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msolga, how delightful to see you back here at the studio. You must write us another commercial. Be certain and check out the WWI song which was done especially for you.

Raggedy, once again you have done a fabulous job of keeping our listeners up to date on who is who in birthdaydom. Betty White was the funniest thing in "Lake Placid" that I have ever seen. What a woman.

And, listeners, Moira Shearer was awesome in the Red Shoes, a movie of eerie and Faust like proportions.

poem of the day here on WA2K:

Departmental
by Robert Frost 1936 ()

An ant on the tablecloth
Ran into a dormant moth
Of many times his size.
He showed not the least surprise.
His business wasn't with such.
He gave it scarcely a touch,
And was off on his duty run.
Yet if he encountered one
Of the hive's enquiry squad
Whose work is to find out God
And the nature of time and space,
He would put him onto the case.
Ants are a curious race;
One crossing with hurried tread
The body of one of their dead
Isn't given a moment's arrest-
Seems not even impressed.
But he no doubt reports to any
With whom he crosses antennae,
And they no doubt report
To the higher-up at court.
Then word goes forth in Formic:
"Death's come to Jerry McCormic,
Our selfless forager Jerry.
Will the special Janizary
Whose office it is to bury
The dead of the commissary
Go bring him home to his people.
Lay him in state on a sepal.
Wrap him for shroud in a petal.
Embalm him with ichor of nettle.
This is the word of your Queen."
And presently on the scene
Appears a solemn mortician;
And taking formal position,
With feelers calmly atwiddle,
Seizes the dead by the middle,
And heaving him high in air,
Carries him out of there.
No one stands round to stare.
It is nobody else's affair
It couldn't be called ungentle
But how thoroughly departmental

Just had to share this, listeners, after culling through all the political and spiritual threads. Don' you just love the word "atwiddle"?

That is clever wordsmithery, reminiscent to my ear of some of the works of W S Gilbert. (of which I may bring you a sample by-and-by)

Looking forward to it, McTag. We all would enjoy G&S.

Good morning, Letty & friends!

As I'm taking my morning walk (soon) I'll consider an advertisement to post here.

Thank you for the song, Letty. Lovely!

Only for you, my luddite friend, only for you.

Now where is the HMS Pinafore?

Listener request: At some time during this day I would like to hear Letty singing one of her favourite jazz numbers. Now that would be good!

I do have an image of Letty sitting on a grand piano, whisky or brandy glass by her side, doing some Ella tune. It would be great to hear!

TWO request now! (Good morning, rjb! )

More?

Ah, msolga and RJB, I have been to a piano bar, but it wasn't all that grand:


(key of Bflat)

The more I see you
The more I want you
Somehow this feeling
Just grows and grows
With every sigh I become
More mad about you
More lost without you
And so it goes
Can you imagine
How much I love you
The more I see you
As years go by
I know the only one for me
Can only be you
My arms won't free you
And my heart won't try

Just put your tip in the glass jar on the table.

Back to G&S. Is anyone still performing those plays anymore? My mother was the president of some women's club and their main fundraiser was an annual local production of G&S. I got drafted, beginning at the age of 12 or so, and for perhaps two more years, to play a page or something w/o any speaking part, of course. And I hated the costume which consisted of what I guess are called tights. Not enjoyable for someone my age.
But I liked being on stage and, through sheer repetition from rehearsals, I caught how witty G&S is. I look forward to hearing some of those lyrics on WA2K.
17 degrees in VA and the wind is blowing tonight.

Bravo! Bravo, Ms Letty!


(but now you've delayed my walk! )

RJB. Boys wearing tights? Love it. I can see you right now doing Gilbert O'Sullivan and swiging Virginia Gentleman.

If you put me in a ring
For a few rounds of boxing
I'll fall down right there on the ground
Cause i'm a writer, not a fighter
I'm a writer, not a fighter
I'm a writer, not a fighter

If you take me to a place
Where old trouble shows its face
I'll bow out
No, i won't hang about
Cause i'm a writer, not a fighter
I'm a writer, not a fighter
I'm a writer, not a fighter
But if you came to burn my home
I'd be out there on my own
Fighting tooth and nail
To keep you all at bay
But don't ask me to defend
What i cannot comprehend
That is violence simply for violence sake
Now if you want me to prove myself
Without anybody's help
This i will do
In a gentle way too
Cause i'm a writer, not a fighter
I'm a writer, not a fighter
I'm a writer, not a fighter

msolga, you walk and I'll do a very delayed happy hour.

Good Morning all. Here are some celebrities born on the 18th day of January.

1782 Daniel Webster, statesman and orator (Salisbury, NH; died 1852)
1882 A. A. Milne, children's author (London, England; died 1956)
1892 Oliver Hardy, comedian in the duo Laurel & Hardy (Atlanta, GA; died 1957)
1904 Cary Grant, actor (Bristol, England; died 1986)
1913 Danny Kaye, comedian/actor and UN goodwill ambassador (Brooklyn, NY; died 1987)
1931 Chun Doo Hwan, South Korean president (Naechonri, Korea)
1933 John Boorman, director (Shepperton, England)
1933 Ray Dolby, inventor of the Dolby Sound System (Portland, OR)
1941 David Ruffin, singer (Meridian, MS; died 1991)
1955 Kevin Costner, actor/director (Compton, CA)
1961 Mark Messier, hockey player (Edmonton, Alberta, Canada)






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Well, Raggedy, I am always amazed at the things that I do NOT know and that you supply for our listening audience.

Soooooo...Dolby surround sound was named after its inventor.

Daniel Webster of The Devil and Daniel Webster fame.

Danny Kaye. When I see his name, Hebba always comes to mind. Where is our great Dane, anyway?

Oliver and Hardy. Dick VanDyke's heroes

And, of course, Cary Grant, the master of the double take.

Word for the day:

Androphobe. Anyone know what that means? Very puzzling!

An abnormal fear or dislike of men.

Wow, smorgs. I didn't realize that you were an etymologist. <smile>

Thanks for the info, Britess.

I'm not! How dare you call me names like that!

Dont' forget I'm blonde (collar and cuffs) I have a reputation to keep up!

I looked it up for you on the computer, all by myself and everfink!

Wonderful, heartthrob. Now is there an equivelant for men?
It can't be mysoginist...can it?

Gynaephobia

Oestraphobia

Actually, I did know androphobia, but I always understood it to be a fear of 'brutish' men.