Monthly Archives: September 2012

“The Teddy Bear’s Picnic” – Music by John W. Bratton and Lyrics by Jimmy Kennedy

If you go out in the woods today
You’re sure of a big surprise.
If you go out in the woods today
You’d better go in disguise.

For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic.
Picnic time for teddy bears,

The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.
Watch them, catch them unawares,
And see them picnic on their holiday.
See them gaily dance about.

They love to play and shout.
And never have any cares.
At six o’clock their mommies and daddies
Will take them home to bed
Because they’re tired little teddy bears.

If you go out in the woods today,
You’d better not go alone.
It’s lovely out in the woods today,
But safer to stay at home.

For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic

Every teddy bear, that’s been good
Is sure of a treat today
There’s lots of wonderful things to eat
And wonderful games to play

Beneath the trees, where nobody sees
They’ll hide and seek as long as they please
Today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic

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Excerpt from speech by Martin Luther King, Jr. ~~Dream~~

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

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“Moon River” often performed by Andy Williams

Moon river, wider than a mile

I’m crossing you in style some day

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker

Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way

 

Two drifters, off to see the world

There’s such a lot of world to see

We’re after the same rainbow’s end, waitin’ ’round the bend

My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me

 

(moon river, wider than a mile)

(I’m crossin’ you in style some day)

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker

Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way

 

Two drifters, off to see the world

There’s such a lot of world to see

We’re after that same rainbow’s end, waitin’ ’round the bend

My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me

Andy Williams performing “Moon River” at the Academy Awards for 1961

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Excerpt from “Retreat From Kokoda” by Raymond Paull

Between the main track and the creek, the mounting violence of the Horie Battalion’s attack also achieved a break-through into Dickenson’s perimeter. The impetus of the enemy’s advance carried them on, to overrun parts of 13 and 15 Platoon areas, as well as that of 9 Platoon, which Key had sent forward in response to Dickenson’s appeal for assistance. The Japanese moved swiftly into the gap, to consolidate and extend their costly gain.

Key and his Intelligence Officer, Lieutenant Stanley Bisset, a brother of 10 Platoon’s commander, going forward to study the situation, had themselves dispersed an enemy patrol. By now, Key possessed few reserves, but he sent the bulk of them, from Headquarters Company, forward in support of C Company, and for an immediate counter-attack. Amongst these troops was a Signals party, led by Sergeant R. N. Thompson, who also took command of the remnants of 9 Platoon, in which Lieutenant Cox had been killed, and all wounded men of non-commissioned rank.

On this part of the flank, the intense fire from both sides had created a wilderness of devastated jungle. The smaller trees and the foliage of the larger timber, cut down in great swathes by the bombardment, lay in a tangled mass amidst the splintered debris. Before the counter-attack, Thompson led a fighting patrol out from the patch of ground held by 9 Platoon, hoping to push the enemy back along the track. Seven men of 9 Platoon and the Headquarters Company joined him, including Pte. Bruce Steel Kingsbury, aged 24, of Preston, Melbourne. Twenty yards away, the Japanese were preparing for a fresh attack when Kingsbury charged into their midst. Armed with a Bren-gun and a plentiful supply of magazines and grenades, Kingsbury scattered and for some moments utterly demoralized the enemy.

Farther back, the Japanese machine-gunners saw him and opened fire, intent on bringing him down. Kingsbury ran on, heedless of danger, sweeping the enemy positions with the fire of his gun. The patrol, close behind, finished what he began. They passed two native huts, and reached the edge of the jungle beyond a small clearing where a tall rock, twelve feet high, protruded on the left-hand side. Kingsbury and the patrol had regained 100 yards of ground, and Thompson resolved there to prepare temporary positions. Kingsbury then was fifteen yards ahead. He had fitted a fresh magazine and was maintaining the attack when a sniper’s bullet killed him.

Thompson and Pte. Alan Avery, who had been Kingsbury’s lifelong friend, saw the Japanese on the top of the tall rock. But before anyone could intervene, the enemy marksman fired one shot, dropped to the ground on the far side of the rock, and escaped into the jungle. In the instant that they saw the Japanese raise his rifle, and heard the shot ring out, Thompson and Avery saw Kingsbury stumble and pitch forward in his stride.

