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Ah, listeners. And there is the signal that Bob of Boston is through with his bios. Poor unlucky man, hawk. My word, he would have done better had he created French fries for the poor and needy. <smile>

Hey, Bio Bob. I noticed that Miss Hemingway spelled her name differently than what I had thought. I am not surprised that the poor woman did herself in, as her grandfather did as well. When I was eleven years old, folks, The Snows of Kilimanjaro was a book that I tried to read because the prologue so fascinated me. It had to do with the frozen carcass of a leopard that was found on the top of the mountain and the explanation that no one could decipher how the leopard got there. Needless to say, folks, the rest of the book I didn't read.

But, with Gregory Peck, Susan Hayward and Ava Gardner, and scenes from France, Spain (I think) and Africa, The Snows of Kilimanjaro was one enjoyable movie. Forget the leopard.

I'm remembering Vera-Ellen today and "Slaughter On Tenth Avenue". Loved that ballet.

Ah, Slaughter on Tenth Avenue. I can hear that theme, Raggedy, as we write. Thanks for the pictures, dear, because now I recall Vera Ellen.

Actually, listeners, the only Hemingway book that ever made any sense to me was The Old Man and the Sea.There was always too much exposition to hold a child's attention in the other novels.

Still, Raggedy, I do wonder what the significance of the leopard was, but you're right. I'll forget him. <smile>

Now, I am not certain, listeners, but what type of dancing did Gene and Vera do? That's our question of the day.

In the early 70's there was a band named "Pogo" they were sued by some cartoon character so they changed their name to "Poco"
Crazy Eyes

I got a feeling about you, love who's fooling who
Crazy eyes I been a foolin' you
You sing songs about brass buttons and shiny silver shoes
Crazy eyes what had you to lose

Down among the south caroline pines
You spent most of your lifetime in deep thought
Then changes come about and you find the time you spent
Wasn't quite reason for being bought

So now to be or not to be is the question...now
Crazy eyes don't you forget how
I'm used to seeing your face in the crowd and you thought you
Saw me
Crazy eyes blind as you can be.

My word, dys. You mean you don't know who Pogo the possum is? <smile>

I like the Crazy Eyes, cowboy, so let's continue with that theme, listeners:

Crazy Arms
(From the album "PORTRAIT OF PATSY CLINE")

Blue is not the word for the way that I feel
And the storm brewing in this heart of mine.
This is not pleasure dream I know that its real
Your someone else's love now your not mine

Crazy arms that reach to horse somebody new
But my yearning heart keeps saying your not mine
My troubled mind no soon to another you will be with
And that's why I'm lonely all the time

Please take the treasured dreams I had for you and me
And take all the love I thought was mine
Someday my crazy arms will hold somebody new
But now I'm so lonely all the time

(Repeat verse 2)

letty,

Hemingway used animals as symbols to express the psychological and emotional states of his characters.

Thusly, in the Snows of Kilimanjaro, the leopard represents spiritual enlightment, qualities that Harry did not possess, and the hyena represented his psychological death which had already occured.

The leopard was seeking the summit "the House of God".

I consider SoK his best work in that it gave a glimpse into his troubled psyche.

why thank you, seaglass. An excellent explanation, dear. As I said, I would never have grasped that allusion as a kid. I guess Papa Hemingway was searching, no?

I could search it out, folks, but it is so much nicer when a person in our audience can contribute.

Anything that we can play for you and the Merry One?<smile>

Golly Gee Miss letty

How about the Yellow Rose of Texas?

All right, dear.

edgar and I have discussed the import of that "yellow rose", but like the leopard, it's the allusion that counts.



There's a yellow rose in Texas, that I am going to see,
Nobody else could miss her, not half as much as me.
She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart,
And if I ever find her, we nevermore will part.

She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew;
You may talk about your Clementine, and sing of Rosalee,
But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me.

When the Rio Grande is flowing, the starry skies are bright,
She walks along the river in the quiet summer night:
I know that she remembers, when we parted long ago,
I promise to return again, and not to leave her so.

