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Morning everybody, music of the stars.
We're gonna be on till high noon central Right here in the Civic Media radio network and thanks for tuning in Today we celebrate those hardest working partners that guide them generations ahead and
Making home the safest place you can think of.
Mylogical fathers, grandfathers, you bet.
And stepfathers too.
And father figure.
Some of our most important connections are the mentors in our lives and the first heroes who shaped
them.
Some of the best places to think of what to say are from greeting cards And it's the first day of summer as well So today we honor on the music of the stars and everybody even outside the programs on radio and television your thoughts rule the day honor the
foundational mentors and first heroes.
The music of the stars on the Civic Media Network and the way we go.
Happy Father's Day everybody and happy
Summer!
There's Mike Douglas on The Ed Sullivan
Show.
It seems like only yesterday.
I can hear my little girl say, Daddy?
There's a boy outside.
His name is Rod.
He wants to play in our backyard.
Can he, Daddy?
Can he, Daddy?
Oh, please, Daddy.
Was it really so long ago that she'd come to me and she'd want to know?
There's a boy outside.
His name is Lee.
He wants to carry my books for me.
Can he, Dad?
Is it all right, Dad?
He's got freckles, Dad.
Popsie?
There's a boy outside.
His name is Tom.
He wants to take me to the prom.
Okay, Popsie?
He's cute, Popsie.
We'll be home early, Popsie.
And before I knew it, time had flown and how my little girl had grown.
And now it was father.
There's a boy outside.
His name is Eddie.
He wants to know if we can go steady.
Can we, Father?
Yes, Father?
Oh, can we borrow the car pop?
Yes, it seems like only yesterday.
I can hear my lovely daughter say, Dad, there's a boy outside.
His name is Jim.
He asked me if I...
I said, yes, dad.
That's something in your eye,
dad.
I love him, dad.
The man in my little girl's life.
The man in my little girl's
life.
A child, an adolescent.
There's another man in my little girl's life.
Hi, Dad.
There's a boy outside.
His name is Tim.
I told him Grandpa was gonna babysit with him.
Thanks, Dad.
Bless you, Dad.
And Tony Bennett
I used to wonder if life could be worthwhile If there was some way I'd ever rate a smile
to do happen by.
If life's worth living, there's every reason why.
I was someone in distress A heart in search of happiness Cause you showed me the way My skies were so gray I never knew
The shadows around me just disappeared from view.
The world became rosy, each corner so cozy, darling, all because...
So let's
start with Tony Bennett according to his son the music.
music legend is retiring from performing on doctor's orders last week Bennett appeared with Lady Gaga and Radio City music hall for what may have been his final time on stage.
The legend who just her 95 earlier this month later canceled the rest of his planned 2021 solo tour dates Bennett was diagnosed with Alzheimer's in 2016 traveling his son says is just too exhausting
now.
The shadows around me just disappeared from view.
The world became so rosy, it's kinda so cozy.
Darling, I'll be cool.
I can't say
So even though you forget a lot with Alzheimer's, he remembered the songs.
He could do that.
He could do
the songs.
The
week before he passed away.
Not even just a couple days.
He was
singing.
He sang because of you.
We were getting him up to exercise.
And so it was easy to just latch onto the piano.
And I said, tell him why don't you get up and you can sing.
And he excused to just get him up.
And he's like, I said, why don't you sing?
He's like, what do you want to hear?
I've seen because you so he's saying because of you that was his first it and that was literally just the last song that he sings that the music never left him.
So even though you forget a lot with Alzheimer's he remembered the song he can do that to do the song.
A
week before he passed away.
He's saying because of you.
We were getting him up to exercise and so it's easy to just latch on to the piano.
And I said, tell him why don't you get up and you can sing, you know, any excuse to just get him up?
And he's like, I said, why don't you sing?
He's like, what do you want to hear?
I said, how about singing because of you?
So he sang because of you.
And that was his first hit.
And then that was literally just the last song that he sang.
But the music never left him.
Children at play Memories come from far away Taking me hold in my hand To the playground Wonderland Seasaw Lifting you high Swing
that let you touch the sky then whenever you're through painted pony
At your side, up you climb and down you slide.
When I hear, children at play, memories come from far away.
Taking
me, holding my hand, to go.
turns learning to share jungle gym or teddy bear hide and seek counting to ten oh to play there once again see so lifting you high swing
Let you touch the sky.
Then whenever you're through, painted ponies wait for you.
When I hear children at play, memories come from far away.
She found new ways to connect and communicate with her old friend.
When asking him questions, she'd keep it simple.
For example, if I were to say, Tony, would you like to sing Love for Sale?
He'll say, yeah.
And if I say, Tony, would you like to sing Love for Sale?
Or it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.
He might not have as easy of a response.
Do you want to say anything goes?
Yeah.
All
right, great.
When that music comes on, something happens to him.
He knows exactly what he's doing and what's important for me actually just to make sure that I don't get in the way of
that.
They dead
That was Paul Peterson.
The music of the stars.
Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood, we find a delightful creature called a boy.
Boys come in assorted sizes, weights, and colors, but all boys have the same cream.
To enjoy every second of every minute of every hour of every day, and to protest with noise, they're only weapon.
When their last minute is finished, then the adult males pack them off to bed at night.
Boys are found everywhere.
On top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to.
Mothers love them.
Little girls hate them.
Older sisters and brothers tolerate them.
Adults ignore them and heaven protects them.
A boy is truth with dirt on its face.
Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.
When you're busy, a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of noise.
When you want him to make a good impression, his brain turns to jelly.
Or else he becomes a savage, sadistic jungle creature, bent on destroying the world in himself with it.
A boy is a composite.
He has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of a pocket-sized atomic bomb.
and the curiosity of the camp.
He has the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of a Paul Bunyan, the shyness of a violin, the audacity of a steel trap, the enthusiasm of a firecracker.
And when he makes something, he has five thumbs on each hand.
He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas, comic books, the boy across the street, woods.
Water in its natural habitat, large animals, dead, trained, Saturday mornings and fire engines.
Not much for Sunday school, company, schools, books without pictures, music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats, adults, or bedtime.
Nobody else is so early to rise or so late to suffer.
Nobody else gets so much fun out of trees and dog.
and breezes.
Nobody else can cram into one pocket a rusty knife, a half-eaten apple, three feet of string, an empty bull Durham sack, two gumdrops, six cents, a slingshot, a chunk of some unknown substance, and a genuine supersonic cold ring with a secret compartment.
A boy is a magical creature.
You can lock him out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your heart.
You can get him out of your study, but you can't get him out of your mind.
Mind as well, give up.
