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Brondle High News Central.

I'm your host Lou Vergani.

It's a pleasure and an honor to be here.

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We open with a silly theme called that's all.

I mean, do the math.

You're welcome aboard.

So much music out there that's never heard anymore.

So many artists forgotten over the decades, decades over the year.

Well, we'll correct some of that.

In our small way, did you know Anthony Hopkins is introducing a new album, Life's a Dream.

Anthony's quite the composer, we'll do some of his music later.

And good ol' Route 66.

At 100.

A star is born.

Judy Garland, James Mason.

Tony from the movies The picture of

the Oscar

begins to fade a cooler wind has come to say that summer memories have stayed the porch light glows at evening time the crickets sing their last refrain

And somewhere in the twilight blue I hear the summer call again Though the end of August How quickly summer flies The warmth is leaving

September skies.

The roses lose their color.

The daylight fades too soon.

And I can feel September coming

The lake is quiet after dark The boats drift toward the shore The laughter though those summer nights Won't echo much anymore The days that seem

Harry Warren, Al Dubin, and here's Nelson Riddle, the music of the style.

Nelson Riddle.

His biography is entitled, September in the Rain, that one song, Gordon

Jenkins.

Wishing.

2.

Jimmy Van Heusen, Sammy Kahn, with Sonny Burke and Frank Sinatra.

Take a lovely lilting tune, a balmy breeze, an August moon, and then you'll need nothing more, you see, to make a summer symphony.

symphony fishing in a stream and wading in a brook and picking apples off of a tree this to me is summer's symphony

there's magic in the air it's no use to run away cause she'll use the moon above to make you fall in love all the tricks that summer plays she'll have you singing like a bird a song

never heard.

She'll capture you as she captured me.

You'll succumb to summer's symphony.

Though you may not be aware, there's magic in

It's no use to run away, cause she'll use the moon above to make you fall in love.

All the tricks that summer

Capture you

That's Julie La Rosa.

You know that story with Arthur Godfrey.

And that's Archie Blyer of the Orchestra.

Archie from Sheboygan, you

know.

the coming in, but fast.

Lots of daffodils were showing off their skills, nodding all together.

I could almost hear them whisper.

Go on and kiss her.

Go on and kiss her.

If I had to choose one more.

you choose.

That Sunday That Sunday

That was Nat Cole's last hit.

1963 was on the Billboard charts at number 12.

Passed away at age 45.

Nat was from this area, you know.

His dad, his real name is Cole's with an S. Pastor in North Chicago of the First Baptist Church and Nat would sit in.

when he was in the area.

The sun went out just like a diamond ember That's September in the rain To every word of love I heard you whisper The raindrops sing to sing a sweet refrain Spring is here to me, it's still set

September That September In the rain The leaves of brown came tumbling down Remember That September In the rain The sun went out just like a diamond That September

In the rain To every word of love I've heard you whisper The raindrops seem to sing a sweet refrain Spring is here to me It's still September, that September In the rain

That's

Marty Robbins.

That's from Hollywood, the proud and the

profane.

The music of the stars, the orchestra, want to point out is Joe Leahy.

Here he is, his own composition.

Joe Leahy ran the 40-man Army Air Force Orchestra, wrote all the arrangements,

They broadcast every week on CBS radio.

Wrote a lot of music for movies, nobody's heard of Joe Lee.

I'll remember his

songs though.

He usually recorded under his own name and just a few occasions you

Might have seen his name on the label.

Moonlight Bay.

His music is forgotten today.

Well, not entirely.

The music of the stars, Jolie, played with a Les Brown band when he was only 20, and then Charlie Barnett.

and then joined Artie Shaw's group.

He did the tour job.

That's never easy.

Ah, but then he did have a big hit with Doris Stade.

with care.

with Doris Day, an invitation to sit back and relax and enjoy some real listenable music.

There was a program, July 9, 1956 nationally, late at night from New York City Music from Studio X. The discriminating listeners of the era would turn in from New York and Studio X.

with the help and advice of a lot of engineers, communications guys, and musical authorities, W.O.R.

in New York, set about to broadcast a national program on the mutual system, Studio X. A revolutionized America's concept of radio listening.

It was something special, and well, Joe Lay had the orchestra.

Music from Studio X had its own theme.

Here's that.

One more now from Joel.

