#Mr. Tuttle

[jhsharman]

"The Actress"

"Go Man! Go!" might be what you would be telling in the stands, rooting for your team, while watching Neolithic Man as they rub two sticks together for the first time and discover they can create fire.

Why not just keep Pepper's dress color?

Hm... "Infamous". It comes just as out of the blue, actually.

[angrycommielez]

These are the songs I picture Katniss singing. Appalachian/mountain tunes, bluegrass and folk music, lullabies, old traditionnal songs her father may have taught her.

Songs about freedom, love, hard times and hope, living in poverty, death, prison, coal mines accidents, workers' strikes, natives and the land...that she could pass down to her children as well.

Credit for picture : Joanna Bush

[rogers-attic]

what hasn’t tuttle done

[mashpoll]

Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde (s2 e5): After operating non-stop for more than a day, Hawkeye flips out and, among other things, tries to give North Korea the camp’s latrine.

Tuttle (s1 e15): Hawkeye creates a fictional captain in order to give the local orphanage money and medical supplies.

[dick-chugger]

Went to the library to look around and found a few M*A*S*H DVDs. Which would be like whatever since I can watch it on the Internet Archive easily BUT since these are Finnish DVDs, they have translations, even for episode names. So here are the insane Finnish names of episodes from seasons 1 and 2. Translations under the cut.

Season 1:

Pilot = A Small "Party" at the Field Hospital ("party" is not Finnish which makes it sound really weird)

To Market, to Market = In the Black Market

Requiem for a Lightweight = Aether Hawks Coming In

Chief Surgeon Who? = The Unbeatable Chief Surgeon

The Moose = The Sergeant's Muse

Yankee Doodle Doctor = Surgeons in the World of the Marx Brothers

Bananas, Crackers and Nuts = Hawkeye Under Psychiatric Monitoring

Cowboy = The Wounded Cowboy

Henry, Please Come Home = The High Ranking Officer in a Spa

I Hate a Mystery = The Perry Mason Specialty

Germ Warfare = The Bloody Bunk Shortage

Dear Dad = A Christmas Letter for "Daddy" (again, "daddy" is not Finnish, making this sound incredibly sexual)

Edwina = Lovable Edwina

Love Story = Oh Dear Bach

Tuttle = Glory to Captain Tuttle

The Ringbanger = Hawkeye Style Soap Opera

Sometimes You Hear the Bullet = Death in the OR

Dear Dad...Again = The Surgeon's Nude Lunch

The Long-John Flap = The Cold Winter's Underwear Circulation

The Army-Navy Game = Surgeons as Bomb Diffusers

Sticky Wicket = Patient or Ego, Hawkeye?

Major Fred C. Dobbs = Korea, the Land of Gold

Ceasefire = Premature Joy

Showtime = "Showtime" in the Midst of War

Season 2:

Divided We Stand = Psychiatric Syndromes

Radar's Report = Corporal Klinger's Perverse Clothes

5 O'Clock Charlie = 5 O'Clock Comic Relief

For the Good of the Outfit = A Top Secret Find

Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde = Dr. Pierce, Tireless Operator

L.I.P. (Local Indigenous Personnel) = Marriage Conseling Running on Gin

Kim = Little Kim in the Mine Field

The Trial of Henry Blake = Blake's Boys' Forbidden Delights (sounds like a porno)

Dear Dad... Three = War Diary Pages for the Old Man

The Sniper = Ballistic Bustles in Blake's [_____] (Camp maybe?)

Carry On, Hawkeye = The Sick Medicinaries

The Incubator = Incubators at the Press Conference

Deal Me Out = Card Sharks and Macabre [_____]

Hot Lips and Empty Arms = Hot Lips and Empty Arms (wow)

Officers Only = Couple of Drinks at the Officers' Club

Henry in Love = Henry Blake and Midlife Crushes

For Want of a Boot = Pathetic Walking ["booting"]

Operation Noselift = Nose Surgical Views

Chosen People = The Korean Mother and the Bundle

As You Were = Gorilla Surgeons and Major Burns' Hernia

Crisis = Lack of Intimate Life (or Intimate Lack of Life)

George = Deviants Out!

Mail Call = Man's Mail from Radar

A Smattering of Intelligence = Agent Orgy in Blake's Camp

You can say what you want about the quality of these translations but they're definitely more descriptive.