He's your captor, your jailer, your boss, your master.
He's that freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise.
But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new.
with those two magic words.
I did.
Here's Paul Anka on the music of the star.
Civic Media Radio Network.
wrote that himself, and Perry Como, the music of the
star.
with Nick Perito's orchestra.
Rowan Drake wrote that.
And the music of the stars on Father's Day, and the first day of the summer.
Remember Bette Medler?
The music of the stars.
Here's Walter Brennan.
While resting one evening by the side of the road, I seen an old farmer in a field he just hold.
His face was all brown and wrinkled by the wind.
And he was talking to the Lord just like he'd be talking to a friend.
Well, sir, he said, in a voice calm and quiet, him corn tassels need second, but
We got no string to tie it.
Had no rain in so long that the fields is mighty dusty.
It's been so unbearable hot that the kids are even getting fussy.
Now that grass down in the pasture should be knee high.
If we could just have a little shower lawn, it might keep the cow from going dry.
Listen to me talk and think I want to drink from it.
Well, if you didn't know me so well, Lord, you'd think I was downright hateful.
You'd think I forgot about the new calf that you sent, the money in the mail that took care of the ranch, Mars Cold is better, and Johnny's home from the Navy, and that good Sunday dinner of chicken dumplings and gravy.
The new preacher you sent us, Lord, he sure is a fine young man.
Why, he's just converting him sinners to beat the band.
Well, yes, I'll be moseying along, Lord.
Won't take no more of your time.
Yes, there's plenty of folks here about you waiting to ring your line.
Even into your Lord and watch over us tonight.
And don't you worry none about us, Lord, because everything's going to be just all right.
I seriously doubt that there was any situation comedy, whether it was one of the lousy ones or the delightful ones, that accurately reflected home life in America.
The ones that were very pleasant and intended not to be very funny, nor did they even try.
I mean, nobody ever tuned in Father Knows Best to die laughing.
For that, you had Sid Caesar, or however you laughed at in those days.
But there was a sweetness to some of those family type shows of the 50s.
And I think what they probably did was make many American teenagers dissatisfied with their actual mothers or fathers.
The mother wasn't as adorable as Donna Reed or as funny as Lucy or as cute and dopey as Gracie Allen or whatever.
Mom was bugged because the washing machine had broken again or daddy came home drunk or whatever the real life problems were.
And I think most Americans of my generation literally came to a moment when they actually said,
quote, I wish life could be more like the movies.
Even when people died in the movies or were blown up by a bomb in World War II or whatever, there was a kind of a glamour and glory to it all.
That isn't how life is.
And again, as regards the TV sitcoms, that was never life.
It was a distraction from life.
It used the characters of life, the mom, the dad, the baby, the teenager.
But it just did cute and consequential things with them, for the most part.
I remember once hearing about a little girl who had seen Gregory Peck to kill a mockingbird.
And I remember, I don't know where I heard this, some discussion among young people that he was a good role model.
They wanted their daddies to be like them.
And occasionally I would get mail from people who only saw the nice, genial, funny side of me on television.
Young people who would say, it was very sad, in effect, or sometimes very close to these words,
I wish you were my daddy or I wish daddy were like you or I wish mommy would marry somebody like you.
A lot of people throw themselves into what they see on television or in my generation on films and some of that is disturbing.
I wrote a book a few months ago called Dumpth about the the dumping of America you might say and Robert Young to refer again to him.
After having been for many years a major film star and then having done Father Knows Best
when later in the 60s he did Marcus Welby MD, got thousands of letters every week from people seeking medical advice.
Dear Dr. Welby, my shoulder hurt.
I find that very depressing.
Steve Allen
there.
In
those days, you wouldn't have ever seen a drama about Alzheimer's disease or cancer or that sort of thing, child molestation.
I mean, the question never even came up.
It's not that there was censorship.
The writers themselves snuffed out any such thought at the moment.
It emerged from their conscious to subconscious.
And the issue, as they say, never came up.
I approve of the greater range of freedom now.
Unfortunately, as man always does with freedom, he abuses it.
And so now we have all kinds of verbal filth and vulgarity and obscenity and classless, moronic giggling and people going, woo, just because somebody said a dirty word, we've really eroded around the edges on a lot of fronts.
I don't think that the great TV audience, and of course,
We're not talking about one thing.
It was 419 little audiences all scotch-taped together.
But however you look at it, I don't think that large audience was consciously looking for anything.
First of all, they saw a glamour in television that can never be recaptured.
Suddenly, a wonder in your home, there was a piece of furniture that talked and lit up and showed dancers and birds flying and stuff.
That was an incredible achievement.
Now, to today's seven-year-old, the television set is no more remarkable than his toothbrush.
It's just one of the things available to him.
If it burns out, he gets bugged.
When we were seeing it come on, I mean, those of us who were already in our 20s and 30s, we were astonished and rightly so.
It happens now in about 20 minutes.
At least it took us five years to lose the glamour.
Now man's on the moon, no kidding.
Hey, that's great.
Let's have lunch, you
know.
This is filled silvers as you've never heard them before.
All of my life
I've been dreaming the wrong dream Hoping the wrong hope Singing the wrong songs All of my life All of my life I've been picking the wrong horse Saying the wrong thing Making the wrong bets All of my life
I thought there was nothing alive Just wait for that lucky hunch Just throw that lucky punch Wham!
You took me the champ Yesterday you batted zero Hit a home or you're a hero I thought there was nothing alive Just wait for that lucky hunch There must be something more to it Somewhere along the line I
Blow it.
All of my life.
I've been meeting the wrong crowd, wearing the wrong tie, dancing the wrong steps.
All of my life.
All of my life.
I've been off on the wrong beam, back in the wrong team, dreaming the wrong dream.
All of my life.
Folks, step right up and meet a loser.
Come on, it's novelty night.
Anybody can meet a winner.
Show a little guts.
Shake hands with a loser.
Meet the champ for the losers.
Come on, I don't mind.
I must like losing.
I've been doing it so long.
On the day I was born, I went into training.
I was grooming myself for oblivion.
And I made it.
Funny.
Funny?
Wanna hear a good one?
I even lost my wife.
Okay?
Where are you?
Are the kids home from school yet?
What kids?
I've got no time for kids.
I'm too busy trying to get a table.
Funny?
Funny?
They could keep you screaming like this for hours.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Wait a minute.
This check is mine.
Hold it.
This is you be crammed.
I reach.
Eddie, let me 20.
I'll give it back to you in no time.
Eddie, come on.
Eddie!
What?
Take a job?
What job?
This job?
Right here?
Are you nuts?