We would like to take this opportunity to thank all of the performers who came here.

Every one of the hotels on the strip is represented in downtown.

And it's nice to look around the room and see that you've got all the friends and buddies here, as well as family.

And they've made these two days a very pleasant one, in which we've recorded with Buddy Rich and his orchestra.

And I'd like to thank all the kids personally for coming in.

Also, I'd like to thank Mr. Ernie Freeman and Mr. George Rhodes for writing the crazy charts.

Don't you think everyone kind of won?

So we're running out of wax and tape and all that jazz.

Let's say goodbye, George.

Shall we?

Yeah.

Ceases from now on Won't you listen if you can't say anything real nice?

It's better not to talk at all, that's my advice We're split, you go your way I'll go mine, it's best we do Here's a kiss and I hope that this brings

Let's look to you.

Well, it makes no difference how I carry on.

You remember you can talk about me when I'm gone.

Yeah.

Yeah, go ahead.

Talk about it.

I am getting sick.

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Tex Benikey in the

orchestra.

worse than the other verse and walks me around again will he a fisherman

Cap snore.

from Wisconsin dels, sold cheese curds and giant cowbells.

When tourists would ask, what's your favorite task?

He'd say, with tourists, it's whatever sells.

A teacher from Manitowoc, war sandals.

Don't care This fashion completely rocks There once was a moose near superior Who thought that his antlers looked cheery

The music of the star.

Anything can happen.

This is my love

song to Milwaukee.

I fell for you one winter night.

Lake Michigan, still blue and bright.

When the wind cut sharp down Water Street.

And still you pulled me closer, sweet.

Your brick red

your factory hands, your river bands, your brewery bands, you humming clinks of glasses raised in old

Can't stand a shiny blue sky Time seems to fly

We make all our dreams come true.

Wisconsin.

Soft as every robin sings Morning mist on quiet streams Fields still full of summer dreams Kenosha greets the rising sun Meliarchy hums till day is done From racing shore to green bay skies Love is

shining

constant rapids whispers low where winding rivers gently flow Madison's evenings drift so sweet with echoes dancing down the street Apple orchards start to gleam county fairs bring out old dreams crickets play their twilight tune beneath the warm and

So

a good day I hope.

Francis Salbert could be worse.

I never

found a rainbow, never saw a pot of gold.

I lost the dice in Vegas every single time that I rolled

I've stamped my daydreams cancelled and the winter's getting cold Everything happens to me I've known a lot of ladies but there's something that I lack each time

that there's a break up I'm the one who holds the sack and when I give

At first my heart thought you could break this jinx for me That love would turn the trick to end the despair But now I just can't fool this head that thinks for me

in the air.

Now in the school of life, well I was lucky just to pass.

Now I'm chasing rainbows with the losers in the class.

But pal, you don't

Find rainbows in the bottom of a glass Everything happens to me Tell the graft and fold I sent an air

do I fell in love just once and then it had to be with you everything happened

moving to the tiny town of Miami, Arizona.

That reason was the kid next door.

The boy's name was Bobby.

He was a full-blooded Native American, St.

Aegis, Carlos, same grammar school class, but a lot bigger.

Now, Carlos was himself half Irish, half Cherokee.

But apparently, that wasn't good enough for Bobby, so every day after school, he would chase Carlos home.

Most days, he would catch him and beat him up.

But this is the rest of the story.

Right next door to the cottages where Carlos and Bobby lived was a gas station The owner's name was Jack and every day Jack would stand there and he'd watch this sad little scenario recurred the bully chasing the smaller boy and then catching him and then pounding him day after day Jack may have known that Carlos's father was an alcoholic Was mostly oblivious to his son's problems

But one day Jack decided it was time to buddy him so he went to Carlos's mother and he told her please stay in the house today and do not interfere And she agreed and sure enough right on schedule little Carlos came running past the gas station toward his house Bobby the bully was not yet in sight But Jack the gas station man stopped Carlos and he said I'd like to have a word with you Politely but urgently the little boy explained that he must not stop now He had to go inside right away because Bobby was chasing him and he would be here at any minute

Jack said, you're not going anywhere.

You're going to stand up for yourself and fight this boy right now.

But Bobby was too big, Carlos pleaded.

Jack wouldn't listen.

He said, you're not going to run away anymore.