Kingsbury’s initiative and superb courage in removing the enemy’s threat to Battalion Headquarters and helping to restore the Australian line in this sector, won him the posthumous award of the Victoria Cross. A composite platoon, representing A, C and Headquarter Companies, held the ground which cost him his life.

VX19139 Private Bruce Steel Kingsbury
2/14th Australian Infantry Battalion AIF

Victoria Cross Citation

29th August, 1942 at Isurava, Papua

In New Guinea, the Battalion to which Private Kingsbury belonged had been holding a position in the Isurava area for two days against continuous and fierce enemy attacks. On 29th August 1942, the enemy attacked in such force that they succeeded in breaking through the Battalion’s right flank, creating serious threats both to the rest of the Battalion and to its Headquarters. To avoid the situation becoming more desperate it was essential to regain immediately lost ground on the right flank. Private Kingsbury, who was one of the few survivors of a Platoon which had been overrun and severely cut about by the enemy, immediately volunteered to join a different platoon which had been ordered to counter-attack. He rushed forward firing the Bren gun from his hip through terrific machine-gun fire and succeeded in clearing a path through the enemy. Continuing to sweep enemy positions with his fire and inflicting an extremely high number of casualties on them, Private Kingsbury was then seen to fall to the ground shot dead by the bullet from a sniper hiding in the wood. Private Kingsbury displayed a complete disregard for his own safety. His initiative and superb courage made possible the recapture of a position which undoubtedly saved Battalion Headquarters, as well as causing heavy casualties amongst the enemy. His coolness, determination and devotion to duty in the face of great odds was an inspiration to his comrades.

 

 

 

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Dialogue from Film – Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life ~~Death~~

[He materializes outside a lowly cottage and strikes the  door with his scythe. Geoffrey, who is Marketing Director of Uro-Pacific Ltd, opens the door. From inside the house comes the sound of a dinner party.]

Geoffrey:            Yes?

[Pause. The Reaper breathes death-rattlingly.]

Is it about the hedge?

[More breathing.]

Look, I’m awfully sorry but…

Grim Reaper:    I am the Grim Reaper.

I am Death.

Geoffrey:            Yes well, the thing is, we’ve got some people from

  America for dinner tonight…

[Geoffrey’s wife, Angela is coming to see who is at the door. She calls:]

Angela:                Who is it, darling?

Geoffrey:            It’s a Mr Death or something… he’s come about the reaping…

  [To Reaper.] I don’t think we need any at the moment.

Angela:                [appearing] Hallo. Well don’t leave him hanging around

  outside darling, ask him in.

Geoffrey:            Darling, I don’t think it’s quite the moment…

Angela:                Do come in, come along in, come and have a drink, do.

  Come on…

[She returns to her guests.]

  It’s one of the little men from the village… Do come in, please.

  This is Howard Katzenberg from Philadelphia…

Katzenberg:       Hi.

Angela:                And his wife, Debbie.

Debbie:                Hallo there.

Angela:                And these are the Portland-Smythes, Jeremy and Fiona.

Fiona:                   Good evening.

Angela:                This is Mr Death.

[There is a slightly awkward pause.]

  Well do get Mr Death a drink, darling.

[The Grim Reaper looks a little startled.]

Angela:                Mr Death is a reaper.

Grim Reaper:    The Grim Reaper.

Angela:                Hardly surprising in this weather, ha ha ha…

Katzenberg:       So you still reap around here do you, Mr Death?

Grim Reaper:    I am the Grim Reaper.

Geoffrey:            [sotto voce] That’s about all he says… [Loudly]

  There’s your drink, Mr Death.

Angela:                Do sit down.

Debbie:                We were just talking about some of the awful problems

  facing the –

[The Grim Reaper knocks the glass off the table. Startled silence.]

Angela:                Would you prefer white? I’m afraid we don’t have any beer.

Jeremy:               The Stilton’s awfully good.

Grim Reaper:    I am not of this world.

[He walks into the middle of the table. There is a sharp intake of breath all round.]

Geoffrey:            Good Lord!

[The penny is beginning to drop.]

Grim Reaper:    I am Death.

Debbie:                [nervously] Well isn’t that extraordinary?

  We were just talking about death only five minutes ago.

Angela:                [even more nervously] Yes we were.

