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Tim Holt (February 5, 1919 - February 15, 1973) was an American film actor.

Born Charles John Holt III in Beverly Hills, California, he was the son of actor Jack Holt and his wife, Margaret Woods. He was sent to study at Culver Military Academy in Culver, Indiana from which he graduated in 1936 then immediately went to work in the Hollywood film business.

After five minor roles, in 1938, at the age of nineteen, Holt had a major role under star Harry Carey in The Law West of Tombstone. It would be the first of the many Western films he would make during the 1940s. At the same time, his sister, Jennifer Holt, would also become a leading star in the Western film genre.

Tim Holt had one of the leading roles in the Orson Welles 1942 drama, The Magnificent Ambersons but the following year he became a decorated combat veteran of World War II, flying in the Pacific theatre with the U.S. Army Air Force as a B-29 bombardier. Tim Holt would return to filming after the war, appearing as "Virgil Earp" to Henry Fonda's, "Wyatt Earp" in director John Ford's Western, My Darling Clementine.

Holt would next be cast in the role that he is probably most remembered for and a film where his father appeared in a small part. Tim Holt portrayed "Bob Curtin" next to the Humphrey Bogart character of "Fred C. Dobbs" in John Huston's classic, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. Made in 1946, Holt did another four Western films before "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre" would be released in 1948. Tim Holt made two dozen more Western films until 1952 when the genre's popularity waned. He would be absent from the screen for five years until starring in a less than successful horror film in 1957 then appeared in only two more uninspiring motion pictures during the next fourteen years.

In 1973, at the age of fifty-four, Tim Holt died from cancer in Shawnee, Oklahoma where he had been managing a radio station. He was interred in the Memory Lane Cemetery in Harrah, Oklahoma.

In 1991, Tim Holt was inducted posthumously into the Western Performers Hall of Fame at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

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

Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog


Jeremiah was a bullfrog, he was a good friend of mine.
I never understood a single word he said but I helped him
drink
his whine. He always had some mighty fine wine. Sing it Joy to
the
world...all the boys and girls now , joy to the fishies in the
deep blue
sea and joy to you and me.

And if i were the king of the world , i tell you what i would
do. Id throw
away the cars and the bars in the world and id make sweet love
to you.
Sing it now : Joy the the world , all the boys and girls , joy
to the fishies
in the deep blue sea , joy to you and me.

Yah know I love the ladies , love to have my fun ... Im a hard
knock
flyer and a rain bow rider ... a strait shootin son of a gun , i
said a
strait shootin sun of a gun.

Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to all the
fishies in the
deep blue sea , joy to you and me.

Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the world joy
to you
and me

Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the fishies
in the deep
blue sea joy to you and me.

Joy the the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the world ,
joy to you
and me.

Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the world ,
joy to you
and me.

Well, there's our Bob of Boston. Thanks, hawkman, for the background on the celebs.

Well, folks, I have stuff to do, so I shall be back later to look through the parallel universe and the rainbow and bullfrog connection. <smile>

Artist: Sarah McLachlan Lyrics
Song: Rainbow Connection Lyrics




Why are there so many songs about rainbows
and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard
and answered when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing
and what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

All of us under its spell. We know that it's probably magic.

Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that called the young sailors.
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it.
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Two old ladies are outside their nursing home, having a drink and a smoke, when it starts to rain. ?One of the old ladies pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts it over her cigarette, and continues smoking.

Maude: What in the hell is that?

Mable: A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet.

Maude: Where did you get it?

Mable: You can get them at any drugstore.

The next day, Maude hobbles herself into the local drugstore and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms.

The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely (she is after all, over 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what brand of condom she prefers.

"Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel."

The pharmacist fainted.

Knock Knock knocking On Heavens Door

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4682430.stm

'God' faces name-change deadline

God is the nickname of a bond agent called Paul Sewell
A US man who signs himself "God" has been told to use his real name by 14 February - or lose his driving licence.
Pennsylvania's Department of Transportation told Paul Sewell, 40, he must surrender his licence if he cannot provide proper identification.

A week ago Berks County Elections Board questioned Sewell's "God" signature on a voter registration form.

Sewell, a bond enforcement agent, said he used the name as people often cried "Oh God" when he tracked them down.

Holy nickname

Pennsylvania state law requires a person to write their normal signature on their licence. It can also withhold licences from those not entitled to one, who cannot provide proper ID, or who use fraudulent means to obtain one.

He said his colleagues thought fugitives calling him "God" was funny and started using it as a nickname.

"Whenever I go to arrest somebody, they say, 'Oh, God, give me another chance. Oh, God, let me go. I'll turn myself in tomorrow'," Sewell said.

He said he couldn't see why his signature was a problem: "I have a credit card with it."

Mr Sewell called on a Berks County court to intervene after receiving the department of transport letter on Tuesday.

He said: "I do not know why they are cancelling my driver's licence that I have had at age 16. Now I am 40."

Mr Sewell signed his appeal "God".

The Pennsylvania Department of Transport has declined to comment.

Ah, Bob, that was one funny joke. Thanks for the smile, hawkman, and while Boston revives the pharmacist, we will acknowledge John Oak's bit of news.