And the more he encouraged Carlos, the braver the little boy became so brave that when Bobby the bully arrived, Carlos actually jumped him and wrestled the bully to the ground.

And there was but a brief tussle at the conclusion of which Bobby the bully cried, I give, I give.

And as Jack the service station man had known in his heart from the start, Bobby would never chase Carlos again.

In fact, perhaps predictably, they became friends.

Now I know this sounds like one of the many mountainous molehills of which childhood is comprised and insignificant episode in the life of...

a couple of greater stories but for Carlos it was ultimately significant and even more the time he turned around and stood his ground made him well made him whatever he was to be forever after for you would never have heard of that little boy who let a bully get the best of him or not for the man he became world middleweight karate champion from 1968 to 1974

And the star of such movie box office knockouts has a force of one, Delta Force, code of silence.

But now whenever you hear his name, you will picture a scared little boy trying to outrun a bully and a concerned stranger who put an end to the running of Carlos Ray Norris, whom the world has come to respect as Chuck Norris.

Now you know.

The rest of the story.

I always thought you had a beard,

like seaweed long and wet.

Not since I got acquainted with these blue blades by Gillette.

I've outlawed whiskers in my court.

Behold, my crew shaved slick.

No other blade can whisk them off.

So extra smooth and quick.

Ooh, look sharp.

Every time you shave.

Who feels sharp can be on the ball.

Just be sharp.

Mugeolet blue blades for the quickest, like the shave's pie.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Okay, I'll take your name off the list.

Are you gonna fight, you're gonna fight Sonny Liston?

He's the biggest guy in the world.

I know, he's pretty big.

But if you did fight him, what would your prediction be for the night of the fight?

I predict rain, snow, flurries.

but was that by a split decision?

He's split my mouth, he's split

my

nose, and he's split my stomach.

He's split your stomach.

And now I'll never be able to carry the flag in a legion parade.

Thank

you so much.

Left the leader man.

with Steve Rossi.

had him on the music of the start.

Marty Ellen got the soldiers' medal for his incredible bravery during World War II.

He was in Italy during the military service and a fire broke out.

There was a mass of danger to all the soldiers around

him.

Marty Allen threw himself under the fire.

Got the soldier's medal for bravery.

They had a parade in his honor.

We lost him on February 12, 2018.

as that owned a restaurant and bar.

Join the Army Air Corps during World War II, stationed in Italy, at the rank of Sergeant.

There was an airplane being refueled.

He drove the fuel truck away, amongst the flames, ran back on foot to the plane,

Then he rolled over the fire with his body in uniform.

They honored him, the army, with a full dress parade.

his partner, Steve Rossi.

Here he is.

ABC Paramount.

Francis

Albert.

Miss Joan.

This is a kind of a fun jazz world, so I think you can get a kick out of it.

Look out now.

One, two, three, two, three, two, three.

Maltormer.

Take a letter, Miss Jones, if you please.

Begin it, my dearest Louise.

This may not surprise you but I idolize you.

Miss Jones, please cover your knees.

Take a letter, Miss Jones, if you will.

Tell her that I'm little skilled In ways of romancing and dining and dancing Miss Jones Please try to sit still Ah, tell her how much I love her Hope that she feels the same My goodness Miss Jones I just realized I don't even know your first name Take a letter and phrase it as such And give it your own special touch

Reward and revise it and capitalize it, Miss Jones.

You're really too much.

Take a letter, Miss Jones, like you're told.

And forgive me if I'm acting bold.

You know, I never make passes, but without your glasses, Miss Jones, you're a sight to behold.

Ah, tell her how much I love her.

Tell her how much I care My goodness, Miss Jones, I really must say That's exciting perfume you wear Take a letter, Miss Jones Get it right And fill it with words of delight And after you're stylin' You may as well file it, Miss Jones

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the passage of time.

Not autumn yet, but people like the Russia.

There was a survey taken and everybody thinks, I guess, that autumn begins after Labor Day, worse even on Labor Day.

No, it's really the 21st of September, but

What are you gonna do?

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Okay, I give

up.

We've got some programs for the year that we're going to surprise you with.

Who wants to hear the same old?

Like my Sharona.

No, you're here for the best stuff ever, aren't you?

And I think we'll surprise you with some local talent.

In fact, why wait?

Here's a lady from Racine, Joan Denman, and her album, I'm Still Here.

Joan Denman on the Air.

