor-singer Dick Haymes (1953-1955), and finally director James Hill (1958-1961).


Final Years

After about 1960, Hayworth suffered from early onset of Alzheimer's disease, which was not diagnosed until 1980; she continued to act in films until the early 1970s and made a well-publicized appearance on The Carol Burnett Show near the end of her career. Lynda Carter starred in a 1983 biopic of her life. She lived in an apartment at the San Remo in New York City. Following her death in 1987, she was interred in the Holy Cross Cemetery in Culver City, California.

Trivia

* A poster of Rita Hayworth was used as a plot device in Stephen King's short story, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption and later in the movie based on the story which starred Morgan Freeman and Tim Robbins, The Shawshank Redemption.

* Rita Hayworth placed 19th on the American Film Institute's list of the 25 greatest female movie stars of all time in 2001.

* In 2005, the White Stripes wrote a song titled "Take, Take, Take" on their album "Get Behind Me Satan" which humourously describes a man meeting Hayworth in a bar and pestering her for an autograph and a picture. She is also briefly mentioned in the song "White Moon" from the same album.

* In Salvador Plascencia's The People of Paper, Rita Hayworth is a sad, disenfranchised character. In the novel, she was made infamous for having sex with a cabbage picker.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rita_Hayworth
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Mon 17 Oct, 2005 05:18 am
Montgomery Clift
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Montgomery Clift (October 17, 1920 - July 23, 1966) was an American actor. Born in Omaha, Nebraska, Clift appeared on Broadway at the age of thirteen. He achieved success on the stage and starred there for ten years before moving to Hollywood, debuting in 1948's Red River opposite John Wayne. Along with Marlon Brando and James Dean, Clift was considered one of the most influential actors of his generation. Clift was also famous for his good looks and intense, penetrating eyes.

Clift was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actor that same year for The Search. He had a highly successful film career, performing in many Oscar-nominated roles and becoming a matinee idol for his good looks. His love scenes with Elizabeth Taylor in A Place In The Sun (1951) set the standard for romance in cinema. His signature roles were George Eastman in A Place in the Sun (1951) and Prewitt in From Here To Eternity (1953). Then he was off the screen for 4 years, until Raintree County in 1957. Amazingly, Clift was nominated for a best supporting actor Oscar for Judgment at Nuremberg in a role that only took up seven minutes of screen time. But his guilt over his hidden homosexuality led to alcoholism and drug use. In 1956, while filming Raintree County, he smashed his car into a tree, and only quick thinking by co-star Elizabeth Taylor, who pulled two teeth out of his throat to keep him from choking, saved his life. He needed reconstructive surgery on his face and returned to acting, although he could no longer play romantic leading roles.

He turned down the starring roles in East of Eden and Sunset Boulevard. However, he did appear in Wild River, a 1960 film listed in the United States National Film Registry.

Montgomery Clift died in 1966 at the age of 45 of a heart attack brought on by his severe drug and alcohol addictions. He was interred in the Quaker Cemetery, Brooklyn, New York.

The songs "Monty got a Raw Deal" by R.E.M. and "The Right Profile" by The Clash are about him, and even The Clash's live album was named for one of his films (From Here to Eternity). Clift is also brother-in-law to reputable Newsweek reporter Eleanor Clift.

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