I suppose that Mr. Sewell had grown attached to his moniker, and I do hope he retains his driver's license and and "the devil take the hindmost", whatever that means.

It seems that I read somewhere that you Brits are experiencing a record number of bankruptcies. So is America in the medical field.

Well, here's a bit of bad news, I'm afraid, folks:


Man Held in Bar Attack Dies After Shootout By NOAH TRISTER, Associated Press Writer
10 minutes ago



GASSVILLE, Ark. - The teenager suspected of a hatchet-and-gun attack in a Massachusetts gay bar and in the killing of two people in Arkansas, including a policeman, died Sunday of wounds suffered in a gun battle with officers, authorities said.


Jacob D. Robida, 18, died at 3:38 a.m. Sunday at Cox-South Hospital in Springfield, Mo., said hospital spokesman Randy Berger.

Robida, a high school dropout who friends said glorified Naziism, was shot twice in the head in a shootout with police Saturday after he killed a Gassville police officer and a woman in his car, authorities said.

Two days earlier, he allegedly went on a rampage at the Puzzles Lounge in New Bedford, Mass., that injured three men, one critically. Police labeled that attack a hate crime.

"I wish he would have lived and gone on trial," said Dan Sheterom, 51, who lives above Puzzles Lounge and frequents the tavern. "I would have liked to have seen if the commonwealth here would have taken it up to the federal government as a hate crime."

Incidentally, folks, Trister didn't shoot him.

Well, we have been graced by England and France today, but nothing from Canada nor Germany. Hope all is well across the falls and in Westphalia.

Letty, thanks for the dedication, earlier.

Here's a song i've always liked:-


F.R.David - Words

Words don't come easy to me,
How can I find a way,
to make you see, I love you,
Words don't come easy

Words don't come easy to me,
This is the only way
for me to say, I love you
Words don't come easy

Well I'm just a music man,
Melody so far my best friend
But my words are coming all wrong and I,
I reveal my heart to you and,
hope that you believe it's true cos

Words don't come easy to me,
How can I find a way to make you see, I love you
Words don't come easy

This is just a, simple song
That I've made for you on my own,
There's no hidden meaning you know and I,
When I say I love you honey
Please believe I really do, cos,

Words don't come easy to me,
How can I find a way to make you see, I love you
Words don't come easy

It isn't easy
Words don't come easy
Words don't come easy to me,

How can I find a way to make you see, I love you
Words don't come easy
Don't come easy to me
This is the only way for me to say, I love you
Words don't come easy
Words don't come easy

Ah, Imur. That was a lovely and plaintive song. Thanks, Irish. It rather reminds me of Jim Croce's, "I'll have to say I love you in a song."

I like "How are Things in Glocca Morra", because it reminds me so much of certain places in Virginia.

Well, listeners, we might as well get nostalgic, I guess.

Artist/Band: Fogerty John
Lyrics for Song: Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
Lyrics for Album: The Blue Ridge Rangers
When I was young and in my prime (in my prime!),
I left my home in caroline.
Now all I do is sit and pine, for all those folks I left behind.

I got the blue ridge mountain blues, and I sat right here to say,
"my grip is packed to travel, and I'm back to ramble,
To my blue ridge far away."

I'm goin' to stay right by my pa, I'm goin' to do right by my ma,
I'll hang around the cabin door, no work or worry anymore.

I got the blue ridge mountain blues, goin' to see my old oak tree,
Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom,
In my blue ridge far away.
Woo!

I see a haze of snowy white, I see a window with light,
I seem to hear them both sigh, "where is my wand'rin boy tonight? "

I got the blue ridge mountain blues, and I stay right here to say,
"every day I'm countin' 'til I climb that mountain,
In my blue ridge far away."

News from the world of music:


James Taylor writing material for new album By Melinda Newman
2 hours, 32 minutes ago



LOS ANGELES (Billboard) - Singer/songwriter James Taylor has begun work on his first studio album since 2002's "October Road," his final release for longtime label Columbia.



"I've got four or five things started and near completion," the artist told Billboard. "Maybe I'll have something ready by March, but I wouldn't want to promise it."

Next month, he will embark on his One Man Band tour, a shift away from his traditional full-band summer outings.

"Larry Goldings is going to play keyboards with me, at least to start with," he says. "We're going to play smallish theaters, houses of around 3,000, We'll do that in the first half of March, the first of April, the first half of May, and beyond that we'll see.

"It's been a number of years since I worked solo," Taylor added. "That's all I used to do, and that's how I started out. So it's nice to get back to that every once in a while."

At present, Taylor has yet to affiliate himself with a new label home. "We're in state now where you can really get started at home and get into the project without needing a big company to bankroll you, so it's probably a good idea to do that, and that's how I anticipate we'll work on it, on a project-by-project basis," he said.

Taylor will be honored February 6 for his musical and philanthropic contributions as the 2006 MusiCares Person of the Year, a Grammys-related event that raises funds for outreach programs for musicians. Among the artists saluting him at the Los Angeles event will be Bruce Springsteen, Jackson Browne, Dixie Chicks, Taj Mahal, Paul Simon, Alison Krauss and Randy Newman.