The summer wind came blowing in from across the sea It lingered there to touch your hair and walk with me All summer long we sang a song then we strove

Two sweethearts and the sea.

Like painted cats, those days and nights, they went flying by.

The world was new beneath.

One softer than a Piper Man.

the

music of the stars keep your dream

reach for the star

Hugo Winterhalter and he led the Milwaukee Symphony for a year.

From Disney.

The Four Lads and Doris

Day.

star to the right shines with light it's rare and if it's never late

Sammy Kahn, Sammy Fain.

Paul Weston, the orchestra.

Norman

Lubov.

Star

eyes, flashing eyes in which my hopes rise.

Let me show you where my heart lies.

Let me prove that

it adores that loveliness of yours.

All my life I've felt, content to stargaze at the sky.

I want to melt the stardust in your eyes.

Oh, star of eyes, when it

ever will my lips know.

If it's me for whom those eyes know, makes no difference where you are.

Your eyes still hold my wishing star.

If it's me for whom those eyes glow Makes no difference where

you are Your eyes still hold my wishing star Oh, star eyes, star eyes How lovely you are

made the sea and the land he held all the stars in the palm of his hand and they ran through his fingers like grains of sand and one little star fell

special care so it wouldn't get lost again now a man don't mind if the stars grow dim and the clouds

track how it all goes on but I've been walking through the night and the day till my eyes get weary and my head turns gray and sometimes

Jack Jones with Pat Williams Orchestra.

Kurt Weill wrote that, wrote Mac the Knife from Three Penny

Opera.

reach for the star

I speak to the stars in a sky full of wonder, in a world full of magic.

It may be they can hear what

my

heart is thinking of.

To tell me am I making a blunder?

Is this just an illusion or is it real?

But they don't seem to...

This is Webster.

Sammy Fane.

Leith Stevens Orchestra.

Norman Luboth.

Music from a horror movie.

No, no, no, don't turn it off.

No.

Victimone, Oscar winner, Jack Marshall's

Orchestra.

Where two lovers hide A great symphonic theme That's stellar by starlight And not a dream My heart and I agree She's everything

The

picture was the uninvited.

Here's Judy.

as I'm alone with you.

Romantic as we are, a journey to a star could start before the dawn breaks through.

You're right beside my heart with just about a kiss upon.

You

suddenly

dig You're looking in someone's eyes You suddenly realize That

this could be the start of something big

You discover at the gate, my friend.

Invite her in without a second.

be the start of something very big why don't you play your part please give your heart to me and see

could be the start of something this could be the heart of something this could be the start of something

big Colonel Floyd Graham pilot Mr. Harry Chamberlain astronomer of the Mount Wilson and Palomar Observatory staffs Mr. Chamberlain will serve as navigator Major William Corrigan

Engineer, I shall now ask Dr. Ekstrom to outline the flight plan for you.

Carl?

X minus 14

minutes.

The distance between the Earth and the Moon at its closest proximity is 238,000 miles.

We expect to cover this distance in approximately 48 hours.

The first phase of our flight will be the ascent to an altitude of 300 miles.

From the start, while we pass through the troposphere and stratosphere, until we reach the ionosphere, the flight will be controlled by our automatic pilot.

After we have climbed through the atmosphere, we will turn the rocket into a parallel course with the surface of the Earth.

In flying parallel with the Earth's surface, we receive added boost from its rotation.

minus

13 minutes.

Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.

Travel fast as light till we're lost from sight The earth is like a toy balloon

What

a thrill you get riding on a jet Destination moon We'll go up, up, up, up Straight to the moon we two High in the starry blue I'll be out of this world with you

A supersonic honeymoon Leave your cares below, pull the switch, let's go!

Destination Moon

Because the Earth is like a tiny toy balloon.

We'll go up, up, up, up, straight to the moon, we too.

High in the starry blue, I'll be out of this world with you.

So away we steal in space will be a supersonic honey.

Pull the switch, let's go!

justice, truth, and freedom throughout the universe.

An

outbreak of kidnappings has alarmed the universe.

High officials have mysteriously disappeared.

Commissioner of Public Safety Kerry sends for Captain Video to investigate the trouble.

Thanks for getting here, proper Captain.

I'm glad you brought the video rager with you.

We came on the double, Commissioner.

What's happening around here?

Why the rush summons to the moon of all places?