I don't want this job.
I want that job!
Way up there!
The one I can't reach!
The shortcut!
Look out.
Step aside, they can't see me.
Here I am, folks.
The loser.
No magic.
No hocus pocus.
Nothing up my sleeve.
Nothing.
But absolutely nothing.
I thought the American dream was wait for that one big break.
Just give the dice a shake.
Wow!
You two can be on top.
Be an overnight sensation.
Meet the press and face the nation.
I thought the American dream was wait for that one big break.
There must be something more to it.
Somewhere along the line.
All of my life I've been learning the wrong tricks Pulling the wrong strings Making the wrong moves All of my life All of my life I've been off on the wrong beam Backing the wrong team Dreaming the wrong dream All of my life All of my life
Phil Silver's, this is Walter
Brennan.
Many years ago, in days of childhood, I used to play until the setting of the sun.
We yonder down an old familiar pathway.
I'd hear my mother call when day was done.
Come home, come home, it's supper time.
Come home, come home, it's supper time.
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home, it's supper
time.
Come home, come home, it's supper time.
We're
going home at
last.
We're going home at last.
You know, neighbors, I just imagine that a lot of you folks are listening to this song now are grown people.
Both men and women.
And I know that you folks like to reminisce at times as I have many times about my childhood.
And one of the most pleasant memories of my childhood past was when my mother used to come to the back of the steps of the old home place and say, come on home son, it's supper time.
But you know,
Time has woven the realization now, the truth that's even far more thrilling.
And that's when someone shall call, and all of God's children shall go home where it will be suppertime.
With God around the great white table, certainly the greatest of them all.
You saw
Music of the Stars, John Denver, of course, John did a lot of stuff like that.
I kind of pondered whether
to put that on, but well, it's life, isn't it?
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Phone call why are so many daddy songs country and Western?
I don't know I like the big bands myself Hope you're enjoying it though.
We do have Well, let's see all we're getting a getting a phone call right now.
Hello.
Hello
Well, that is better.
Now, if you will all draw up your chairs and listen very closely, I will tell you a most unusual story.
The story of the little fiddle.
As it is told in Symphony number 45, which was written by the great Czechoslovakian composer,
Now, the story children is very unusual, because it is told not only with words, but also with music.
So first, I want you to meet the symphony orchestra.
How do you do?
Now, some of you children may be very surprised to hear that the symphony is not only music, but that it always tells a story, which has a beginning and a middle.
And an N. Except, of course, the unfinished symphony, which has a beginning.
As I was saying, if you listen, you will hear from the corner of your ear how the oboe she makes love to the bassoon.
And the five goes little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little
And we have the first theme, which is naturally Lily, the theme of the little fiddle.
Now this little fiddle is a young girl who lives with her wicked guardian who is a French horn.
Now this young girl... Who is a beautiful girl?
Unhub-vicked garden.
Live all alone on a farm and all she has for company are a hen.
Now, one day, when her wicked garden, the French horn, is upstairs, busy washing his coils.
Along came a handsome young trumpet.
And when he claspses his eyes on the little fiddle, his heart went... And he gets so excited, he has a big cadenza.
Which is a solo passage in triple
tone.
Well
Father's Day is this Sunday?
When did Father's Day start?
I think it was started by Hallmark, I think.
Tommy now Tommy knew some doctors up working in Las Vegas Tommy is very close with his father Tommy's father looks upon him as the son that he never had And all you it's look let's be honest It's good for the merchants, right?
They get the hustle a lot of merchandise on Father's Day and Mother's Day and the president's daughter Amy
Gave her a thought gave her father a thoughtful gift soap on a rope to wash out his mouth Now I knew your dad well you were very close to your father and my father Was a big influence in my life now when I was back in Nebraska growing up in a small town I grew up in Norfolk, Nebraska every night dead
Somebody's applauding with one hand.
Are you from Norfolk?
Are you?
No.
Where are you from?
Sacramento.
Sacramento.
It's net time tonight.
Well, it's all right.
That's nice of you to apply to Norfolk, but every...
Every every Saturday night.
He had a big influence on my wife every Saturday night I don't know I was back in Norfolk.
I don't know where that Where the hell you're at, but I'm going back midway Every Saturday night he'd go down to the general store sit around the cracker cracker barrel
My father
back in Nebraska had a big influence on my career
This guy from Sacramento had to screwed me.
I'd have been through this right now.
Do you remember your first heart-to-heart, your man-to-man talk with your father?
I remember sitting down with my dad when he tried to explain the birds and the bees, and it was a very touching and touching experience.
Unfortunately, it came after my first divorce.
A little late, but I didn't know.
Every year at this time, Ed gets a father's day touching handwritten father's day card from Korea.
His, uh... From Son-Yat McMen.
Take a girl like you On a moonlight sail On a sea of blue It's a night in June There's a moon above Love is in the air So they fall in love And the same thing
The same thing happens with the birds and the bees As they flit among the flowers as they nestle in the trees The same thing happens with the birds and the bees And it's happening to us tonight
Why the trout and perch Swim around and search And this common urge Makes a kitten purr Where you see a hymn
And the same thing happens with the birds and the bees as they flit among the flowers as they nestle in the trees.
The same thing happens with the birds and the bees and it's happening to us tonight.
Every bird, every bee, every he, every she, just like you, just like me is fall.
George Gauble,
1958.
Little one, little one, yes the world's really round and the bluebird you search for will surely be found and if children could fly
Little one, cause I'm touched by your words.
What becomes of the sun when it falls in the sea?
And who lights it again, just as bright as can be?
Tell me why is the sky up above me so blue?
A child,
did your daddy tell you?
So that you'll see the bluebird if it should come near.
Don't be sad, Daddy dear.
This is what I will do.
I will search for the bluebird and give it to you.
Dear the bluebird.
The day heaven blessed me with you.
I love you daddy.
And your daddy's little girl.
just just
Sugar, your spice, your air...
Carl Martino right there.
Sugar and, what do
they say?
Sugar and spike?
What?
Human emotion can only be duplicated with lifelike presence now that we have high fidelity.
Listen to this little wave as she sings to her father.
Which am I repeating the question?
Daddy dear, daddy dear Is the world really round?
Is the world really round?
The world?
Where is it located?
I mean, not the world.
I think of a billiard ball with hair on top.
Well, it's a tricky category.
Can I take it over and come back again next week?
Tell me why, Daddy Deer, are there tears in your
eyes?
Why are there tears in my eyes?
Well, I'll tell you why there's tears in my eyes.
Stop asking so many stupid questions and deal the cards.
I haven't heard anything so heart-rending since our finale was 75 years old.
