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Great band. My older sister saw them at the RKO Albee Theater in 1965. She was crazy about Dave Smith.

Oh, I forgot to mention Queen was the opening act.

I'll second that. Say Them with my friends at the old Uris Theatre in 1974. Stiff Little fingers is a close second.

Handling live or dead bats by anyone except trained professionals is dangerous. They, along with raccoons, skunks, foxes and coyotes are primary rabies carriers in the U.S. and you risk infection just by contact.

Growing up during the Golden Age of U.S. s[ace exploration was an exciting time in my life. Every kid dreamed of becoming an astronaut. That's why I loved the Mattel's Major Matt Mason "Man In Space" series. I had just about every one of the toys. Then, there was the Revell Gemini Spacecraft contest. Yes you, the kid reading the ad in that Batman comic in your paws. Enter now for a chance to win a gen-oo-wine 19 foot long prototype of a Gemini space capsule. HOO HAH! I sent in my info already planning where this baby was going to sit in the yard. I told my mother that her garden will have to go to make room for this wonderfully designed masterpiece of modern technology. I showed her the ad so she could appreciate this beauty. She asked me if I read the entire ad. I looked at her with a quizzical, tilted head stare, not unlike a dog wondering what "Who did it?!?" is supposed to mean. "You know that if you do win, you can't keep it." Why not?!? I'll keep it clean. "If you read this, it says that it will be presented to a park or museum where you live." What a friggin' gyp! Let'em enter the contest and get their own!

There already was an intercom system if there were two or more kids in the family. "Go tell ____ dinner's ready."

That's a pretty good Marv Albert imitation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dv1kApvEPiY

Jack Holmes cover band.

The schnozz bob does wonders.

This is the reason why parochial schools in the Archdiocese of New York and the Diocese of Brooklyn will no longer be associated with their respective parishes. All those lawsuits have left the dioceses pretty much broke and unable to maintain the schools.They will be required to re-designate themselves as Catholic Academies and become self-sustaining entities by finding outside sources for additional funds by 2017 or risk the very real possibility of closing. This is where the solicitation of sponsorship monies I previously mentioned comes into play. The smarter schools have been actively doing this since 2010. My son's school isn't in that group. All it takes is a letter of solicitation on official school letterhead describing the particular school's history, academic achievements, its missions and goals for the future and a detailed outline of what kind of sponsorship is sought and how the funds will be spent. Like I said, my son's old school uses the funds to set up endowments and has a scholarship fund which is used to cover the tuition for families that can't afford it. The small amount of time it takes to prepare such a letter is greatly offset by the benefits it brings to the schools. Unfortunately, my son's school thinks it's easier to get a $25 donation from Simon's Industrial Hardware or Dunne's Polemost Wines & Liquors. What irks me the most is that they had the perfect opportunity to rake in money hand over fist. They had an ace in the hole sitting as a member of the school's board of directors in the person of George J. Marlin. He is an alumnus of the school, was the Executive Director and CEO of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, is presently the Chairman of the Philadelphia Trust Company and author of 11 books. He has the professional connections that one could only dream about. He could have done a bit of subtle arm twisting among his pals at cocktail parties and on the golf course to get them to pony up some ducats to help out his alma mater.. Nada. Zilch. He could have done so much to help the school; but, he did absolutely nothing. Nada. Zilch. To paraphrase Ralph Kramden, "George Marlin is a bum!"

This is a really good one. My guess was Sue Randall, who played Miss Landers on "Leave It To Beaver". I never thought it was who it is.