Also yeah, I know like none of you care but I do so whatever.

[bignaz8]

"...and they even used Bon Ami!"

"Atta boy, Luther!"

**The Ghost and Mr. Chicken (1966)** A timid typesetter hasn't a ghost of a chance of becoming a reporter - until he decides to solve a murder mystery and ends up spending a fright-filled night in a haunted house. (Comedy, Family, Mystery, Romance) Some of the cast included Don Knotts, Joan Staley, Liam Redmond, D!ck Sargent, Reta Shaw, Skip Homeier, Lurene Tuttle and Charles Lane.

[orlissa]

Rating books solely based on how well they depict historical clothing

So… The Rose Bargain. I’m only just a little over 40% through this book, but, but, but…!

To begin with, the book is set in 1848.

[…] gown, a confection of Swiss-dot chiffon and a bodice embroidered with English wildflowers, white thread on white fabric. My dress has a wide V-neck decorated with a ruffle that continues down sleeves that stop at my elbows. The bodice ends in a point at my waist, and the skirt is wide.

This dress is a hand-me-down from her sister from two years ago, while the painting below is from 1843:

The dress on the painting might not have such embroidered detail as in the description, but otherwise? Spot on.

On my insistence Mrs. Tuttle tied my corset loosely this morning

Hm… so-so. We are in a transitional period, moving from earlier stays to corsets, and we already have metal grommets in theory that allows for tighter lacing, so technically this could happen.

She’s in her sixties, with white hair swept up into a bouffant and a serious gray spencer jacket buttoned over her gown.

Also a little tricky, because spencer jackets are usually associated with the Regency period, but apparently “The use of the term spencer continued well into the 19th century to mean more generally any type of short jacket or coat.” Plus she is an older lady, so we’ll take it.

My lady’s maid must have tied at least six petticoats around my waist, and I know I’ll be sore before midnight from carrying around the extra weight.

Yes! We are before the age of crinolines, so you get the skirt volume from petticoats, and that can get heavy–the whole point of crinolines was that it allowed for lighter dresses and more freedom of movement.

Children laugh, perched on their father’s shoulders in their smartest little sailor outfits.

Sailor suits for children really were fashionable during the Victorian era–although they become a trend a little later, after 1856. However, they became fashionable because one of Queen Victoria’s son wore them, and in the story we have an immortal fairy queen on the throne, so… this is leeway I’m willing to give.

My bonnet hangs loose down my back; it’s not exactly proper

The riders slow to a walk and take off their top hats as they approach.

Yes! Thank you for remembering the importance of headwear

I produce a green apple and a pocketknife from the tie-on pocket hanging down the hip of my walking dress.

These tie-on pockets are usually more likely associated with the 18th century, but they were definitely in use during the 1800s. Pictured women’s pockets from 1740 and from the early 18th century:

So even if it’s not perfect, the author really knew what she was doing, so chef’s kiss and I’m giving it a solid 9,5/10

[litsy-kalyptica]

Tier Ranking of my Past & Present Blorbos

("who are these guys" below) - (shame me if you want)

PHIL LESTER - self-explanatory. There can be only one.

Phil Lester (AmazingPhil on Youtube)

MENTAL ILLNESS - a high compliment and the equivalent of S-tier.

Daniel Howell (Youtube)

Robin Gibb (the Bee Gees)

Roger Taylor (Queen)

Mr. Mistoffelees (Cats)

GOOD BOYS - generally good boys that don’t fit into any other tier. A-tier.

Craig Cahn (Dream Daddy)

Zero (Holes)

Cyndaquil (Pokemon)

Kili (The Hobbit trilogy)

BASIC BITCH - incredibly normal taste. These happen to all be middle school/high school for me, but not middle school/high school comprehensive. B-tier. Also I refuse to elaborate on these.

Aragorn (The Lord of the Rings trilogy)

Legolas (The Lord of the Rings trilogy)

Will Turner (Pirates of the Caribbean series)

Nick Jonas (Jonas Brothers)

Harry Styles (One Direction)

DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE - I have no significant memories of these guys. Includes some of my shortest-lived blorbos at about 2-3 weeks. C-tier.