Horse Silver and Steve Allen, the orchestra, Terry Gibbs, song from my father by Horace.
Hey, the music of the stars, right here, and Ricky Ricardo at the Tropicano Hotel, finding out that here.
Excuse me.
Pardon me, please.
Oh, isn't this wonderful.
Listen to this.
Dear Mr. Ricardo.
My husband and I are going to have a blessed event.
I just found out about it today, and I haven't told him yet.
I heard you sing a number called We're Having a Baby, My Baby and Me.
If you will sing it for us now, it will be my way of breaking the news to him.
Isn't that wonderful?
Of course I'll do it for you.
Sure.
Oh, wait a minute.
I got a wonderful idea.
Why don't we bring the couple up here and I'll sing it right to them?
Come on, let's bring them up on the floor.
When?
Why didn't you tell me?
You didn't give me a chance.
Are you kidding?
Push in that carriage How proud I will be There's nothing like marriage As your father and mother
And
they'll agree He'll have toys, baby clothes He'll know he's come to the right house
Yes, like you.
Oh, I hope not.
We're having a baby.
I'll bet you'll speak with an accent like
you.
If God willed, thou shalt wait when the morning of day.
So...
It seems like only yesterday.
And I can hear my little girl say, Daddy?
There's a boy outside.
His name is Rod.
He wants to play in our backyard.
Can he, Daddy?
Can he, Daddy?
Oh, please, Daddy.
Was it really so long ago that she'd come to me and she'd want to know?
Dad?
There's a boy outside.
His name is Lee.
He wants to carry my books for me.
Can he, Daddy?
Is it all right, Dad?
He's got freckles, Dad.
The man in my little girl's life.
The man in my little
girl's life.
Then came ponytails and jeans and...
My little girl was in her teens.
Popsie?
There's a boy outside.
His name is Tom.
He wants to take me to the prom.
Okay, Popsie?
He's cute, Popsie.
We'll be home early, Popsie.
Before I knew it, time had flown and how my little girl had grown.
Now it was father.
There's a boy outside.
His name is Eddie.
He wants to know if we can go steady.
Can we, Father?
Yes, Father.
Oh, can we borrow the car, Pop?
Yes, it seems like only yesterday.
I heard my lovely daughter say, Dad, there's a boy outside.
His name is Jim.
He asked me if I'd marry him.
I said yes, Dad.
That's something in your eye, Dad?
I love him, Dad.
The man in my little girl's
life.
The man in my little girl's
life.
A child?
An adolescent.
A young lady.
A wife.
And oh yes, there's another man in my little girl's life.
Hi, Dad.
There's a boy outside.
His name is Tim.
I told him Grandpa was gonna babysit with him.
Thanks, Dad.
Bless you, Dad.
Good night, Dad.
The man in my little girl's life The man in my little girl's
life
Dick Cavichol in the early 70s, Groucho Marx, with a song written by Harry Ruby.
This is in the Dick Cavichol.
I'm gonna sing you this song that my good friend Mr. Ruby
wrote.
Today, father is father's day, and we're giving you
a tie it's not much you know it is just a way of showing you we think you're a regular guy you say that it was nice of us to bother but it really was a pleasure to fuss for according to our mother you're our father
That's good enough for our... Isn't that a beautiful melody?
It's lovely.
And a beautiful sentiment.
Today Father is Father's Day.
Sixteen men in that orchestra.
Nine of them are illegitimate children.
Nine and a half, including the
director.
The tie that you got didn't cost such a lot, and we'll give you the same tie next year.
You tell us it was nice of us to bother, but it really was a pleasure to fuss.
They say a child can only have one father.
Groucho walked his daughter to school every day.
And by the way, big band songs aren't that many, but there's one, and we do tributes to daddy.
Let's see, good dads, grandads, bad dads, like Phil Silver, somebody said play that again, okay, I will.
And how about sugar daddies?
position is rather sweet and charming.
At times, alarming.
So they say, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
Gee, won't I look swell in sables, clothes with terrorist labels?
Daddy, you want to get the best from me?
Here's an amazing revelation with a bit of stimulation.
I'd be a great sensation.
I'd be your inspiration.
Just for me.
Sammy K. and
company right there.
Johnny Cash.
never pretty.
Johnny Cash, here's a scene from Mon Pop Kettle at the fair.
Pop Kettle, that's Percy Kilbride, gets invited to give a sermon.
Here's an idea about the meaning of life.
Here's Percy Kilbride as Pop Kettle.
I don't know how to preach a sermon.
I can't both from scriptures, although I know all the words, I wouldn't know how to put them together.
and say how thankful I am that I have Ma and my kids.
I'm thankful for the food we get and the clothes we wear.
A lot of folks are always asking God for something and instead of being thankful for what they've done, I figure if he wants you to have it, it'll come because you deserve it.
grow things.
He put gold and silver, coal and oil under the ground.
All man asked the dude to dig him up.
Why?
I figure that he kind of wants you to help yourself a little.
He didn't want to do it all.
If I found out right now there was oil under my land, would I be lazy?
No sir.
digging an oil well.
The whole world could be a better place to live in if everybody would do like I do.
Each morning when I wake up I say I thank you God for letting me live to see another day and the night when I go to bed I say dear God please let me live to see another tomorrow so I can prove to you that I can be a better man.
I've been dreaming the wrong dream Hoping the wrong hope Singing the wrong songs All of my life This is Phil Silver's All of my life I've been picking the wrong horse Saying the wrong thing Making the wrong bets All of my
I thought there was nothing alive, just wait for that lucky hunch.
Just throw that lucky punch, wham!
You two can meet in a jam.
Yesterday about at zero, hit a home or you're a hero.
I thought there was nothing alive, just wait for that lucky hunch.
There must be something more to it.
Somewhere along the line I bl-
my life I've been meeting the wrong crowd wearing the wrong tie dancing the wrong steps all of my life all of my life I've been off on the wrong beam back in the wrong team dream in the wrong dream all of my life
Step right up and meet a loser.
Come on, it's novelty night.
Anybody can meet a winner.
Show a little guts.
Shake hands with a loser.
Meet the champ for the losers.
Come on, I don't mind.
I must like losing.
I've been doing it so long.
On the day I was born, I went into training.
I was grooming myself for oblivion.
And I made it.
Funny.
Funny?
Wanna hear a good one?
I even lost my wife.
Okay?
Where are you?
Are the kids home from school yet?
What kids?
I've got no time for kids.
I'm too busy trying to get a table.
Funny?
Funny?
They could keep you screaming like this for hours.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Wait a minute.
This check is mine.
Hold it.