Well, I was here to supervise the launching ceremonies for a new rocket ship when my office in Planet City sent me a spacecraft.

There's been another disappearance.

Charles Henderson, the Earth's ambassador to Saturn.

Anderson, when did he disappear?

Yesterday.

His office on Saturn reports he simply vanished into thin air.

Well, Commissioner, that means we head for Saturn.

the galaxy prepared to blast off.

Can you read me,

moon tower?

I read your galaxy.

Gero stabilizer set, wrapping atomic engines.

Blast off, minus 20 seconds.

You'll mixture 6.734.

Blast off,

minus 10 seconds.

Rockets in.

Blast off, minus...

Have turned to gold

Julie, London.

My name is Mr. Bloom and I'm from New Rochelle.

And I sing this happy tune.

Because my son, the astronaut, young Harvey Bloom, has landed on the moon.

My wife and I, we miss our little Harvey so.

Back here in New Rochelle.

That every single night.

in the pale moonlight.

We walk out on the patio and yell, shine on, shine on Harvey Blue.

Up in the sky, you have been in orbit since January, February, June, and July.

without your room.

So shine on, shine on, Harvey Bloom up there on the moon.

We'll miss you on the holidays.

This year, they're coming later.

We hope you have a very lovely Seder in your crater.

Your mama sent the astronauts some chicken soup at school.

They're using it instead of rocket fuel.

Like outer space, you ought to see your sister Janet.

She came in with a hairdo that is from another planet.

Your girlfriend surely misses you.

The Air Force says she had a temper tantrum on the launching pad.

Shine on, shine on, army bloom.

Up in the sky.

Under separate.

you some pickles and a corned beef on rye.

You brought promo seltzer with you.

I presume...

Remember

those two gals we used to date?

We always used to take them out under a dark moon.

Just couldn't face them in the light.

Uh,

man, if there was anything at all I could do to stay...

Can we

get you a hotel room?

Excuse me.

Can you excuse us for a second?

Can we see you for a second, please?

Excuse us.

You know, from here and here, we've got a little bit of a dilemma here.

We've got a crisis ourselves.

I want to be able to introduce myself.

Polka King in the Midwest?

The

Kenosha

Kickers?

No?

That's okay, I thought you might've read it.

Anyways, I had a few hits a few years ago.

That's why, you know, polka polka polka polka polka polka polka.

No?

In Twin Lights Polka, Tamaguchi Polka, aka Kiss Me Polka, Polka Twist.

These are songs.

Yeah.

Yeah, we, some fairly big hits for us, you know, nearly 70, you know.

Yeah,

we sold about 623 copies of that.

In Chicago?

No, Chicago.

Very big in Chicago.

I still see your apron by the kitchen light Coffee on the stove every Sunday night You'd hum those little songs while the rain came down Made a tiny heaven in our little town

All right, that obviously leads us in the news.

See what's shaking in this crazy old world of ours.

Then back to the music of the star, right here.

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Can you excuse us for a second?

Can I see you for a second, please?

Excuse us.

Help us.

Couldn't help it here, and you got a little bit of a dilemma there.

We got a crisis ourselves.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Gus Polinsky.

How are you?

Polka King of the Midwest.

Did the Kenosha kickers?

Hi there.

Hi, yeah.

No?

That's okay.

I thought you might have recognized.

Anyways, um, I had a few hits a few years ago.

That's why I, you know, just polka polka polka

polka polka.

No, in Twin Lakes polka, Damavuji polka, aka Kiss Me Polka, polka twist.

Well, these are songs.

Yeah.

Yeah, we, some fairly big hits for us, you know, in the early 70s, you know.

Yeah, we sold about 623 copies of that.

In Chicago?

No, Sheboygan.

Very big in Sheboygan.

They love it.

Down in Kenosha, where the cold winds always blow.

Kospolinski's Kenosha kickers put on quite a show.

With a clarinet and warbling and his accordion held tight.

The Kenosha kickers play there every night.

so quickly for every boy and girl they dance the twin legs polka all night long and everybody knows the words to every song hey

polka

polka polka the music never stops we'll do the kiss me polka every night until we drop and when we go to heaven we'll polka up there too Gus will lead the kickers and below they'll polka too

Good times roll along.

Hey, from racing up to shaboygin' We sing our merry song.

We spin around the dance floor.