The Tin Man (The Wizard of Oz)

Charlie Tuttle (MinuteMen)

Freddie Benson (iCarly)

Logan (Big Time Rush)

TRASH (AFFECTIONATE) - these are not good for one reason or another but I’m either still fond of them or don’t have reason to put them any lower. D-tier.

The Scarecrow (The Wiz)

Hammy (Over the Hedge)

TRASH (DEROGATORY) - these are bad. No need to shame me, I feel enough shame already.

South Italy (Hetalia)

John Laurens (Hamilton)

Norway (Hetalia)

Lithuania (Hetalia)

Kurt Hummel (Glee)

[slytherizz]

Snippet - Arranged Marriage WIP

If you sent me an Ask requesting an arranged marriage fic ages ago…I am working on it and I’m sorry it’s taking so long! Im actually really excited about your ask and I have so many ideas it’s just finding time to finish it - 💚

Sebastian is almost certain he’d been on the receiving end of a lethal confundus charm. Either that or he was at present suffering a massive life altering haemorrhage. Somewhere amongst the sun deceptively warming his cheeks, the familiar groan of the dragon bones anchored above them, as it tilted its great head in greeting when they'd arrived. Hecate's office, full of mysterious tombs and the lingering scent of smoke. Ash trampled so tightly into the grooves in the floorboards he doubted even the house elves could pry out the smell.

He’d gotten too comfortable. No. Down right complacent as of late and now his psyche in a riotous act of self-preservation was giving him a blistering slap back into reality.

Pull yourself together.

Sebastian dug his nails into the soft flesh of his palm. He hissed, a sharp pain as he broke the skin. Felt the blood prickle hot against his sweat slicked palms as it beaded along the thin wound. Uncomfortable. Stinging. And far, far too real.

“What-?” he managed to croak around a lump in his throat. Praying to Merlin that if this wasn’t a dream it was some elaborate and albeit cruel practical joke.

“Spousal Privileges,” Hecat repeated.

Sebastian choked violently on his own saliva. The wind knocked out of him by a patient and vindictive phantom.

“What this means is you couldn’t be forced to give a testimony or surrender any memories pertaining to anything to do with Mr Sallow. With your sisters still missing, the only people who know what really happened in that catacomb are the two of you. If you can’t be forced to corroborate this theory that’s the way it stays,” his professor continued, unmoved by the blood draining rapidly from his face.

Her eyes were fixed intently on Hecat refusing to meet Sebastian’s panicked eye. He shifted in his seat towards her. Turning between her and their professor.

Waiting. A heartbeat and then more passed. Mounting up until it became a deafening drum in his ears.

He wanted her to laugh. Let it loose the dangerous tension mounting with every second this insanity stretched on for. Most pathetically of all - he wanted her to save him. Cling to some sense of normalcy, her stability by his side whilst the rest of him was spiraling out of control.

She was uncharacteristically still in her chair. Her fist clenched so tightly in the pleats of her skirt her knuckles blanched white. A half finished braid she’d been fiddling with behind her ear hung abandoned.

“Why now? It’s been years since…” she asked, with a measured tone Sebastian felt the situation did not warrant.

Sparing him a glance which did little to put him at ease. If anything the serious crease to her brow set him on edge.

Sebastian was unravelling. The thread he’d used to stitch back together a semblance of a life was pulling apart at an alarming rate. And the only two people who had any hope of holding him back together were entertaining this insanity.

“Some of Miss Sallow’s effects were uncovered at the former Feldcroft residence. It seems no one had tended to the home since your Uncle passed…unexpectedly. My contact at the Ministry informs me that there's only one Auror pushing for those memories. Sergeant Tuttle. Old guard. Worked closely with your uncle when they were both juniors in the department. The rest are happy to let Solomon’s memory remain as it has been for the past two years - the heroic final act protecting his young charges from a horde of uncontrollable inferi… personally am inclined to agree.”

Hecate’s already thin lips pulled so tight they almost entirely disappeared. Her inscrutable brown eyes peeling back the curtain seeing far beyond the truth to the crux of him, weighing his mettle.

But what he had been was careless. Sebastian supposed he could argue that . He’d been too eager to turn his back on that hovel that had never been his home. Knowing Anne was not there it had seemed rather pointless. No one had touched the wards in over a year. Perhaps when he’d boxed up his feelings and shoved them away. In his desperation to move past what he had done, he didn’t consider the possibility that there were others out there who, unlike him, may not want to move on so hastily from Solomon's death.