This is you be crammed.
I reach.
Eddie, let me 20.
I'll give it back to you in no time.
Eddie, come on.
Eddie!
What?
Take a job?
What job?
This job?
Right here?
Are you nuts?
I don't want this job.
I want that job!
Way up there!
The one I can't reach!
The shortcut!
Look out.
Step aside.
They can't see me.
Here I am, folks.
The loser.
No magic.
No hocus pocus.
Nothing up my sleeve.
Nothing.
But absolutely nothing.
I thought the American dream was wait for that one big break.
Just giving a dice a shake.
Wow!
You two can be on top.
Be an overnight sensation.
Meet the press and face the nation.
I thought the American dream was wait for that one big break.
There must be
something more to it.
Somewhere along
the line.
I've been learning the wrong tricks Pulling the wrong strings Making the wrong moves All of my life All of my life I've been off on the wrong beam Backing the wrong team Dreaming the wrong dream All of my life
Phil Silver's from Dover, MA on Broadway.
What our father is made of by Paul Harvey.
A father is a thing that is forced to endure childbirth without an anesthetic.
A father is a thing that growls when it feels good and laughs very loud when it's scared half to death.
A father is sometimes accused of giving too much time to his business when the little ones are growing up.
And that's partly fear too.
Fathers are much more easily frightened than mothers.
A father never feels entirely worthy of the worship in a child's eyes.
He's never quite the hero his daughter thinks, never quite the man his son believes him to be, and this worries him sometimes.
So he works too hard to try to smooth the rough places in the road for those of his own who will follow him.
A father is a thing that gets very angry.
when the first school grades are not so good as he thinks they should be.
And so he scolds his son or his daughter, though he knows it's the teacher's fault.
A father is a thing that goes away to war sometimes.
He learns to swear and shoot and spit through his teeth and he would run the other way except that this war is part of his only important job in life, which is making the world better for his child.
that it has been for him.
Fathers grow old faster than people because they, in other wars, have to stand at the train station and wave goodbye to the uniform that climbs aboard.
While mothers can cry where it shows, fathers have to stand there and beam outside and die inside.
Fathers have very stout hearts, so they have to be broken sometimes.
or no one would know what's inside.
Fathers are what give daughters away to other men who are not nearly good enough so that they can have grandchildren that are smarter than anybody's.
Fathers fight dragons almost daily.
They hurry away from the breakfast table off to the arena, which is sometimes called an office or a workshop.
There with calloused, practiced hands,
They tackle the dragon with three heads, weariness, work, and monotony.
They never quite win the fight, but they never give up.
Knights in shining armor, fathers in shiny trousers, there's little difference as they march away to each work day.
Fathers make bets with insurance companies who will live the longest.
Though they know the odds they keep right on betting even as the odds get higher and higher They keep right on betting more and more One day they lose But fathers enjoying earthly immortality and the bet is paid off to the part of him he leaves behind I Don't know where fathers go when they die, but I have an idea that after a good rest
Wherever it is, he won't be happy unless there's work to do.
He won't just sit on a cloud and wait for the girl he's loved and the children she bore.
No.
He'll be busy there too, repairing the stairs, oiling the gates, improving the streets, smoothing the way.
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Father's Day on the Music of the Stars.
Well, not just here, but I got this stuff.
Like Ozzie and Harriet.
Who plays Ozzie and Harriet?
You know that story?
Ozzie Nelson was a band leader and a darn good one.
And his chief singer, well, his only singer, was Harriet.
And they wound up...
The music of the stars beyond El Nune, Central Time.
I'm your host, Lou Organi.
Thanks for being here.
Here's Ozzie Nelson.
You know, Dave, sometimes parents like us are a little reluctant to let you guys go.
So if we seem to hang on to you, you've just got to be a little understanding about us.
See, we want you to grow up and get along without us, and yet we hate to lose our little boys.
Seems like yesterday when I'd go into your bedroom at night,
two little toe-headed guys that'd be sleeping there.
I'd go over and kiss you goodnight.
Now I have to shake hands.
Yeah, I know what you mean, Pop.
Well, you better not keep the others waiting, dear.
Okay.
And thanks again, Mom.
Good night, dear.
Good night, Dad.
You wouldn't dare.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Father's Day, ladies and gentlemen.
That's the day when Pop looks over his presence and finds out how much his family loves him.
Then the first of the month comes around, he finds out again, right to the penny.
Father's Day is a big mystery to my family.
I've been in radio and television so long.
My kids don't call me Dad.
They think of me as their sponsor.
No, that's true.
But I've been traveling so much, it makes it tough for my kids to give me a Father's Day present.
They just send the gifts to United Airlines with a note that reads, the next time Daddy lands, hand him this.
This morning, my son Tony asked me why we observe Father's Day.
I said, don't you know who brings home the bacon around here?
He said, no, Pop, but we sure know who lays the eggs.
Dolores usually spends a dollar for my present, so this year I hinted at a velvet smoking jacket.
She said, don't be silly.
You don't smoke velvet.
Well, that's the nice thing about living in California, you know, if someone does give you a velvet smoke and jacket, you can have velvet pants made to go with it and wear it as a suit.
That is, if you don't object to people saying, how are you today, Mr. Crosby?
Crosby's kids always remember Father's Day.
Last year, they gave Bing the Bank of America.
They didn't know he'd already owned it.
Yes, sir, the word father brings back a lot of memories to me.
And there were times when I couldn't sit on those memories.
Father taught me that if you do something wrong, life can be painful.
At the same time, I learned that the wood shed can be drafty.
Once when my dad was teaching me a lesson out in the wood shed, the hairbrush slipped and hit me in the nose.
The rest is history.
And again this year, all over America, fathers will get more ties than any other gift.
Isn't that something?
Dad works hard all year and on Father's Day, he still gets it in the neck.
Of course, I have four kids and do pretty well myself.
On Father's Day, my kids reach into their piggy banks and give me back all the IOUs I put in since last Father's Day.
And Delores never forgets me on Father's Day either.
Last year, she gave me a check.
All I had to do was sign it.
But I do get gifts for my kids.
A few years ago, they gave me a book, How to Play Winning Golf.
The next year, they gave me a book, How to Improve Your Golf.
Last year, they gave me a book, Don't Let Bad Golf Discourage You.
And I just found out what they're giving me this year.
It's called, How to Cheat at Scrabble.
Here's Ozzy Harry.
1935.
Never see my name in lights or climb to social heights.
I'm just an ordinary human with an extraordinary love for you Anything I say or do you wouldn't call original or witty But the things I say to you those simple and meaning are right from the heart
I'll never headline in the papers A dreamer I may be Darling, can't you see?
