The inflections imparted by old chandeliers shed a suitable light on the cargo
That arrived on a vessel from Bar Harbor Maine to an island abutting Key Largo
And the Salvador sailors who tied up the ship saw themselves as the crew of the Argo
When the telescopes tipped imperceptibly south to the state of a mental embargo

Good one, Johnny. I like the Argo, even if it isn't that long. Compare this oldie: [www.emule.com] />

Les

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Istanbul not Constantinople?

Yeah, that's a good one, Les....I thin k though that I was thinking more in line with this:

"The sons of the Prophet were brave men and bold
And quite unaccustomed to fear.
But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir."

Percy French

I heard Data's brother recite that once.

Yes he did indeed !

Your quote is more melodic, but the spirit of travel is what I found comparable to the Yeats' poem.


Les

My mother always had a box of Argo corn starch on hand. I don't believe she ever opened it...it was just always there in the cupboard.

I like this one Johnny!

Joe, I don't think anything you've ever said has made me laugh as much as your comment here. It makes me think about baking soda too. It absorbs odors like in fridges and stuff. So after I've opened a new box for a recipe and put it back in the cupboard, I'm loathe to use it much anymore due to god knows what it has absorbed. I might use it one more time, but make sure I scoop down pretty far. Corn starch? What the heck is that for anyway? Nothin' that a little flour won't fix.

Mary

Thanks Mary, here's the Argo CornStarch website:

[www.argostarch.com] />
Oddly, no mention of Jason that I can find, though

...which leads us to the question, "Why wasn't Jason a very good baker?"

Answer: "Because he was the leader of the Argo-nots."

There are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar;
But the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

"Everyone has opponent"
Evel Knievel

My mother sang that to Anita and me when we were kids.

Hard to believe that Mr. French also writ:

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat
But there' gangs of them digging for gold in the streets
At least when I asked them that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I found there I might as well be
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.
I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
Well, if you believe me, when asked to a ball
Faith, they don't wear no top to their dresses at all.
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in trath
Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree,
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I've seen England's king from the top of a bus
And I've never known him, but he means to know us.
And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed,
Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.
And now that he's visited Erin's green shore
We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore
When we've got all we want, we're as quiet as can be
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course
Well, now he is here at the head of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the Strand
And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand
And there we stood talkin' of days that are gone
While the whole population of London looked on
But for all these great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
With beautiful shapes nature never designed
And lovely complexions all roses and cream
But O'Loughlin remarked with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sip
The colours might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

Yeah, that's not very French at all, no mention of croissants or surrender or mustard even.

I bought a beautiful French WWII rifle, exellent condition, only dropped once.

I recall on the show Family Affair, that Mr. French was English......very confusing

It's always fun to come into a thread three days after it starts. From Bar Harbor to Yeats to corn starch to rifles to sitcoms.

You guys crack me up.

Steve

I went to Yeats grave last winter. He's still in it.

did you grave at his grieve and pronounce it like teats?

didn't grave much, he was on my mother's side, and I never liked her family. Teats, yes.. I am Irish by half.
By the by, his occupancy of his grieve is a supposotion on my part, just didn't see any shovels leaning on trees near the spot.

I was thinking of continuing, mentioning Vaguens who might not ate mate but I gave it up for Advent

I have a friend who's a Vaguen...I think he secretly misses hot dogs.

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vaguely

I thought Mr. Spock was from Vega.

Why, did he have an aluminum block?

yes, and a split head. Did you know that if you were on Vega Six, and Marty was home, she'd be on your Polaris III? Makes you want to buy a Monte Carlo doesn't it?

Never considered buying a Monte Carlo, sounded like too much of a gamble

i slid off the back of a polaris once and tumbled down a mountain. does that Count for anything?

More than you will ever know my dear Mitts, more than you will ever know.