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If I can figure out how 2016 figures in, I'll know which 1980s movie this was..... The father was recast, so that scratches another possibility. Was this "the Never-Ending Story"????

Can't be "Teen Wolf" because the sequel was about a different teen. Can't be "Home Alone" because the clues don't match- it was a hit, not a failure, and 1 and 2 had most of the same cast.

*thinks* That prank made it over a loudspeaker. Had to be a movie I saw decades ago, that was risque enough to pull this joke. Variations on this joke were popular in the 1980s. This was "LASSIE", wasn't it?

Here's The Corps Poem: What Is The Way Corps? Not ancient walls and ivy-mantled towers Where dull denominational traditions Rule with heavy hand Believer’s deeply springing powers. Not spacious pleasure courts Or lofty temples of athletic fame Where devotees of sports mistake a pastime For life’s highest game. Not fashion or renown Or wealthy patronage and rich estate; No, none of these can crown The Way Corps with light And make it truly great. But equipped believers, ambassadors strong and wise Who teach because they love the teacher’s task And find their richest prize In eyes that open, and in minds that ask.

For those who skipped over the entire poem, here's the relevant part again.... "IV What constitutes a school? Not ancient halls and ivy-mantled towers, Where dull traditions rule With heavy hand youth's lightly springing powers; Not spacious pleasure courts, And lofty temples of athletic fame, Where devotees of sports Mistake a pastime for life's highest aim; Not fashion, nor renown Of wealthy patronage and rich estate; No, none of these can crown A school with light and make it truly great. But masters, strong and wise, Who teach because they love the teacher's task, And find their richest prize In eyes that open and in minds that ask;" COPYRIGHT 1910

Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL June 11, 1910 I The British bard who looked on Eton's walls, Endeared by distance in the pearly gray And soft aerial blue that ever falls On English landscape with the dying day, Beheld in thought his boyhood far away, Its random raptures and its festivals Of noisy mirth, The brief illusion of its idle joys, And mourned that none of these can stay With men, whom life inexorably calls To face the grim realities of earth. His pensive fancy pictured there at play From year to year the careless bands of boys, Unconscious victims kept in golden state, While haply they await The dark approach of disenchanting Fate, To hale them to the sacrifice Of Pain and Penury and Grief and Care, Slow-withering Age, or Failure's swift despair. Half-pity and half-envy dimmed the eyes Of that old poet, gazing on the scene Where long ago his youth had flowed serene, And all the burden of his ode was this: “Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.” II But not for us, O plaintive elegist, Thine epicedial tone of sad farewell To joy in wisdom and to thought in youth! Our western Muse would keep her tryst With sunrise, not with sunset, and foretell In boyhood's bliss the dawn of manhood's truth. III O spirit of the everlasting boy, Alert, elate, And confident that life is good, Thou knockest boldly at the gate, In hopeful hardihood, Eager to enter and enjoy Thy new estate. Through the old house thou runnest everywhere, Bringing a breath of folly and fresh air. Ready to make a treasure of each toy, Or break them all in discontented mood; Fearless of Fate, Yet strangely fearful of a comrade's laugh; Reckless and timid, hard and sensitive; In talk a rebel, full of mocking chaff, At heart devout conservative; In love with love, yet hating to be kissed; Inveterate optimist, And judge severe, In reason cloudy but in feeling clear; Keen critic, ardent hero-worshipper, Impatient of restraint in little ways, Yet ever ready to confer On chosen leaders boundless power and praise; Adventurous spirit burning to explore Untrodden paths where hidden danger lies, And homesick heart looking with wistful eyes Through every twilight to a mother's door; Thou daring, darling, inconsistent boy, How dull the world would be Without thy presence, dear barbarian, And happy lord of high futurity! Be what thou art, our trouble and our joy, Our hardest problem and our brightest hope! And while thine elders lead thee up the slope Of knowledge, let them learn from teaching thee That vital joy is part of nature's plan, And he who keeps the spirit of the boy Shall gladly grow to be a happy man. IV What constitutes a school? Not ancient halls and ivy-mantled towers, Where dull traditions rule With heavy hand youth's lightly springing powers; Not spacious pleasure courts, And lofty temples of athletic fame, Where devotees of sports Mistake a pastime for life's highest aim; Not fashion, nor renown Of wealthy patronage and rich estate; No, none of these can crown A school with light and make it truly great. But masters, strong and wise, Who teach because they love the teacher's task, And find their richest prize In eyes that open and in minds that ask; And boys, with heart aglow To try their youthful vigour on their work, Eager to learn and grow, And quick to hate a coward or a shirk: These constitute a school,— A vital forge of weapons keen and bright, Where living sword and tool Are tempered for true toil or noble fight! But let not wisdom scorn The hours of pleasure in the playing fields: There also strength is born, And every manly game a virtue yields. Fairness and self-control, Good-humour, pluck, and patience in the race, Will make a lad heart-whole To win with honour, lose without disgrace. Ah, well for him who gains In such a school apprenticeship to life: With him the joy of youth remains In later lessons and in larger strife! V On Jersey's rolling plain, where Washington, In midnight marching at the head Of ragged regiments, his army led To Princeton's victory of the rising sun; Here in this liberal land, by battle won For Freedom and the rule Of equal rights for every child of man, Arose a democratic school, To train a virile race of sons to bear With thoughtful joy the name American, And serve the God who heard their father's prayer. No cloister, dreaming in a world remote From that real world wherein alone we live; No mimic court, where titled names denote A dignity that only worth can give; But here a friendly house of learning stood, With open door beside the broad highway, And welcomed lads to study and to play In generous rivalry of brotherhood. A hundred years have passed, and Lawrenceville, In beauty and in strength renewed, Stands with her open portal still, And neither time nor fortune brings To her deep spirit any change of mood, Or faltering from the faith she held of old. Still to the democratic creed she clings: That manhood needs nor rank nor gold To make it noble in our eyes; That every boy is born with royal right, From blissful ignorance to rise To joy more lasting and more bright, In mastery of body and of mind, King of himself and servant of mankind. VI Old Lawrenceville, Thy happy bell Shall ring to-day, O'er vale and hill, O'er mead and dell, While far away, With silent thrill, The echoes roll Through many a soul, That knew thee well, In boyhood's day, And loves thee still. Ah, who can tell How far away, Some sentinel Of God's good will, In forest cool, Or desert gray, By lonely pool, Or barren hill, Shall faintly hear, With inward ear, The chiming bell, Of his old school, Through darkness pealing; And lowly kneeling, Shall feel the spell Of grateful tears His eyelids fill; And softly pray To Him who hears: God bless old Lawrenceville!

I'm also hearing that victor paul wierwille claimed to have written the poem "THE DASH." This is what happens when a small-time plagiarist thinks they can get away with EVERYTHING- they start plagiarizing bigger things, better-known things. "THE DASH" is a poem by Linda Ellis. That's very well-known. She wrote the poem when she was in school, won some school award, then parleyed the catchiness of that poem into a writing career. I don't begrudge her ANY of that. It was her own work, and she made a career out of it successfully. The reason I bring it up is that it's so easy to FOLLOW this poem through her career. She's even sued people who printed it on their websites while correctly attributing it to her. The poem begins.... "The Dash Poem (By Linda Ellis) I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend He referred to the dates on the tombstone From the beginning…to the end." I'm not going to type the rest because, although I think I have full legal right to do so, I don't want the grief of making the GSC prove in court that it is perfectly legal. The point of the poem is that the dash in the dates on the tombstone represent the entirety of the person's life and what they did during it. So, consider how you spend your life, and make it worthwhile so that your eulogy reflects a life well-spent, how you spent "your dash." I don't know how vpw's name got attached to that poem anywhere, but he freely claimed credit for other poems, so it would not surprise me to hear he claimed that one as well. A less-likely possibility is that he had a habit of skipping the proper attribution, so people concluded he was saying he had written it, and thought he was honest and trust-worthy. He also did that sort of thing, and IMPLIED or INSINUATED lies rather than say them out loud. (It's a skill he taught lcm and others.) That technique was how the poem recited "for the Way Corps" was attributed to vpw, even though some people claim he correctly attributed it SOME OF THE TIME. That was a different poem, and with a few changes, it became the poem the Way Corps recognize. Anyway, vpw did not write the poem "The Dash."