I'm just an ordinary human With an extraordinary love for you
This is the story of a famous comic named Eddie Foy, whose sole aim in life was to remain single.
He wound up with a family of seven kids, which would give you an idea how bad his aim was.
He took the whole gang with him in the show business, five boys, two girls, and a goat.
The goat was the only one who could carry a tune.
By sheer weight of numbers, they reached the palace on Broadway, and this was the way the act opened when it first played there in 1913.
Washington loves the father of his country.
There's many of the fathers we could name.
There's Father Nickerbach, who got us out of Hock.
They ought to put it in the Hall of Fame.
Let's say a few kind words for Whistler's father.
Music of the stars Ozzy Nelson 1935 with the Texas jump You want a good father's day movie there are there are many out there actually, but let me let me recommend my favorite the fighting Sullivan's 1945 and one of my favorite actors of all times and I get a hunch I'm not alone on that Thomas Mitchell the fighting Sullivan's With an unforgettable
ending
Which of you is the father?
Me, me, I am.
Is my wife all right?
It's a fine seven-pound boy, Mr. Sullivan, and your wife came through it beautifully.
Oh.
Oh, gee.
The
Vagabonds.
And maybe a hot dog or two I'll say giddy up, giddy up, giddy up Pony boy riding up and down Say giddy up, giddy up, giddy up Pony all around the town I'm gonna, gonna go on a pony ride I'm gonna, gonna think I'm out west I'm gonna, gonna go
Cause I love the
ponies the best.
Everyone's waiting.
Tomorrow's the day.
The carnival's coming at last.
All kinds of goodies and all kinds of rides.
And fun when you look in the big-looking glass.
What's the matter now, son?
Took you on the ferris wheel, the airplane rides.
Why'd you got such a long face?
I'm trying to do the best I can.
Where do you want to go now?
If you like that, don't you?
I'll tell you what we'll do.
I'll get you another hot dog that really ought to get you sick, and maybe I'll let you go on a pony ride once
more.
Here's a scene from The Fighting Sullivan's.
It's based on truth, 1944.
Ward Bond is the first to speak.
Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, I'm afraid I'm bringing you very bad news.
Did something happen?
Quiet.
Quiet, Jen.
You see, the way these things are done ordinarily, you'd get a...
A telegram right from the Navy Department, but... Which one?
Is it Al?
All five.
All five.
The Navy Department deeply regrets to inform you that your sons, Albert, Francis, George, Joseph, and Madison, some of them, were killed in action in the South Pacific.
I saw a peaceful old valley With a carpet of corn on the floor And I heard a voice within me whisper This is worth fighting for I saw a little old cabin
This is worth fighting for.
When I heard that voice within me thunder This is worth fighting for
My father's
hands would build my dreams from wood and stone and sky He showed me how small things grow He taught me how to try My father's hands would lift me high When I was small and scared He showed me how to stand
And I can see him in the morning light And hear him in the rain His quiet strength still guides my way I feel it every day Imagine hands that never let go That hold you through the years Imagine life
it dries a thousand tears my father's hands are with me now they're with me everywhere my father's hands would mend the breaks and patch what I had torn he showed me how to make amends to heal to be
Father's Day songs are rocky.
Watched to know that I love my baby and my baby loves me.
A short time ago, we went out together to a place called Far Out, Upper Limbo.
The rhythm was there.
Something special was in the air.
I reached over and held my baby's hand.
She gave me a little squeeze.
I knew we were in the same key.
Everything's beginning to sway in a quiet, cool, warm way.
My baby didn't say anything.
Just looked at me.
With that special look my baby has, I look back.
With that special look I get.
When my baby looks at me with that special look she gets, I couldn't help myself.
It was love for sure.
I picked my baby up, danced over to the stage, and I told the leader, leader, this is my baby.
He just said, crazy.
My baby gave him a special look like she does.
He could see my baby had eyes to sway, so he adjusted the mic and simply sat in his complicated way of chorus.
And my baby shy, so I gave it the first try.
Waiter,
two glasses of warm milk please.
Nobody gave me a mansion till they saw me.
With you paid me a bit of attention till they saw me.
With you suddenly strange people walked up to me pretending they knew.
Bring me to introduce you.
Who's that bunch of personality?
I'm presenting her right now.
Baby, take a bow.
Where'd you find that lovely candy-o?
I'm presenting her right now.
Baby, take a bow.
You're a standout.
She's cute.
She's sweet.
She's wild.
She's grand.
Who's the future Mr. Standing Wave?
Just a minute, ladies.
I'm presenting.
All right, girl.
Baby, take a bite.
Michael McCoy.
little girl to heaven hold a precious gem is what you
are
your mommy is bright and shining star you're the spirit of Christmas the star
Your sugar, your spice.
precious gem is what you are your mommy's bride and shining star you're the spirit of Christmas the star
For mommy and me, you're...
The star on the tree You're the Easter Bunny For mommy and me You're sugar
Michael Buble.
Here's Neil Sadaka.
1974 with a pericomo cover.
So many of you have asked about my two children back in New York City.
I have two wonderful children and I'm not the kind of daddy that usually brings along a photograph or a snapshot.
But this year I took special effort to bring one with me so I can show you.
I seem to have left it backstage.
Could you bring out the snapshot of the children, won't you?
That's Dara Felice, seven years old, and Mark Charles is four.
When you're the father of boys How you were
Till the t-
When she's a plain little girl, how you worry But when she's a beautiful thing You do more than that
When she's out
And I
Neil Sedaka.
1974, Perry had the hit.
Performing live in Sydney, Australia.
Tomorrow is Father's Day, so naturally our thoughts turn to them and to the well-being of family life in America.
Families have always stood at the center of our society, preserving good and worthy traditions from our past, entrusting those traditions to our children our greatest hope for the future.
Family life has changed much down through the years.
The days when we could expect to live in only one home and hold only one job are probably gone forever.
Perhaps we will not go back to the old family ways.
But I think we can and should preserve family values.
Values of faith, honesty, responsibility, tolerance, kindness, and love.
And we'll keep on trying to do better, trying to create a better life for those who follow.
This hasn't been easy to do in the last decade.
It's become more difficult to raise children than it once was.
For example, the dependency exemption on your income tax.
The money you can deduct for raising a child or caring for an elderly relative was $600 in the late 40s.
That's been increased to $1,000 now.
But if that deduction had been indexed to keep pace with inflation, today you would be deducting more than $3,000 for every one of your children.
Housing became harder to afford, and the cost of private education also became too expensive for millions of middle-income families.