She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew;
You may talk about your Clementine, and sing of Rosalee,
But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me.

Oh now I'm going to find her, for my heart is full of woe,
And we'll sing the songs together, that we sung so long ago
We'll play the bango gaily, and we'll sing the songs of yore,
And the yellow rose of Texas shall be mine forevermore.

She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew;
You may talk about your Clementine, and sing of Rosalee,
But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me.

Hey, listeners, Has anyone seen this dog?




Dog Goes Missing After Westminster Show Wed Feb 15, 9:50 PM ET



NEW YORK - A dog that won an award this week in the Westminster Kennel Club show escaped from its cage at John F. Kennedy International Airport on Wednesday and was believed to be on the loose in the surrounding area.


The dog, a whippet, broke free at about noon, said Tiffany Townsend, a spokeswoman for the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, which runs area airports.

Port Authority police were working with its owners to search the area where planes arrive and depart, she said.

"They're looking every possible place they can to see if they can locate the dog," Townsend said.

She said she didn't know where the dog's cage had been when it escaped or where its owners had been heading. The airport, in Queens, covers more than 4,900 acres.

Barbara Nyby, a member of the American Whippet Club in California, said the dog was Bohem C'est La Vie. The dog won an award of merit at Westminster, the nation's most prestigious dog show.

The dog's owners were listed as Jil Walton and Paul Lepiane, of Ojai, Calif.

The dog had been booked on a Delta Air Lines Inc. flight. Atlanta-based Delta.

Actually letty, The Yellow Rose of Texas was Emily West Morgan an indentured slave from New York. There is a hotel named after her near the Alamo.

I knew that, seaglass; I mean the part about "the yellow rose" being a mulatto; however, I did NOT know that she was a real person. Thanks again.

Here is something else that I found out, listeners:

Apache (dance)

Apache is a highly dramatic dance associated in popular culture with Parisian street culture in the beginning of 20th century. The name of the dance is pronounced ah-PAHSH (not ah-PATCH-ee, like the Native American tribe).

The dance is very brutal to the woman, and sometimes said to reenact a "discussion" between pimp and prostitute. Olive Oyl and Bluto do the Apache in the old Popeye television cartoons.

The dance is named after the nickname of street gang members, Apaches.

Amazing!

Well that's amazing.

Well, there's our McTag. Where you been, Manchester?

Well, folks, we know that Walter is entertaining and that Francis is discussing corn on the cob in the travel thread, so that accounts for most of our European contributors.

Hey, Brit. What do you want to hear today? Amazing Grace? <smile>

The British Grenadiers, please.

I'm off out to the pub soon. My pal will be at the door shortly.

Ah McTag, is it Manchester's very own Boddingtons you will be drinking or some tasteless imported Fizzbrew.

ok, Taggers:

The British Grenadiers
Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules,
Of Hector and Lysander, and some of Meltiades.
But of all the world's brave heros, there's none that can compare
With a tow row row row row
To the British grenadiers


Now none of these ancient heros ever saw a cannon ball
Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal,
But our brave boys do now them and banish all their fears
With a tow row row row row
To the British grenadiers

Whenever we are commanded to storm the palisades
Our leaders march with fusils and we with hand grenades
We hurl them from the glacis, about our enemies' ears
With a tow row row row row
To the British grenadiers

The God of War was pleased and great Bellona smiles
To see these noble heroes of our British Isles
And all the Gods celestial, descending from their spheres,
Beheld with adoration
The British grenadiers

Now let us crown a bumper and drink a health to those,
Who carry caps and pouches and wear the loup'ed
clothes
May they and their commanders live happy all their years
With a tow row row row row
To the British grenadiers

Hey, John. Good to see you back as well, Brit. What's going on in London?

'Twas fizzbrew I'm afraid this evening, Carling lager. And a bottle of Beck's to finish.
I don't usually drink the lager, but that pub we go in (because it's convenient for my pal's house) has a poor selection.

Thanks for the song, Letty dear. Most will know the tune if not the words. It's a favourite with military bands.