We discussed this before, the previous thread is here: "If a Million People Love You".... https://www.greasespotcafe.com/ipb/topic/7373-if-a-million-people-love-you/ Guadalupe de Saavedra's version, predating vpw and TY, is here: https://web.archive.org/web/20091027122556/http://geocities.com/lilbevykitty/1000ppl.html https://web.archive.org/web/20030206141507/http://donhuntington.com/poems.html Here was TY claiming credit by attaching his own name to it.... https://web.archive.org/web/20030220000717/http://www.ohiodeathrow.com/terrell_yarbrough.htm

It's been commented here that victor paul wierwille, serial plagiarist, couldn't express himself well without plagiarizing the words of others, the works of others. When I was a small child, it occurred to me that, if I went to a poem whose author was anonymous, lost to time, and I began trying to connect my name to it, eventually I could get people to believe I'd written it. The thought didn't go farther than that. However, if I'd been a dishonest, serial plagiarist, like victor paui wierwille, I might have gone farther and connected my name with a poem from someone else. vpw could do this, and vpw DID do this. "If A Million People Love You." That's a poem that at least 2 different people plagiarized and then tried to take credit for. The first was vpw, and the second was a convicted criminal on death row. https://web.archive.org/web/20030220000717/http://www.ohiodeathrow.com/terrell_yarbrough.htm If A Million People Love You If a million people love you, I will be among them. If only a thousand people love you, Remember, I'll be one of the thousand who cares. If only a hundred people love you, I'll be the one who cries. If only two people love you, I'll be the one on your right side. But if no one on earth is left to love you, you will know that I have died! But God is still alive! Terrell Yarbrough Mind you, vpw was already claiming credit for this poem when this man wasn't yet born! twi published "Album of Verse." The last poem in the book was "If a Million People Love You," phrased identically to this. The poem has that it was WRITTEN BY victor paul wierwille there. Some time before that, the poem is credited to Guadalupe de Saavedra. If You Hear That a Thousand People Love You, by Guadalupe de Saavedra, 1973. "If you hear that a thousand people love you, remember, saavedra is among them. If you hear that a hundred people love you, remember, saavedra is in the first or last row. If you hear that seven people love you, remember, saavedra is among them, like a Wednesday in the middle of the week. If you hear that two people love you, remember, one of them is saavedra. If you hear that only one person loves you, remember he is saavedra. And when you see no one else around you, and you find out that no one loves you anymore, then you will know for certain that saavedra is dead. " I'm confident, however, that the original poem with a million people loving you pre-existed THIS version, and was used on websites where people memorialized their dearly departed. Before that, it would have been discussed or used in memorials, funerals, etc. Just like it's used today. It would have been easy for vpw to overhear it and get a copy written out, then plagiarize it like he plagiarized everything else. The only part that wasn't identical was the line "but God is still alive." Rather than think Christians cut off that line later, it's a lot more logical to conclude that last line was ADDED later- as in, when vpw plagiarized it, he added a sentence, then said "Look at this poem I wrote." It's his standard operating procedure.

It's known that, while he was teaching sermons, he was editing the work of other Christians for a periodical- and lifted their work for his sermons. It's known that, while he was teaching pfal, the rambling and material was organized by people like Rhoda, and eventually compiled into books. (As has been said, it's the cheap way for a minister to "write" a book- to have someone transcribe some of your sermons and compile them into a book.) Of course, that pfal material was from Stiles, Bullinger, Kenyon, etc to begin with. The White Book was largely retyped by vpw from Stiles' book on the holy spirit, and later had a few additions from Bullinger, etc. That's why it doesn't sound like vpw, it sounds like Stiles. vpw had a familiarity with this method, he was comfortable with it. Did he approach his correspondence classes with a sudden honesty, skipping plagiarism and submitting entirely his own work, or did he do what he always did, and rip off others and rely on others to shore up his deficient skills with presentation and phrasing, and so on? No, really, a man who plagiarized, lied, deceived, and had others do the heavy lifting in research AND presentation the rest of the time, would he even consider the more difficult, HONEST way if he had options? Would a leopard change his spots?

