We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
As an antidote, I assume, to political insanity (like my shirt and duck hunting posts were today) Buddy emails this timely post:
Oscar Greeley Hammerstein's birthday was a few days ago. The New Yorker wrote nearly 1000 songs in his career. In the "Rogers & Hammerstein" partnership enterprise, he wrote the lyrics while Richard Rogers wrote the melody.
OH's parents were immigrants - father a German Jew, mother a - Scots-English (the son was raised Episcopalian). The father is credited with inventing the 'pie in the face' vaudeville routine.
Oscar pronounced his name not as 'hammer-styne' but in the German 'ohmer-schteen'. He spanned the time of America's great rise, born in Belle-Epoch 1895, and left this earth in in the JFK era, as we began to go the moon, in 1960.
Only in America.
And this clip from the eponymous 1955 film of the wartime Broadway hit (it opened in bloody and depressing 1943, when the Axis was yet rampant, and won a Special Pulitzer in the dark year 1944) depicts a time from the turn of the 19th to 20th century.
So we get a layered helping of entertainment here - the great talent and performance, but also three looks at America, all roughly a half-century apart per each.
Wiki doesn't (but should) mention that the familiar hollywood supporting actors are by-and-large not professional singers. The effect of the common (AKA "not all that technically good") voice seems to "break the fourth wall" and charm the audience plumb silly.
Of course the leads, Gordon MacRae and Shirley Jones, are sher-nuff professional singers (Jones makes her debut here, but still you have to call that voice 'professional').
I think you have it backwards there ole buddy. German is stein not steen. You don't drink beer from a steen. In Deutsch the second vowl is the pronounced one. Think Riesling (reesling). Here is a good example: the words steil and stiel, steep and stick are pronounced stile and steel. simple really :)
Thanks, Capt. Craig --i thought i had it right but --oops!
...and thanks BD for printing the email (you're right on the thought behind the action), and thanks all y'all who enjoyed it.
Dawned on me after making a mention of Shirley Jones' voice, the one song i linked hadn't featured it. Try this one: People Will Say We're in Love --it's every breath of fresh air the title song is and more, really:
...and for one o them revealing peeps into that "Victorian morality" that we boomers grew up thinking was so "repressive" --look here how lightly Curly handles temptation --and see if you think what i thought watching it --that by putting his gal "on a pedestal" (remember your training --sneer when you say them words! LOL) he is doing wonders for their longevity as a happy couple:
buddy dear ... I can remember when women were placed "on a pedestal" -- the one that our modern feminists couldn't wait to vacate. Those of us from 'way back when' found that there was a lot more freedom for women then than today's scriptwriters of such misguided TV series thought there was. One could step off the pedestal when necessary, and we did, but we found it was a great place from which to survey the problem to be solved, and then to plan a solution. And it was comforting for our menfolk, primitive creatures that they are [bless them] to store us while they defended us.
All in all, the pedestals made both men and women feel better about themselves. Nowadays, men just can't tell where they are -- whether they should hold the door for women or push them aside, doff their hats in respect or ignore the woman who is standing while they are sitting, even if she is hugely pregnant. It's enough to make today's men retire to a man-cave and pull up the ladder.