By 1980, American families felt the full shock of runaway taxes, inflation, record interest rates,
and soaring prices for housing, education, food, and other necessities of life.
They saw the golden promise of the American dream disappearing behind storm clouds of economic misery.
Liberals urged huge government subsidies, paying parents for expenses they used to handle themselves.
But big government, becoming big brother, pushing parents aside, interfering with one parental responsibility after another, is no solution.
It only makes bad situations worse, raising prices and taxes for everyone.
We came to Washington with a better idea.
Help working parents to better provide for themselves and their children by enabling them to keep more of their earnings and help them by making government do its job so the terrifying specter of runaway price increases never returns.
Our tax rate reductions have helped parents, reducing the tax bill that would have been owed by a typical family by over $900 a year.
And we've helped parents by reducing the inflation rate by nearly two-thirds since 1980, and by creating more than six million new jobs.
which we build our lives.
We are most dependent on the family.
The family is that most important foundation.
And we are called to recognize and honor how critical every father is to that foundation.
They are teachers and coaches, they're mentors and they're role models.
They are examples of success and the men who constantly
push us toward success.
But if we're honest with ourselves, we'll admit that too many fathers are also missing.
Too many fathers are MIA.
You're worried.
You're worried.
Night and day.
When she's a plain little girl, are you worried?
But when she's a beautiful thing You do more than that You pray Boys come round when they wanna date Girls stay home and wait When she's out you sit up all night
With her first baby toy You trusted But worried Cause you were Once a boy
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Music of the Stars and Father's Day and First Day of
Summer.
Your father just might be wrong?
Wrong with my old man.
Don't be stupid with my old man.
Let me tell you about him.
He was never wrong about nothing.
Yes, he was, Arch.
Aye.
My old man used to call people the same things as your old man.
But I always knew he was wrong.
So was your old man.
No, he was.
Yes, he was.
Your father
was wrong.
Your father was wrong!
Don't tell me my father was wrong.
Let me tell you something.
Your father, the breadwinner of the house there, the man who goes out and busts his butt to keep a root wall in your head, and clothes on your back, you call your father, you know?
Hey, hey, hey, your father.
Your father?
That's the man that comes home bringing you candy?
Your father's the first guy to throw a baseball to you?
and take you for walks in the park, holding by the hand?
My father held me by the hand.
Oh, hey.
My father had a hand on him.
Now, let's tell you, he busted that hand once, and he busted on me to teach me to do good.
My father, he shoved me in the closet for seven hours to teach me to do good.
Of course, he loved me.
He loved me.
Don't be looking at me.
Hey, uh, let me tell you something.
You're supposed to love your father.
Of course, your father loves you.
But how can any man that loves you, tell you anything that's wrong?
Well, it's usually soft.
Soft.
Soft.
Bad thing.
Carol O'Connor, Rob Reiner.
From All in the Family, this is Lawrence Welk.
too soon, but I'll play it again.
It's that good.
I'll tell you a story about that record, though.
I got that record from my dad, Silvio, in 1948.
He bought it because he got a used phonograph radio from a relative, a brother-in-law, and we needed records.
So he went to a shop in Kenosha, a second-hand store called Harvey's Trading
Post.
The
building's gone
now.
And it got there and a bunch of other ones.
And I played that till it wore
white.
And
it's broken in eight places.
And it
still
plays.
Which of them is really me?
Which of them is really me?
I will see the...
Which of them is really me?
Which of them is really
me?
I guess this is it.
You wouldn't be trying to make me feel good, would you?
Arch, I want to thank you.
I'll go ahead.
I want to thank you for all the years you let me live here.
for all the free meals and for all the nice times we had together.
I know there was a lot of arguing and fighting, but we did have some nice times.
Yeah, there was nice times.
You've been like a father to me.
You've been just like a son to me.
You never did nothing I ever told you, did you?
Hey,
Archer, we want you and Mara to come visit us out there.
Oh, well, maybe a mother-in-law can do that, but, you know... I think you'd like it out there.
Nah, nah, I don't think so.
Oh, fresh juice every morning?
Well, you know me, I always take the candy.
That's a sunshine?
Yeah, what do I point these to?
Pacific Ocean?
Yeah, well, I don't like an ocean where the sun goes down.
I like an ocean where the sun
comes up.
I'm gonna miss you.
Wow, listen, I... I'm gonna... You know, I... Hey, listen.
You just take...
Very good care, Gloria and Joseph.
Those are two things you never have to worry about, Arch.
I
promise.
Children at play Memories come from far away Taking me hold in my hand To the playground Wonderland Seasaw Lifting you high Swing
that let you touch the sky.
Then whenever you're through, painted ponies wait for you.
It's a world summertime.
At your side, up you climb and down you slide.
When I hear, I love to play the play.
Now, every time I...
turns learning to share jungle gym or teddy bear hide and seek counting to ten oh to play there once again see so lifting you high swing
that let you touch the sky.
Then whenever you're through, painted
Daddy said you love your little girl.
Yeah, the taxi meet is running out there, you know?
You better call them two out of the kitchen, huh?
Yeah, you better do
that.
Michael, the cab driver's honking.
OK, honey.
You want to
take Joe?
Yeah, Joe.
Good bye, Joe.
Say goodbye to Grandma.
Say goodbye to
Grandma.
Good
bye, Joe.
Come
on, Joe.
Come on,
Joe.
I love you.
Because we're closer to the ground And you are bigger by the pound You have no right, you have no right To push and shove us little kids around Now just because your throat has got a deeper voice And lots of wind to blow it out At little kids who don't dare shout
You have no right, you have no right to boss and beat us little kids about.
Just because your whisk is on your face to shave, you treat us like a slave, so what, it's only hair.
Just because you wear your wallet near your heart, you think you're twice as smart, you know it isn't fair.
But we'll grow up someday, and when we do, I-
We won't just grow in size and sound And just be bigger by the pound I'd hate to grow like some I know Who push and shove the little kids around
Just because you whiskers on your face to shave You treat us like a slave so what it's only hair Just because you wear a wallet near your heart You think you're twice as smart You know it isn't fair But we'll grow up someday And when we do, I pray We won't just grow in size and sound And just be bigger
I'd hate to grow like some I know who puts sense of the little kids around just because we're kids.
A father is a thing that is forced to endure childbirth without an anesthetic.
A father is a thing that growls when it feels good and laughs very loud when it's scared half to death.
A father is sometimes accused of giving too much time to his business when the little ones are growing up.
And that's partly fear too.
Fathers are much more easily frightened than mothers.
A father never feels entirely worthy of the worship in a child's eyes.