Anne certainly hadn’t.

“With you two being so close, this is the cleanest option-”

“I don’t bloody care about clean!” Sebastian broke from his stupor. Fist slamming on the table rattling the spoon from where it rested against his saucer. “We need the other options. What are they?”

“Perhaps I should rephrase,” Hecat said sharply. “This is your only option. And you’d do well not to leap to such dramatics if you want this to work, Mr Sallow. In particular I’d advise against taking such a tone with me.”

Sebastian didn’t care. He’d already geared up to argue back against this preposterous idea when she cut him off.

“We’ll do it.”

Sebastian choked again, head snapping to look at her. “You can’t be serious!”

She simply glared back at him, as if he wasn’t the only reasonable person left in the room. “I’ve kept you out of Azkaban this long-“

Their professor cleared her throat, having little patience for the argument that was beginning to unfold.

“I’d choose your words more carefully in front of an audience but I admire the passion. If you want this to succeed you’ll have to make them believe this. Believe you. You can’t cast any doubt on the reason for any of it. A young couple, so in love they simply cannot wait to be married.”

[magpie-trove]

February Reads

A Simple Path •Mother Teresa | beautiful

The Great Gatsby • F Scott Fitzgerald | I feel like I have things to say about this book but also I didn’t enjoy it. Except for in the I have things to say about it way. One of its virtues is that it’s short. The Lost Generation were in a very sick-feeling mindset about the world. That one part where Tom and Gatsby were arguing about how Daisy felt while she was standing right there was funny in a sick ironical way and I still think Gatsby-as-a-fae is underused

More Once Upon a Time Saints • Ethel Polchoki | a delight and joy

💫The Eagle Huntress • Aisholopan Nurgaiv and Liz Welch | re read this nonfiction about eagle hunting in Mongolia I love it every time

Legends of Lotus Island Books 1-4 • Christina Soontornvat | I do love Christina Soontornvat and I had a good good time with these although I will say they stretched the environmentalism a little too far sometimes (ie someone cutting down six trees carefully spaced out on an island full of trees to ostensibly help a civilization survive is going to destroy the whole entire forest and is evillll and must be stopped!!!)

💫The Nameless City & The Stone Heart • Faith Erin Hicks | these are middle grade graphic novels about a city that’s continually reconquered and how the society is affected and built and two kids making friends in the middle of it and I’m weirdly obsessed with them waiting desperately for the last to come in the mail

Animation Magic • Don Hahn | fun step by step breakdown of making an animated movie by Disney guy for kids, I liked it

💫The Chicken Doesn’t Skate • Gordon Korman | out of everything I read this month this is the five star winner it had absolutely no right to be that good if you want one (1) recommendation read this one. It’s middle grade and a quick easy read that left me grinning in a way a book hasn’t since Queen of Nothing. Which is a very different genre of book but you know what I think the plot effect is actually the same in both.

Exactly As You Are: The Life and Faith of Mr Rogers • Shea Tuttle | I love Mr Rogers :’) did feel like there was an agenda here but also it didn’t pretend there wasn’t

Global • Andrew Donkin and Eoin Colfer | YA graphic very short pretty fun very environmentalist but without being preachy I say good job guys

Still Reading: The Travels of Marco Polo and The Tale of Genji

[rogers-attic]

OMG TUTTLES MOM LETS GOOOO

[alectocarrowx]

where: the london townhome when: december 27th who: @r-lestrcnge

Alecto shut her eyes, an irritation befalling upon her at yet another failed interview, a small break before the next. After further investigation, discovering the crowd Sophia Tuttle immersed herself in, they could no longer offer her the position. There were standards required of a nanny that would work under their roof, that fraternisation with the enemy would forgo any opportunity.

"It should not be this tedious." She sighed softly, palms resting on the chair arms, using the strength of her upper body to raise her from her seat, in need to move. Time was no longer on their side, entering a period in her pregnancy where the babies could arrive at any moment.

She came to rest behind Rabastan's chair, a hand resting on the top, the other rubbing her belly when Trinket announced that their next candidate had arrived. Amber hues landed on a young witch saunter through the door - Abigail Saunders. A family known within their circle. They took great pride in providing their service to the cause, knowing that the one in front of them did as well.