We dance the night away.

Gus Paulinsky's polka magic makes us swing and sway.

Hey!

There's a glass in K-Town When the band begins to play Forgussin' all the kickers Who can brighten any day And if you hear that squeeze box late Some night way down the block Best Polinsky's Kenosha kickers Play around the clock

What advice ends?

emergency bracket.

Come,

Mr.

Tallyman, tally me banana.

Come, Mr. Tallyman, tally me

banana.

Seven foot, eight foot bunch!

Daylight come and we want go home.

Day, is a day,

oh.

Daylight come and we want go

home.

Day, is a day, is a day, is a day.

Daylight come

and we want

go home.

A beautiful bunch.

All right, banana.

Live six foot, seven foot, eight foot, much.

Daylight come and we won't go home.

Six foot, seven foot, eight foot.

Not to ask you not to shout like that.

Well,

it's

like riding my ear, man.

Well, it goes with the song.

Yeah, but don't holler in my ear,

man.

Well, it's an

authentic calypso.

Yeah, but like how I

stand next to me,

man.

Well, the shout

go

with the bongo drums.

Well, not my bongo drums, man.

I mean, move away.

Well, I don't see why.

No, no, no.

Stand

over next to the guitar, man.

He sent me over here.

Yeah.

Well, then sing soft, man.

You know, I mean like wow.

OK.

Yeah.

It's too loud, man.

Yeah.

He's a day, he's a day, he's a day, he's a day, he's a day, he's a day, oh-ho.

Daylight come and we won't go home.

Yeah, man.

Who are called night and a drink of rum?

Daylight come and we won't go home.

Stocked banana till the morning comes.

Daylight come and we won't go home.

Lift six

foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch.

too loud six foot seven four eight foot punch my ears my ears like my ears no hollard man it's too shrill man

It's too piercing.

Oh, well, I don't see why.

No, it's too piercing, man.

It's

too piercing.

Well, I gotta do the shout.

No, man, it's too piercing.

Like, I don't dig loud noises.

Well, you ruined the whole...

Piercing.

Record is what you do.

Yeah, well, tough.

I'll take my bongos and go, man, because the whole thing is like bugging me anyhow.

Yeah, well, wait a minute.

I won't shout.

No, I'm

cut, man.

Like, I didn't want to make this gig in the first

place.

No, no, wait a minute.

I'll be soft.

Yeah.

Well, then back off for me, man.

It's too piercing.

Okay.

Too loud, man.

I can still hear you.

Would you mind leaving the room?

Okay.

Crazy.

Don't

sing about spiders.

I mean, ooh, like I don't dig spiders.

Well, that's how the song goes.

He goes...

Is that it?

Can I leave now?

Oh, not yet.

We got a big finish.

Yeah,

man.

I locked myself out.

Crazy.

I come through the window.

concern ourselves with current issues that are vitally important to every single American.

We're talking about bananas.

That's right.

That's a very important thing nowadays because everybody knows, first of all, that very simply, basically, truthfully, bananas are little yellow fruit that grow on little yellow banana trees and they're indigenous to tropical climates, right?

That's right.

And the people climb these trees and they pick them.

They're picked by little yellow banana pickers and shipped to this country.

and little yellow banana boats.

Little tiny yellow banana boats like this.

And here in the USA, in the good old days, we law-abiding citizens used to just be satisfied with peeling these and eating the bananas, right?

But now we peel them and we puff them as fast as we can get

our little

yellow teeth on it.

And this is a song about bananas.

It's a song with great appeal.

You ever wonder why a monkey acts on every side?

The things he does are crazy as can be.

Come on now, the crunky little monkey.

That little jungle junkie.

Bananas and ghosts freaking through the trees.

Have you ever sung along to a banana maker song?

Mr. Tally Man, Tally Me Bananas.

They can wait to pick them, get home to roll and lick them.

A million picker puffers can't be wrong.

They want a pack of ripe bananas, 20 cost a banana.

Break your mental filter, will do.

Oh, well, there's nothing quite as cute as a youngster smoking through dance.

Bacon bananas is better than drink and juice.

Even now as we sing this stupid little song, people all across the nation, millions of Americans are buying and smoking bananas.

The

country is being swept by banana mania.

That's right.

Banana sales are skyrocketing.

Yes, America, the country has a monkey on its back.