I just got off the phone with the secretary at my son's school. Yesterday, he brought home a letter regarding his graduation and the associated fee. It includes the following: Cap and Gown (students keep) - REALLY?!? How freakin' magnanimous of you. Diploma with cover - I gotta pay extra for his diploma?!? I thought that the tuition had that covered. Yearbook - So what was the twenty bucks I paid in October for? You're going to charge me twice for the same blasted thing?!? Autograph Album - They get them for nothing and want me to pay for it. Nice. Graduation Gift - Keep it. We're getting him one. Mass Program - Since when does a one page folded printout justify an extra charge? Gift to the Church - Like the priests are going out of their way and have to cancel their bowling league match that particular night and should be taken care of. I thought those two weekly offering envelopes dropped in the ushers' baskets every Sunday covered that. She said that in the 18 years she's worked at the school, I'm the first person to complain. Really? What about the petition that over 200 parents, including myself, signed and presented to the school trustees complaining about all of the extraneous fees they pile on us? See, my son attends a Catholic parochial school. I had to shell out $7000 just for tuition for just this year.That's a thousand bucks more than last year and it's going up another $750 in September. Add in uniforms, supplies, an annual registration fee of $400 (why we're required to pay a registration fee every single year is beyond me. I went to parochial school and there never was an annual registration fee) and other ancillary costs, it comes to over $9K. Plus, I'm hit with what the school calls a "Family Volunteer Fee" of $500. It's actually shakedown money collected from parents who don't perform 40 hours of volunteer service for the school. It's increasing to $750 next year. What pisses me off most about this particular fee is that I'm disabled. I broke my neck in a trucking accident in 2007. I explained this to them and was told that my situation doesn't excuse me from paying. The fee applies to everyone who doesn't perform the mandatory volunteer work. If it's "volunteer work", how the hell could it be mandatory?!? I told the schmucks on the school board of directors five years ago about soliciting private and corporate sponsorships in order to raise funds to operate the school, minimize parents' financial burden and ensure the school's continuing existence well into the future. I explained that my son's former school did exactly that and they receive money from philanthropists, Fortune 500 companies and celebrities. They even hold an annual Scholarship Fund dinner at the New York Hilton to thank the sponsors and to raise money. Last year, that school raised almost $3 million in sponsorships and hasn't increased its tuition in ten years. I contacted the board in early September last year to inquire about progress with the sponsorships and was informed by the president of the board she thought what my son's old school accomplished was impressive BUT soliciting sponsorships entails a lot of paperwork. So?!? That's what your position obligates you to do, find ways of making the school financially solvent and viable. The stinking board wasted five years by doing nothing! Instead, they would rather nickel and dime the parents to death for anything and everything. Another parent I spoke with recently hit the nail on the head. He said that the board is intentionally setting the school up to fail. He said that they are probably planning to close the school in the near future and lease the property to developers who will convert it into high-end apartments, as was done to four other Catholic schools here. I agree with his assessment. Too bad. This is the sole remaining parochial school in the entire neighborhood. End of rant.

That's Ingrid Bergman. Her daughter, Pia Lindstrom, was a news anchor here in New York for a long time.

I do. Susan Lucci. I used to see her all the time when I worked at Trump Tower. The ABC Studio was on W. 66th St., near Lincoln Center and she'd stop in at Cafe des Artistes to dine. We both know good food. She's also really short.

Dorothy Dandridge was gorgeous! She was sizzling in "Carmen Jones". As a matter of fact, her mother Ruby, and her sister Vivian, did the voices of the evil stepmother and So White in Bob Clampett's "Coal Black and de Sebben Dwarfs". http://dai.ly/x50g4y

Pre-code most excellentness indeed! Indirect references. Harry should get it:

I had to look that up and I never would have guessed in a million years. Talk about ageing badly, SHEESH!

Unlike Zeppo, he was the nice brother according to Groucho.

Milton.

The thread title says it all. I know that Italeri makes an Aeromax 120; but, I was wondering if there is a styrene/resin kit of the day cab tractors. I drove an A9500 doing linehaul and loved that tractor. I have the AMT Dual Trailer kit and wanted to make a model of my old rig.

I'm a pretty big cinemaphile. I'll watch anything made between 1895 and the mid 1970s. After that, a lot of cookie cutter dreck. All except for films by actor/tough guy Bob De Niro and Harvey Keitel. Love Pre-Code films, crime films and film noir. And, don't get me started on the Marx Brothers, W.C. Fields and The Bowery Boys.

By the bye, I'll only answer if I'm absolutely positive. A lot I get right; a bunch I get goose eggs. But, I do play the game fair and square.

!00% honest I didn't. I watched "Reveille With Beverly" on TCM last week and I thought the actress in a scene looked familiar. I went to IMDb to check out the cast and saw that "Elsie" was Irene Ryan. I also discovered that her husband was actor Tim Ryan, also in the film. So, I googled "Irene Ryan" and that picture popped up in the results. I never figured that somebody would post it later.

I wish! No, Linda Brier from Brooklyn circa 1963. Really. She's a celebrity only to those who know her. She was pretty hot 50 years ago. It scares me to think how all those nights at the local gin mills have taken their toll.