"Ms. Saunders, do have a seat." Alecto gestures to the couch opposite of them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange, thank you for having me." The young witch took her seat, hands smoothing over her dress, crossing her ankles. Obtaining a position, working for the Lestranges highly encouraged by her parents, wishing to elevate their status. "Here is all my references." She held out parchment for Rabastan to collect, her eyes fixating on his. "I hope it's to your standards."

[mashpoll]

Round 5 Results

Sorry for the delay everyone, I'm still getting back into the swing of things and the poll completely slipped my mind. Here are the results of round 5. Round 6 will start tomorrow!

Adam's Ribs

Sometimes You Hear the Bullet

Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde

Tuttle

Dreams

O.R.

5 O'Clock Charlie

The Nurses

[monkeyssalad-blog]

Bebe Daniels by Truus, Bob & Jan too! Via Flickr: French postcard, no. 290. Editions Cinémagazine. Bebe Daniels (1901-1971) was an American actress, singer, dancer, writer and producer. She began her career in Hollywood during the silent film era as a child actress and later a the love interest of Harold Lloyd in dozens of short comedies. Cecil B. de Mille made her a silent star and later she sang and danced in early musicals like Rio Rita (1929) and 42nd Street (1933). In Great Britain, she gained further fame on stage, radio and television. In her long career, Bebe Daniels appeared in 230 films. Phyllis Virginia Daniels was born in Dallas, Texas, in 1901. Bebe was her childhood nickname. Her father was a theatre manager and her mother was stage and silent film actress Phyllis Daniels. The family moved to Los Angeles, California in her childhood and she began her acting career at the age of four in the stage play The Squaw Man. That same year she also went on tour in a stage production of William Shakespeare's Richard III. The following year she participated in productions by Oliver Morosco and David Belasco. By the age of eight Daniels made her film debut as the young heroine in A Common Enemy (Otis Turner, 1910). Then she starred as Dorothy Gale in the short The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Otis Turner, 1910), the earliest surviving film version of L. Frank Baum's 1900 novel The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, made by the Selig Polyscope Company. It was later followed by the sequels Dorothy and the Scarecrow in Oz (1910), The Land of Oz (1910) and John Dough and the Cherub (1910), all considered to be lost films. At the age of fourteen Bebe was enlisted by studio head Hal Roach to pair her with very young and talented Harold Lloyd and also Snub Pollard in a series of two-reel comedies starting with Giving Them Fits (Hal Roach, 1915). At the time, Harold Lloyd was trying to ape Charlie Chaplin in his character, 'Lonesome Luke'. Roach made 80 short comedies featuring Harold as Luke with Bebe playing his love interest between 1915 and 1917, including Bughouse Bellhops (Hal Roach, 1915), Tinkering with Trouble (Hal Roach, 1915) and Ruses, Rhymes and Roughnecks (Hal Roach, 1915). Lloyd and the charming and spunky Daniels eventually became known as ‘The Boy and The Girl’ in such shorts as Bliss (Alfred J. Goulding, 1917), The Non-stop Kid (Gilbert Pratt, 1918) and Young Mr. Jazz (Hal Roach, 1919). Stephan Eichenberg at IMDb: “Lloyd fell hard for Bebe and seriously considered marrying her, but her drive to pursue a film career along with her sense of independence clashed with Lloyd's Victorian definition of a wife.” After 200 shorts for Hal Roach Studios. Bebe decided to move to greater dramatic roles and accepted a contract from Cecil B. DeMille in 1919. He gave her secondary roles in such feature films as Male and Female (Cecil B. DeMille, 1919) starring Gloria Swanson,, Why Change Your Wife? (Cecil B. DeMille, 1920), and The Affairs of Anatol (Cecil B. DeMille, 1921), with Wallace Reid. In the 1920s, Bebe Daniels was under contract with Paramount Pictures, and made the transition from child star to adult in Hollywood. The now lost comedy The Speed Girl (Maurice Campbell, 1921) was supposedly expanded into a screenplay from Daniels's real life jail sentence of 10 days for multiple speeding tickets. The film poster shows her walking out of a jail cell. At the time the 20-year-old was already a veteran film actress. By 1924 Bebe was playing Rudolph Valentino’s love interest in the costume drama Monsieur Beaucaire (Sidney Olcott, 1924). Paramount spared no expense on the film from the sets, costumes down to the musical soundtrack that accompanied it upon it's