I thought somebody might- I would. Sometimes they would edit that word in airing the song. At the end of the song, there's a bunch of spoken words as if there's a conversation we're missing. Those were all excerpts from interviews, which were edited together and into the end of the song. In other words, CORRECT.

Ok, next round. Here's some actors, name the role: Dylan Sprayberry Cooper Timberline George Newbern

Entire episodes circled around the concepts from the first 3 quotes. One episode, a Greek platoon expressed their thanks by sending a Greek feast, including a live lamb. Radar arranged its escape- Blake signed the papers authorizing the emergency hardship discharge of Private Charles Lamb. ("You know him- short, curly-haired guy." "Death in the family?" "Almost."") Another episode centered around their inability to get an incubator for the unit- which delayed diagnoses of illnesses, and they went all over Korea trying to get one. Another favorite episode centered around how the army decided to hide weapons dumps near the hospitals in the hopes no enemy would attack it. One rogue North Korean pilot tried, every day at 5pm, to hit it with a bomb- missing by a lot and generating bets as to what he would hit. The army authorized the addition of a cannon to the unit- which meant they needed to figure out how to get rid of the ammo dump- which would get rid of Charlie AND the gun. The last quote was from Hawkeye in the Officers Club.

Yes.

IIRC, they shortened "Kajagoogoo" some time ago to "Kaja." Did they restore the old name? I don't want to look it up because I'll end up running across the game answer that way.

"Don't give me that do goody-good bull$h1t." "Ha-ha! I was in the right!" "Yes, absolutely in the right!" "I certainly was in the right!" "Yeah, I was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!" "Why does anyone do anything?" "Yeah!" "Why does anyone do anything?" "I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!" "I was just telling him it was in, he could get it in Number Two. He was asking why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven. After, I was yelling and screaming and telling him why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven. It came to a heavy blow, which sorted the matter out."

Keep in mind that even words spoken during a song are part of the lyrics. As you can see, sometimes that can include quite a lot that doesn't sound like a normal "song." You've heard this song before, I'm sure.

"Let me tell you how it will be. There's 1 for you, 19 for me."

"In the meantime, be on the lookout for a male Caucasian lamb. He is unarmed, and considered to be delicious." "You have a fever of 109 stroke 10, you can't have an incubator but you can have a pizza to go, unless of course you go first." "Attention. Attention. One minute to Charlie. The betting book is now closed." "I'd like a dry martini, Mr. Quoc, a very dry martini. A very dry, arid, barren, desiccated, veritable dustbowl of a martini. I want a martini that could be declared a disaster area. Mix me just such a martini."

I'll ignore my first response, and go with the Corsican instead. How about "NAPOLEON BONAPARTE"?

I don't know him. Is he one of the Baldwin brothers? I've heard of Alec, Billy, Daniel, and maybe Bobby (or maybe I made that one up.)

Ok, next song. "Ha-ha! I was in the right!" "Yes, absolutely in the right!" "I certainly was in the right!" "Yeah, I was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!" "Why does anyone do anything?" "Yeah!" "Why does anyone do anything?" "I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!" "I was just telling him it was in, he could get it in Number Two. He was asking why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven. After, I was yelling and screaming and telling him why it wasn't coming up on freight eleven. It came to a heavy blow, which sorted the matter out."

The first Grateful Dead album I ever bought WAS "In The Dark." I was introduced to them with that album, then listened to some of their older stuff. That was a generational thing.

Of course, a rewrite is the perfect excuse for making everyone pay to retake the same class all over again. "So much has changed, it's a completely new class!"

"Carefui, careful. Every one of them has a mother." "It's a low neighborhood, full of rumpots. They're used to curious sights, which they attribute to alcoholic delusions. " "Excuse me, I'll slip into something more comfortable while your cocoa is warming. " " This curtain which separates our countries is so foolish. If we could just contrive some way of getting more deeply involved with each other. " "Oh, da. Da, we must search for such a method." "Disposing of pre-atomic submarines to persons who don't even leave their full addresses... Good day, Admiral! " "What weighs six ounces, sits in a tree and is very dangerous?" "A sparrow with a machine gun!" "Yes, of course."