But next thing you know, we'll be out of...

The supermarkets will be sold out of bananas.

Right.

You'll have to check your ashtrays and you won't find a single banana butt in the house.

The only sort left then for bananas will have to be the pusher, the black market, the little black market banana pusher panderer.

Right.

You'll be forced to deal with criminals.

Yes.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is what could happen to our whole great society.

Our society slipping on banana peels.

I say ban the bananas.

Bananas!

Yes, ban the bananas.

Bananas are un-American.

Un-American, yes.

America is apple pie.

Third.

Mom, an apple pie.

That's our heritage, friends.

We must protect it from the yellow menace.

Even now it threatens to tear us under the very core of our moral fiber.

Nay, the very core of our very apple core.

Yes, our very apple core.

And let us once again assert ourselves right or wrong.

to our commitment to be wild.

to see if I can help a neighbor policy.

I

bring a song about

bananas.

I sing it low, I sing it high.

I make big hit with medicados.

I make big

hit with medicados.

I sing a song about bananas.

I could sing about the blue light on a very, very tropical equator.

But no, I sing about bananas.

It's impossible to beat them But bananas like the climate of a very, very topical equator

So you should never put banana

town with a banana

bananas we have no bananas today we've got string beans and onions and big juicy lemons and all kinds of fruit and say we've got an old-fashioned tomato a Long Island potato we have no bananas

street whose name is Mr. Pete and he keeps good things to eat but you should hear him speak when you ask him anything he never answers no he just yeses you to death and then he takes your dough oh yes we know God of the banana we know God of the banana today got a little beans in the bigger

The beans in the red, the beans in the white, the beans in all kinds of beans insane.

We got it the old fashioned salami.

We even got it the Brooklyn pastrami.

Oh yes, we know got it the banana.

I need help right away.

When he got them in the store, there was fun you bet.

Have dogs that are better than bananas?

I always say, ain't it?

Oh, yes!

We have no bananas.

Overlooking the Ucktown section of downtown Parkstown.

Stay with us, won't you?

And enjoy the sweetest music this side of the Manonga Healer River.

One mile high, two and one half blocks in the center of Old New Orleans.

Ah, there's Gayety Merrimiton dancing in the hotel sheets nightly.

Now to get things underway, Pete and his loyal bandidos play a medley of old standard favorites.

Commencing with your red scarf matches your eyes.

Close cover before striking.

Your father had the ship-fitter blues, and loving you has made me bananas.

This beautiful picture and lovely lyric portrayed vocally by Dickie Ryan.

Oh, your red scarf matches your eyes.

You closed your cover before stride.

Father had to ship better blues.

Loving you has made me banana.

Holy red scarf matches your...

Turn.

She'd not search for precious gold Of wealth I have my share For with my eyes I scan the skies And find my fortune there A host of priceless dreams unfold In songs that bluebirds sing The earth, the sea, belong to me I'm richer than a king To add to things that money cannot buy

An echo brings this very soft reply.

Yes, we have no bananas.

We have no bananas today.

We string beans and onions, caponials and scallions, and all right, the fruit and sand.

Yes, we have no bananas.

We had enough of banana, now what good is a banana split?

We have amontons and buttons and kiffers with zippers and pounds of devaluated pounds.

Banana, S-T-I-N-K-I.

They ain't no stinkin' bananas.

Precisely, they ain't no stinkin' bananas.

Yes, we have no bananas.

Pip, pip, cheerio and all the treats.

We got bagels and lots, a bagel that's a donut dipped in cement.

We got delicious caniches and kosher champagne, the kosher champagne.

There's two sets, plain pastrami, salami, matos, and jam.

You should find an expression.

We even got ham, but yes, we ain't got bananas.

We ain't got bananas today.

Served my chick a mess of calories.

Banana split for my baby.

A glass of plain water for me.

Flip back the lit scoop and the thing in sight.

Make it a rainbow of red, brown, and white.

Chocolate chip and everything.

Just for

She likes to wade right through.

Banana split for my baby.

A glass of plain water for me.

Now add the cherries, the kind she loves too much.

Skip one banana, use the whole dawn bunch.

Drone it and fudge six or seven cans.

Give her two spoons.

She'll eat it with both hands.

The night that I woke and cried.

Take me to New York City.

Please, let's ride to New York.

That was my nirvana.