  You know, whether death is really… the end…

Debbie:                As my husband, Howard here, feels… or whether there is…

  and one so hates to use words like ‘soul’ or ‘spirit’…

Jeremy:               But what *other* words can one use…

Geoffrey:            Exactly…

Grim Reaper:    You do not understand.

Debbie:                Ah no… obviously not…

Katzenberg:       Let me tell you something, Mr Death…

Grim Reaper:    You do not understand!

Katzenberg:       Just one moment. I would like to express on behalf of

  everyone here, what a really unique experience this is…

Jeremy:               Hear hear.

Angela:                Yes, we’re *so* delighted that you dropped in, Mr Death…

Katzenberg:       Can I finish please…

Debbie:                Mr Death… is there an after-life?

Katzenberg:       Dear, if you could just wait please a moment…

Angela:                Are you sure you wouldn’t like some sherry?

Katzenberg:       Angela, I’d like just to say at this time…

Grim Reaper:    Be quiet!

Katzenberg:       Can I just say this at this time, please…

Grim Reaper:    Silence!!! I have come for you.

[Pause as this sinks in. Sidelong glance. A stifled fart.]

Angela:                … You mean to…

Grim Reaper:    … Take you away. That is my purpose. I am Death.

Geoffrey:            Well that’s cast rather a gloom over the evening hasn’t it?

Katzenberg:       I don’t see it that way, Geoff. Let me tell you what I think

  we’re dealing with here, a potentially positive learning

  experience…

Grim Reaper:    Shut up! Shut up you American. You always talk, you

  Americans, you talk and you talk and say ‘Let me tell

  you something’ and ‘I just wanna say this’, Well you’re

  dead now, so shut up.

Katzenberg:       Dead?

Grim Reaper:    Dead.

Angela:                All of us??

Grim Reaper:    All of you.

Geoffrey:            Now look here. You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses

  and then announce quite casually that we’re all dead.

  Well I would remind you that you are a guest in this house and…

[The Grim Reaper pokes him in the eye.]

Grim Reaper:    Be quiet! You Englishmen… You’re all so fucking pompous

  and none of you have got any balls.

Debbie:                Can I ask you a question?

Grim Reaper:    What?

Debbie:                … How can we all have died at the *same* time?

Grim Reaper:    [pointing] The salmon mousse! [They all goggle.]

Geoffrey:            [to Angela] Darling, you didn’t use tinned salmon did you?

Angela:                [unbelievably embarrassed] I’m most dreadfully embarrassed…

Grim Reaper:    Now, the time has come. Follow… follow me…

[Geoffrey suddenly runs forward with a revolver. He looses four shots at the Grim Reaper from about three feet. They pass through him. Pause. Everyone is rather embarrassed.]

Geoffrey:            Sorry… Just… testing… Sorry… [He sits.]

Grim Reaper:    Come!

[Out of their bodies, spirit forms arise and follow the Grim Reaper.]

Angela:                The fishmonger promised me he’d have some fresh salmon

  and he’s normally *so* reliable…

Jeremy:               Can we bring our glasses?

Fiona:                   Good idea.

Debbie:                Hey I didn’t even eat the mousse…

[They follow the Grim Reaper out of the house.]

Angela:                Honestly, darling, I’m so embarrassed… I mean to serve salmon

  with botulism at a dinner party is social death…

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Dialogue from Film – The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Frank n Furter,

It’s all over.

Your Mission is a failure.

Your lifestyle’s too extreme.

I’m your new commander;

You now are my prisoner.

We return to Transylvania;

Prepare the Transit beam.

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“On the Birth of a Son” by David Campbell

For Andrew

 

The day the boy was born, the wall fell down

That flanks our garden. There’s an espaliered pear,

And then the wall I laboured with such care

Such sweat and foresight, locking stone with stone,

To build. Well, it’s just a wall, but it’s my own,

I built it. Sitting in a garden chair

With flowers against the wall, it’s good to stare

Inwards. But now some freak of wind has blown

and tumbled it across the lawn – a sign

Perhaps. Indeed, when I first saw the boy,

I thought, he’s humble now, but wait a few

Years and we’ll see!- out following a line

Not of our choice at all. And then with joy

I looked beyond the stones and saw the view.

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