As a result of the honor, Taylor jokes that he will no longer be able to fuss that he has not gotten his due. "I can't complain about anything," he says. "It's been such an important part of my life, complaining; I don't know what I'll do with the spare time."

Reuters/Billboard

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i have to admit that we haven't used telegram service in the last twenty years. so i guess the end of it had to come. still kind of strange, but i guess some on a2k didn't even know of its existence ? hbg

i guess i just "dated" myself !

Anybody up for a good joke?
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A woman went to doctor's office for her annual examination.

Suddenly, another older doctor noticed her burst out of the examination room, screaming as she ran down the hall. He stopped the hysterical woman and asked her to sit down and relax. Then, he asked her what she was so upset about.

A few minutes later, the older doctor marched back to the woman's doctor and demanded, "What's the matter with you? Mrs. Terry is 63 years old, she has four grown children, and seven grandchildren... and you told her she was pregnant?"

The woman's doctor smiled smugly as he continued to write on his clipboard, "Cured her hiccups though, didn't I?"

a great elvis costello song (couldn't find one about a telegraph boy !) :

Shipbuilding

Is it worth it
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said 'DAD THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE ME TO TASK
BUT I'LL BE BACK BY CHRISTMAS'
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding
WITH ALL THE WILL IN THE WORLD
DIVING FOR DEAR LIFE
WHEN WE COULD BE DIVING FOR PEARLS

Well, folks. There's our hamburger. I don't suspect that you date yourself, dear, as we all know about Samuel Morse, the father of Western Union.

I used to wire money, from time to time, but it got to be ridiculously expensive.

I suspect, Canada, that we all know about Pony express as well.

Thinking of one right now, but I must search out the lyrics:

i'm watching the super bowl, waiting for the half time concert

Well, hamburger, I don't think that I have ever heard an Elvis Costello song, but thanks, Canada for the lyrics.

Hey, Oakman. Don't you think that the American Super Bowl is rather dull? <smile>

Osso is watching the game, Diane is reading and Dys is in the garage having a smoke, pretty exciting hosehold.

Whoa, dys. Sounds like someone I used to know. <smile>

one of my favourite elvis c songs

Everyday I Write The Book
Elvis Costello

Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in
Chapters Four, Five and Six

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

a few more e costello nuggets

God's Comic
Elvis Costello

I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny feller
The crowd would hoot and holler for more
I wore a drunk's red nose for applause
Oh yes I was a comical priest
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece"
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar

Chorus:

Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead,
now I'm dead, now I'm dead
And I'm going on to meet my reward
I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared
He might of never heard God's Comic

So there he was on a water-bed
Drinking a cola of a mystery brand
Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son"
"I've been wading through all this unbelievable
junk and wondering if I should have given
the world to the monkeys"

Chorus

I'm going to take a little trip down Paradise's endless shores
They say that travel broadens the mind, 'til you can't get your head out of doors

I'm sitting here on the top of the world
I hang around in the longest night
Until each beast has gone bed and then I say
"God bless" and turn out the light
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe and you beg and you promise
And you bargain and you plead
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus
It's the big white beard I suppose
I'm going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold
I might be gone for a while if you need me

Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead,
now I'm dead, now I'm dead and you're all
going on to meet your reward

Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared?
Are you scared?
You might have never heard, but God's comic


(the angels wanna wear my) Red Shoes
Elvis Costello

Oh I used to be disgusted
and now I try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
that's when I knew that I could not refuse.
And I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.

I was watching while you're dancing away.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.

Oh, I know that she's disgusted (oh why's that)
Cause she's feeling so abused. (oh that's too bad)
She gets tired of the lust, (oh I'm so sad)
but it's so hard to refuse.
How can you say that I'm too old,
when the angels have stolen my red shoes.

Oh, I said "I'm so happy, I could die."
She said "Drop dead," then left with another guy.
That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance.
Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence.
Oh I used to be disgusted
and now I try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.

(perhaps my favourite song lyric ever)


Home is Anywhere
Elvis Costello

Here comes Mr. Misery
He's tearing out his hair again
He's crying over her again
He's standing in the super-market shouting at the customers

Here comes Mr. Misery
He'll never be any good with a mouth full of gold and blood
He's contemplating murder again
He must be in love

Chorus: But you know she doesn't want you
But you can't seem to get it in your head
Oh and you can't sleep at night
And she haunts you when you go to bed
When you're tired of talking and you can't drink it down
So you hang around and drown instead
Home isn't where it used to be
Home is anywhere you hang your head

You hang your head
Home is anywhere
You hang your head
Home is anywhere
You hang your head
Home is anywhere you hang your head

Here comes Mr. Misery
Looking for a place for his mouth to shoot
Saying "You'd look cute in your birthday suit"
You tore him out and screwed him up
Like a bad page in a naughty picture book

They day ended as it began
As he was seconds older than the man he was this morning
And the world has wiped it's mouth since then
Or maybe it was yawning

Chorus

someone else must have come across elvis c's website ? hbg