He's never quite the hero his daughter thinks, never quite the man his son believes him to be.
And this worries him sometimes.
So he works too hard.
to try to smooth the rough places in the road for those of his own who will follow him.
A father is a thing that gets very angry when the first school grades are not so good as he thinks they should be.
And so he scolds his son or his daughter, though he knows it's the teacher's fault.
A father is a thing that goes away to war sometimes.
He learns to swear and shoot and spit through his teeth and he would run the other way except that
This war is part of his only important job in life, which is making the world better for his child than it has been for him.
Fathers grow old faster than people because they, in other wars, have to stand at the train station and wave goodbye to the uniform that climbs aboard.
While mothers can cry where it shows, fathers have to stand there and beam outside and
die inside.
Fathers have very stout hearts, so they have to be broken sometimes, or no one would know what's inside.
Fathers are what give daughters away to other men who are not nearly good enough so that they can have grandchildren that are smarter than anybody's.
Fathers fight dragons almost daily.
They hurry away from the breakfast table off to the arena, which is sometimes called an office or a workshop.
There with calloused, practiced hands, they tackle the dragon with three heads, weariness, work, and monotony.
They never quite win the fight, but they never give up.
Knights in shining armor, fathers in shiny trousers, there's little difference.
as they march away to each work day.
Fathers make bets with insurance companies who will live the longest.
Though they know the odds, they keep right on betting.
Even as the odds get higher and higher, they keep right on betting more and more.
One day they lose.
But fathers enjoy an earthly immortality, and the bet is paid off to the part of him he leaves behind.
I don't know where fathers go when they die, but I have an idea that after a good rest, wherever it is, he won't be happy unless there's work to do.
He won't just sit on a cloud and wait for the girl he's loved and the children she bore.
No.
He'll be busy there too, repairing the stairs, oiling the gates.
improving the streets, smoothing the way.
in the eyes of the world he'll never make history no he isn't much in the eyes of the world but he is the world to me my dad now here is a man
Two.
The first thing I'd like to show you today is a book that a teenage friend of mine made for her father.
What is a father by Lainey Droz?
A father is someone who you can go places with and have lots of fun.
A father is someone who can help you with school projects.
A father is someone who can leave a meeting if you're sick to come pick you up.
A father is someone who teaches you the right thing when you've done the wrong.
A father is someone who loves you and understands your feelings.
A father is someone very, very special.
Is that a great present?
The first thing I'd like to show you today is a book that a teenage friend of mine made for her father.
What is a Father by Lainey Droves.
A father is someone who you can go places with and have lots of fun.
A father is someone who can help you with school projects.
A father is someone who can leave a meeting if you're sick to come pick you up.
A father is someone who teaches you the right thing when you've done the wrong.
A father is someone who loves you.
and understand your
feelings.
Illuminates my soul
As I seem to
It seems like only yesterday.
And I can hear my little girl say, Daddy?
There's a boy outside.
His name is Rod.
He wants to play in our backyard.
Can he, Daddy?
Can he, Daddy?
Oh, please, Daddy.
Was it really so long ago that she'd come to me and she'd want to know?
Dad?
There's a boy outside.
His name is Lee.
He wants to carry my books for me.
Can he, Daddy?
Is it all right, Dad?
He's got freckles, Dad.
The man in my little girl's life.
The man in my little girl's life.
Then came ponytails and jeans and...
My little girl was in her teens.
Popsie?
There's a boy outside.
His name is Tom.
He wants to take me to the prom.
Okay, Popsie?
He's cute, Popsie.
We'll be home early, Popsie.
Before I knew it, time had flown and how my little girl had grown.
Now it was father.
There's a boy outside.
His name is Eddie.
He wants to know if we can go steady.
Can we, Father?
Yes, Father?
Oh, can we borrow the car, Pop?
Yes, it seems like only yesterday I heard my lovely daughter say, Dad?
There's a boy outside.
His name is Jim.
He asked me if I'd marry him.
I said yes, Dad.
That's something in your eye, Dad?
I love him, Dad.
The man in my little girl's life.
The man in my little girl's life.
A child?
An adolescent.
A young lady.
A wife.
And oh yes, there's another man in my little girl's life.
Hi, Dad.
There's a boy outside.
His name is Tim.
I told him Grandpa was gonna babysit with him.
Thanks, Dad.
Bless you, Dad.
Good night dad.
The man in my little girl's life.
The man in my little girl's life.
Mike Douglas.
The music of the stars.
Pacific Media Radio Network, Mario Lanza.
It's also the first day of summer.
Let's take a week off, celebrate it next week.
Have I got the summer music?
Have I?
Oh yeah, here we go.
What's the song you think about when you think about summer?
Plenty of songs about summer.
And Father's Day too, as you've seen.
You would have liked my dad.
Sylvia Vergani.
Came from Italy.
Worked in a copper mine in northern Michigan.
Met my mother, moved to Kenosha.
Everybody liked him.
You would too.
Here's a song about summer.
Wishing you and yours the very best for the season.
We've waited long enough.
Coldest spring I can recall.
The
music of the stars.
Stay with us all summer long and beyond.
Happy summer everybody.
And all the blessings that it enfolds.
It'll wrap you up and you'll fall in love with Wisconsin's favorite season and rightfully so.
Next week from 7 o'clock till high noon central.
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There we are.
That call with Gordon
Jenkins.
Your mind,
magnificent obsession.
The greatest wonder on this
earth.
I was in awe of him.
We're pretty much the same age, but he was light years ahead of me in terms of the industry and the business of show.
And I was maybe in my third or fourth year of the show with them, with him.
And he brings one day into rehearsal hall and slaps a book down in front of me.
Sally Struthers.
I said, read this.
I said, why?
He says, I've just acquired the rights to it, and as soon as my contract is over with all the family, I'm going to make this into a film.
It was The Princess Bride.
So he was in his mid-20s, and he had already plotted out his career post-meathead.
And I was just showing up every day, never thinking about the future.
I was in all of him.
We're pretty much the same age, but he was light years ahead of me in terms of
the industry and and the business of show and I was maybe in my third or fourth year of the show with them with him and he brings one day into rehearsal hall and slaps a book down in front of me and says uh read this I said why he says I've just acquired the rights to it and as soon as my contract is over with all the family I'm gonna make this into a film it was The Princess Bride
so he was
in it
If there's an obsession Day in and day out It's always the same There is love beyond expression
As my kisses have told
I
keep asking when again you'll be Mine to have and to hold Deep in the darkness when
and obsession, obsession.
The music of the stars next Sunday.
Songs about summer.
And more.
Summer is not just alone.
There's things happening.
Let's look into that.
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