release. Following this she was cast in a number of light popular films, namely Miss Bluebeard (Frank Tuttle, 1925), The Manicure Girl (Frank Tuttle, 1925), and Wild Wild Susan (A. Edward Sutherland, 1925) with Rod LaRocque. Paramount dropped her contract with the advent of talking pictures. Daniels was hired by Radio Pictures (later known as RKO) to star opposite John Boles in one of their biggest productions of the year, the talkie Rio Rita (Luther Reed, 1929). Its finale was photographed in two-color Technicolor. The musical comedy, based on the 1927 stage musical produced by legendary showman Florenz Ziegfeld, proved to be the studio's biggest box office hit until King Kong (1933). Daniels found herself a star and RCA Victor hired her to record several records for their catalogue. Radio Pictures starred her in lavish musicals such as Dixiana (Luther Reed, 1930) and Love Comes Along (Rupert Julian, 1930). Toward the end of 1930, Bebe Daniels appeared opposite Douglas Fairbanks in the musical comedy Reaching for the Moon (Edmund Goulding, 1930). However, by this time musicals had gone out of fashion so that most of the musical numbers from the film had to be removed before it could be released. Daniels had become associated with musicals and so Radio Pictures did not renew her contract. Warner Bros. realized what a box office draw she was and offered her a contract which she accepted. During her years at Warner Bros. she starred in such pictures as the drama My Past (Roy Del Ruth, 1931), Honor of the Family (Lloyd Bacon, 1931) and the pre-code version of The Maltese Falcon (Roy Del Ruth, 1931), based on the novel of the same name by Dashiell Hammett and with Ricardo Cortez as Sam Spade. The Maltese Falcon was a huge success for Warner and garnered rave reviews for Bebe and Cortez. In 1932, she appeared opposite Edward G. Robinson in Silver Dollar (Alfred E. Green, 1932) and the successful Busby Berkeley choreographed musical extravaganza 42nd Street (Lloyd Bacon, 1933) in which she played the star of a stage musical who breaks her ankle. The backstage musical was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Picture. That same year Daniels played opposite John Barrymore in the enjoyable Counsellor at Law (William Wyler, 1933). The film was another box office smash. Her last film for Warner Bros. was Registered Nurse (Robert Florey, 1934). Bebe Daniels retired from Hollywood in 1935. She had been a working actress for 30 years. With her husband, film actor Ben Lyon, whom she had married in 1930, she moved to London. Daniels and Lyon had two children: daughter Barbara (1932) and a son Richard whom they adopted. In England, they had found a quiet place in the countryside to raise their family. They starred in the British comedy crime film Treachery on the High Seas (Emil E. Reinert, 1936) with Charles Farrell. They also wanted to go back to the theatre. A few years later, Daniels starred in the London production of Panama Hattie in the title role originated by Ethel Merman. The Lyons then did radio shows for the BBC. Most notably, they starred in the radio series Hi Gang!, continuing for decades and enjoying considerable popularity during World War II. Daniels wrote most of the dialogue for the Hi Gang radio show. There was also the spin-off film Hi Gang! (Marcel Varnel, 1941) in which they starred opposite Vic Oliver). The couple stayed in London , broadcasting even during the worst days of The Blitz of WWII. Ben signed up for the Royal Air Force while Bebe kept the home fires burning in between appearing in the occasional stage play. Following the war, Daniels was awarded the Medal of Freedom by Harry S Truman for war service. In 1945 she returned to Hollywood for a short time to work as a film producer for Hal Roach and Eagle-Lion Films. She returned to the UK in 1948 and lived there for the remainder of her life. Daniels, her husband, her son Richard and her daughter Barbara all starred in the radio sitcom Life With The Lyons (1951-1961), which later made the transition to two films and to television (1955-1960). Daniels’ final film The Lyons in Paris (Val Guest, 1955). Bebe Daniels suffered a severe stroke in 1963 and withdrew from public life. She suffered a second stroke in late 1970. In 1971, Daniels died of a cerebral hemorrhage in London at the age of 70. Her ashes would eventually be interred at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Hollywood California. Upon his death in 1979, Ben Lyon's remains were interred next to Daniels'. Sources: Stephan Eichenberg (IMDb), Page (My Love of Old Hollywood), Shawn Dwyer (TCM), Wikipedia, and IMDb.