No more little bitty, gone to New York City.

That's all I got.

I dreamed it would be The place that I would reside in The place that I would call home Now what's become of what was so glorified Now what's become of what was so inside Let's face it, now it's for ride bananas But no matter

be denied so what if it's fried it's home no

to

write a lyric

to.

How'd that happen?

Well, I'll tell you.

One night when my baby was leaving for a gig, he shook his head and said, I haven't seen you at the piano in months.

All you're doing is business.

That's right, I said.

You gotta wear all the hats today.

Do the mailings, shop your CD, look for gigs to play.

Stop, he said.

That's not good for your soul.

Do something creative.

Get on a roll and write a lyric by the time I get home.

Here, try.

and at random he opened the fake book to fry bananas and now this Dexter Gordon tune tells my own true story I was a kid the night that I walk and cried take me to New York City please let's ride to New York that was my

Nirvana No more little bitty Gone to New York City That's all I could see I dreamed it would be The place that I would reside in The place that I would call home Now what's become of what was so glorified Now what's become of what was so inside Let's fade

That's Anne Phillips

with Dave Brubeck.

Cezette and her in the big band.

Music of the Star.

Stand by for NBC

News.

The music of the star is a

noose.

Francis Albert Sinatra.

Punch a hole in a dam.

No one could make that ram scram.

He kept buttoning that dam cause he had high hopes.

He had high hopes.

He had high apple pie in the

sky hopes.

So any time you're feeling bad, instead of feeling sad, just remember that ram.

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the music of the star.

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If her escorts must wear a topper, and each man's the man of the week, if she rides around in a brand new foreign car, the chances are the ladies are scarred.

If her whims are close to alarming and it's known she's thrown a few things if they

Someone with the same credentials.

Someone with the same essentials.

Someone who is worshiped from above.

Then you take a look at the calendar.

I

think.

The torchlight glows at evening time The crickets sing their last refrain And somewhere

Like a spring

dark, cynical, mysterious world of film noir, with a movie from one of the pioneering directors of the genre, Fritz Lang.

Lang's most significant movies came early in his career while working in Germany.

He demonstrated his mastery of German expressionism in a couple of landmark films, the thriller M and the sci-fi classic Metropolis.

But after leaving Germany for Hollywood, Lang made a series of crime thrillers in the 40s and 50s with the gritty realism and the obsessive threatening themes that

came to define the film noir style, including the woman in the window, the big heat, while the city sleeps, and the movie we have coming up next.

It's from Warner Brothers in 1953, The Blue Gardenia.

And Baxter stars as a young woman who agrees to go out with a playboy after learning her fiance is dumping her for another woman.

Her lascivious date, played by Raymond Burr, plies her with wine, but not enough to stop her from fending off his advances.

It was enough wine, however, to cause her to pass out.

After fleeing his apartment the next morning with little recollection of what happened, she learns he's been murdered and she can't help but suspect herself.

The movie also features Richard Conte and Southern and George Reeves star of the Superman TV series.

And Nat King Cole puts in an appearance as himself singing the title

song.

Now I'm alone with you And I am also blue She has tossed us aside And like you, Godina

Once I was near her heart.

After the teardrops start.

Where our teardrops too high.

like a flower, then the petals fell.

Blue Godia, thrown to a passing breeze, but pressed in my book of man.

version of Blue Gardenia.

The music of the star.

Joe Raposo

wrote this for Frank.

With sadness and yearning I don't know why I turned my eyes away But it's so easy

and the laughter knowing how you would play it if the chance to play it over

Again The room was so alive with all her feelings and lungs I saw the spark of danger in her eyes Well, how

would

it have hurt me if I

turned back and held her a moment passes something lovely dies but it's so easy looking at the game the morning after adding up the kisses

and the laughter knowing how you would play it if the chance to play it over

As

I approach the prime of my life I find I have the time of my life Learning to enjoy at my leisure all the simple pleasures And so I happily conceive

That this is all I ask This is all I need Beautiful girls Walk a little slow When you walk by

me lingering sunsets stay a little longer with the lonely sea children everywhere when you shoot at batman

Shoot at me Take me to that strange enchanted land Grown-up seldom understand

To own Stars in the sky Make my wish come true

Tony's version the best.

This is Phil Harris on the music of the stars.

Civic meeting a radio network.

You were

Boston.

I was Vegas.