[kwebtv]

Series Premiere (Pilot)

Hazel - Hazel and the Playground - NBC - September 28, 1961

Sitcom

Running Time: 30 minutes

Written by William Cowley and Peggy Chantler

Produced by James Fonda

Directed by William D. Russell

Stars:

Shirley Booth as Hazel Burke

Don DeFore as George Baxter

Whitney Blake as Dorothy Baxter

Bobby Buntrock as Harold Baxter

Lurene Tuttle as Mrs. Pruett

Maurice Manson as Mr. Pruett

Donald Foster as Herbert Johnson

Norma Varden as Harriet Johnson

Hal Smith as Announcer

Francis DeSales as Osborn Bailey

George DeNormand as Tommy Bronson

[krispyweiss]

Livingston Taylor at Grandview Heights High School, Grandview Heights, Ohio, March 22, 2025

Whenever he finds himself “moderately discouraged” by the news, Livingston Taylor picks up his acoustic guitar and sings “Over the Rainbow.”

He did so again at his March 22 show at Grandview Heights High School, getting the auditorium to sing along in a sublime moment of Liv’s shades-of-older-brother-James’ vocals floating softly under some 300 hushed voices before rising to the top for the resolving question: Why can’t I?

So ended Taylor’s latest performance for Six String Concerts, the Central Ohio nonprofit concert series he helped launch by headlining its first gig all the way back in 1988.

There was something appropriate about a college professor - Taylor taught stage performance classes, counting Susan Tedeschi and Molly Tuttle among his students, at Berklee College of Music for more than three decades - working his craft in a high school. And Taylor, dressed in a sweater vest and bow tie with a rainbow guitar strap, made the most of his 85 minutes, with a combination of hilarity (“I don’t get this look by not teaching college,” he said), originals like “Kitty Hawk, December 1903” and such covers as “Getting to Know You,” Laura Nyro’s “Sweet Blindness” and other “Wizard of Oz” numbers like “If I Only Had a Brain” and “The Merry Old Land of Oz.”

The setting was so intimate, Taylor delivered much of his between-song banter off-mic as he walked between the U.S. flag and Ohio burgee flanking the stage like a comedian doing a bit. He was self-deprecating and reflective as he talked about the fleeting muse; his favorite songwriters (Rogers and Hammerstein, Goffin and King among them); and gave the audience permission to leave early if the single-set format left them antsy or bored.

“I’m glad to have you as long as I can,” he said.

The same could be said for the fans who raptly absorbed such originals as “Everybody’s Just Like Me” and laughed heartily at “Olympic Guitar,” in which Taylor doubles as a musical athlete who got a chance at a medal after Leo Kottke was injured, and the TV network’s color commentator.

Taylor, 74, also played piano, where he offered the new - and utterly devastating - “Too Old to Dream,” and banjo, on which he played “Henry” and a medley of “Jailhouse Rock,” “To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before,” “You’re So Vain” and “New York, New York,” thus showcasing numbers that “should never, ever, be played on the banjo.”

But Taylor is a master of making things work that otherwise shouldn’t, whether revealing the hidden beauty in the theme from “Arthur” and “Here You Come Again” or by illustrating how humor can easily fit into the generally serious genre of folk music, as when the titular “Railroad Bill” goes rogue and refuses to save a kitten stuck in a tree:

I’m the writer, goddam, I got the pen in my hand/and you’re supposed to listen to me, Taylor sung before switching roles.

He said, you asshole/why should I listen to you, you should be listening to me instead/he said I’m a railroad man and if I was real, I’d separate your face from your head

While that thankfully didn’t happen, one thing did: on a Saturday night in Ohio’s capital, where protests were the order of the afternoon, Taylor - at least temporarily - separated Mr. and Mrs. Sound Bites’ more-than-moderate discouragement their brains in a much-needed respite from a world going mad.

Grade card: Livingston Taylor at Grandview Heights High School - 3/22/25 - A

3/23/25