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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Janie Date: 15 Feb 06 - 06:59 AM Ugh! Oh! NO! Stopped at the top of the ferris wheel, and I forgot to take my Dramamine....Ohhhhhhhhhh.....Nooooooooooo....That poor couple down there on the blanket! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: gnomad Date: 15 Feb 06 - 07:16 AM Enter one overdressed bloke, dark suited with topcoat and briefcase. His beard looks out of place on him, though right for the tavern. He and Shane look at each other warily; Shane because he mistrusts all suits on principle; gnomad because he is in his weddings, funerals and interviews kit and has concerns for its safety. They each withdraw slightly, gnomad is relieved that there is (so far) no sign of jello-wrestling, in fact the place is pretty much pristine. "Folks, I am thinking of rejoining the ranks of the gainfully employed, and am on my way to discuss the idea with a prospective employer. Hence the unacustomed tidiness of my garb. You need not fear, I am selling nothing, nor am I snooping for anyone. What I would like is a large coffee, chewable strength, no sugar, nothing to make it white. A nice sunny table and a bit of something soothing on the fiddle would help too. Thank you." He props the briefcase against a table leg, picks up the coffee and heads towards the sunlight, intending to ask the duck if it knows Geoff from Pontefract. He is just in time to see it making for the foot of the stationary ferris wheel, he resolves not to follow until things get a bit less messy. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 15 Feb 06 - 07:22 AM Over there in the corner is the busker... "Oh, Lawd, Dick Cheney, Bam-ba-lamb (2x) Dick Cheney went a huntin', Bam-ba-lamb(2x) Bagged himself a lawyer, Bam-ba-lamb(2x) But he hasn't died yet...... Dick Cheney where'd you shoot from?" Don't applaud, throw money! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: gnomad Date: 15 Feb 06 - 07:33 AM gnomad starts, checks his watch, then relaxes. His memories of the quest to meet JohnInKansas have not quite made him late. He still has the banner with the strange device as a souvenir (in his briefcase) but accepts that for this year at least the pancakes on Shrove Tuesday will have to be made the usual way, not by Prof. Branestawm's pancake machine as he had hoped. He still believes that John is the man to make it, though, and the quest nags him gently. He heads for the exit. "Thank you for the break, guys. Wish me luck. Oh, and if that duck happens to come back by, you might want to check him for a concealed banjo before providing him with a Speckled Hen, on me. No, I mean the beer, MrsDuck wouldn't approve of anything else. Put the change in the tip jar OK?" |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: MMario Date: 15 Feb 06 - 08:39 AM Is the creative chocolate eating contest still on for 7 pm? I'm suppossed to be the technical assistant to the judges and Identify the various elements of the cometition. and someone rumoured there was a "record your own CD" booth somewhere around here - anyone seen it? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Janie Date: 15 Feb 06 - 08:43 AM Whew! Missed the couple. Hit the duck, tho'. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Janie Date: 15 Feb 06 - 08:55 AM On the ground at last! Look! There's jimmyt and Allan C right outside of the "Tattooed Lady's" booth. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Rapparee Date: 15 Feb 06 - 09:09 AM A final blast of the trumpet comes over the six-story-high speakers, and an announcement.... Laid |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Amos Date: 15 Feb 06 - 09:11 AM As well they might be! This tatooed lady is reputed to have every single model of guitar Martin ever made tatooed on her person somewhere, including a large twelve-string cleverly drawn around her Dreadnought... A |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: John MacKenzie Date: 15 Feb 06 - 09:15 AM Who owns that salmon pink tent on pitch 404? I did hear a rumour that he was royalty descended from a long line of blues blooded Pennsylvanians. Could it posssibly be HRH Max Spiegel? Oh be still my beating heart, our Raison d'etre is amongst us, the common people. Your Majesty we are not worthy, especially that Jessup chap! Exits walking backwards and bowing. Giok [a humble denizen] |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: MMario Date: 15 Feb 06 - 09:27 AM I'm sorry, I didn't catch that? Could you repeat it, only a little louder? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Janie Date: 15 Feb 06 - 09:49 AM MMario, I've been looking for you. Wanna join me for a Bloody Mary down in the Willow Garden Cafe and Little House of Horrors? I want to hear more about those chocolate comets. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: MMario Date: 15 Feb 06 - 09:59 AM I'm with you! We should be able to get there before the Poxy Boggards scheduled set. Have you heard their rendition of Happy Jack's Undrinkable Ale? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: MMario Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:01 AM HAPPY JACK'S UNDRINKABLE ALE Lyrics and Music by Stu Venable Copyright 1992 Stu Venable Good sailors sing songs of lassies and bravery and fortune How the sea fills their hearts with the courage to do mighty deeds But I'll sing a song of a sailor I met in Jamaica Who tested the bravest of brave in all seven seas. Happy Jack's undrinkable ale One mighty sup puts the wind in your sail It's Happy Jack's undrinkable ale. Our captain once tried a tankard of Jack's mighty potion He seemed all right so we all went off to bed We woke to the screams of our captain way up in the crow's nest He tried to fly with the wind and he ended up dead. Chorus This ale was as dark as a night with no moon in December As bitter as a man who lost his pizzle in May As strong as six horses, as bitter and evil as Judas Ask the worldliest drinkers of Jack's, they'll most surely say. Chorus I sailed with a lad who was tall and as wide as a mountain One half a pint put this sailor down upon one knee We watched as he turned as white as the high cliffs of Dover And threw-up old Jack's as a gift to the mighty blue sea. Chorus I once tried a thimble of Jack's demonic invention But for the spinning I felt that I was all right I woke with a chicken, two ducks, a lamb and an oxen By the looks on their faces I must have had a good night. Chorus |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Amos Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:11 AM Out in the cerulean bay, around the Point of Sharps, comes a cloud of white canvas and sparkling brightwork, taut lines humming in the afternoon shore breeze. The ratlines are festooned with bright-eyed folkies who have heard about the goings-on. Joe Offer stands to the helm, expertly gauging the wind and schooning her into the bay under the expert eye of Skipper Morse. It is The Mudcat Schooner, one hundred and twenty feet of sheer nautical precision and grace, a poem in canvas and line, varnish and brass. She swoops down the bay to a point just a cable's length from shore, swings gracefully up into the wind, her canvas rattling down and her wide-tooth hook splashing down, into the sandy bottom. She sways ahead, to the scope of her chain, pauses, and lies back as the anchor digs in. With a a gentle shudder, she lies to her anchor, home. The summery afternoon air echoes with the combined voices of all hands, lining the rails and skittering down the lines to the deck, in four clear parts of sweet harmony: Awaaaay-O! The Mudcat! The Mudcat Schooner-o! The Mudcat takes you anywhere That you could want to goooooo..... The decks rapidly wahsed down, the canvas furled and tied, the booms chocked and the hallilards taut, lines coiled and neatly made ship-shape, the schooner readies for a stay on the hook. A few hands man a block and sway up a boom, which rapidly lifts away a long and graceful liberty boat, and then another, laying them alongside as neat as a librarian's pencils, bright white against the pale blue water. Oars are broken out and manned, and soon boatload after boatload of tanned and ready Folkies comes sweeping in and unloading at the beach, carrying mandolins, tambours, bagpipes, mouth harps, blues guitars, Dobros, 12-strings, banjos and tuners. They scatter among the paths of the great carnival, the grog shopes, the midway pitches and the boardwalk displays of food, magic, music and affection. At her hook with only an anchor watch on board, the great schooner nods in grace, talking things over with the gentling sea. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Stilly River Sage Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:05 AM A scratchy CD from old transferred recordings is heard playing from the carnival grounds parking lot picnic area. A pickup truck is parked next to a table under the trees, doors open so the speakers can be heard for some distance around. A barbecue grill smokes on the other side of the table, where a nice slab of salmon is nearly finished. The songs, all recorded by John Dwyer, are not arranged according to political correctness. The laughter and applause throughout indicate a live performance recording. Ah, Carnival, the perfect opportunity to bring out non-PC favorites. When the bawdy Zulaika comes on, the sound is turned way up. Zulaika was fair to see A young Persian maiden was she She lived in Baghdad Where all men are bad But none was as bad as she She lived in Baghdad where all men are bad But none was as bad as she Her husband was very old With millions in silver and gold He kept her locked in Away from all sin For Persians are terribly bold He kept her locked in Away from all sin For Persians are terribly bold On her head she wore a tur-ban Which came from the fields of I-ran Where no one could see She kept a small key Which she threw out again and again Where no one could see She kept a small key Which she threw out again and again The first time she threw out the key It fell by the old banyan tree She sighed and she cried The door opened wide And in walked her lover Ali She sighed and she cried The door opened wide And in walked her lover Ali The next time she threw the key out It fell by the old water spout She sighed and she cried The door opened wide And in walked her lover Mahout She sighed and she cried The door opened wide And in walked her lover Mahout She threw out the key once again Expecting her lover Sulieman She sighed and she cried The door opened wide And in walked a whole caravan She sighed and she cried The door opened wide And in walked a whole caravan The leader he bowed his head low Expecting her answer to know The most of you say Zulaika did say But children and camels must go The most of you say Zulaika did say But children and camels must go |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Amos Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:37 AM Crewmembers from the Mudcat Schooner ready to make the evning long and never still, crowd around Stilly's Sterling Stout Stand tavern, carrying away large mugs of brown stuff, tall glasses of magical Reisling, and shots of amber single malt to put in their coffee. The gaiety is infectious. Under a banyan tree, shadowed from the twinkling torchieres that have lit themselves by evening, a portly aging man in baggy faded levis and a bright green Pendleton, strums merrily on a large Ukelele, and bellows out bawdy lines in a worn but still serviceable baritone. I'm the Sheeeeeik of Aaaarabeeee (with no pants on!) Your love beLONGS to meeeeee! (with no pants on!) At night, when you're asleep (with no pants on!) Intoooo your tent I'll creeep (with no pants on!) The stars that shiiiine abooove, (with no pants on!) Will light our way tooooooo Luhhhhhhve! (with no pants on!) You'll rule this land with me, (with no pants on!) I'm the shake the shook the Sheeeeik of Aaaraby!!! (with no pants on!) Several lithe and comely lasses from the Mudcat Schooner stroll by, plucking tunes on mandolins in harmony. They pause to laugh at the man's funny song, and blow him affectionate kisses as they stroll onward under the boughs of spice trees. The old and portly man winks merrily at them, and watches them meander onward, and sighs deeply. If yooou like Ukelele lady, Ukelele Lady like-a you...., he strums and sings softly as the moon rises over the bay, coloring all the merrymakers in its benevolent glow. If you like to linger where it's shady Ukelele Lady linger too ---oooo--ooo! The smell of roasting mastodon whiffs through the trees, a faint counterpoint to the lingering scent of jasmine and love amongst the tropic shrubs. MMario is readying up a feast just past the Mudcap Mudcat Members Merry-go-Round, to the left of the Gaelic Goddess' Bards and Songster Decathlon tent. Just follow your nose. MMario is a masterful chef... and bon appetit! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Donuel Date: 15 Feb 06 - 12:03 PM rainbow at mudcat harbor in the rain (opposite Point Sharp) http://www.angelfire.com/md2/customviolins/rainybow1.jpg leaving mudcat harbor (by the old Amos lighthouse) http://www.angelfire.com/md2/customviolins/rainbowships.JPG The fog lifts on the bluffs above mudcat carnival near mudcat falls http://www.angelfire.com/md2/customviolins/daisyfalls.jpg Close up of Amos lighthouse at night http://www.angelfire.com/md2/customviolins/lighthouse51.jpg |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: John MacKenzie Date: 15 Feb 06 - 12:08 PM Still can't take your malt as god intended then Amos? G |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Amos Date: 15 Feb 06 - 12:15 PM (Nice to know yer payin' attention, Oatmeal!) A |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: MMario Date: 15 Feb 06 - 02:13 PM Made you it thunk, for that dead I is?" |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Amos Date: 15 Feb 06 - 02:19 PM MM: We're counting on you for a hearty barbecue of mastodon, accompanied by free-wheeling balladry at the Endless Food and Song Big Top just across Frailing Waters Creek. Don't stand aboot!! :D A |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: MMario Date: 15 Feb 06 - 02:25 PM shorry, 'Mos! Didn;'t see you stannin ther. ahm no' staddin aboot- ahm pragdictedly naw stannin' a'all! dah barbar-hic-queue sauce for the mazzdadondon is parti-hic-ular-ularlee good today. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Amos Date: 15 Feb 06 - 02:45 PM Well, since he's already marinated, and of a size, p'raps we'll barbecue MM instead.... A |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: MMario Date: 15 Feb 06 - 02:50 PM naht m'fal'. wahz JANie! - She forshed me t'drink bloody mary's! 'n the' I foun' thish shingull mal' barbarbar sauuz bu' the' wahz levted-ohverz. coudden le' id go wahzsht,no? wahz onlee a coubble of pindz. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Janie Date: 15 Feb 06 - 03:05 PM Terribly sorry, Amos and the rest. It never thunk a great good lad like Leo couldn't handle a leetle bit of tomato juice and vodka. Myself, I just feel good and relaxed now--ready for to glide along with some nice harmony now. Course, it's Darlin' Corrie's white liquer I be used to drinkin'. That vodka's more like spring water, you know? Nevermind--I've got a little mountain remedy I can mix up that 'll have the chef back in shape in no time---MMario! Come back here! Janie |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: GUEST,Loooooooooooooooooooooooong John Sliver Date: 15 Feb 06 - 03:41 PM Avast, me hearties! Look to west'ard! See her! Sailin' into the bay now, mountin' 64 guns an' crewed by the best throat-cuttin' bully boys that ever plundered the Spanish Main, and every man-jack of them wantin' a little shore diversion, if ya take me meanin'. Arrgh! Flitter me mains'l if she isn't the old Queen Anne's Revenge, full rigged an' ready fer action and captained by the noble Captain Charlie himself! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: MMario Date: 15 Feb 06 - 03:46 PM Queen Anne's Revenge Thass when you eat too many carrots, ri' and then you turn oh-wrenge! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Amos Date: 15 Feb 06 - 04:45 PM (Mind your hands bring only their musical instruments ashore, Mister Sliver. WOuldn't want to spoil a nice folk-gatherin', now....) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: GUEST,Saucy Sal Silver Date: 15 Feb 06 - 05:32 PM "ee'll haf nowt ta do,but play the strings, if I 'af anyting to do wid it!" Saucy Sal sauntered down the gangplank, swishing her petticoats, all eight of them, under a silk skirt of scarlet red. She sashayed, slowly, thrusting her tightly corsetted bosom ahead like the prow of the ship she'd just left. Long John would be lucky to keep his ears, or other parts, if he thought he was going to play around on her! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Janie Date: 15 Feb 06 - 07:39 PM On a park bench, under the biggest banyan tree, lies a woman in worn, rolled-up jeans and an old t-shirt that says "Nitro High School Wildcats Class of '69." Her cheap Walmart workboots stick straight up in the air and you can see her men's white crew socks with the worn out elastic rolling over the top of the boot. She yawns and stretches, slowly sitting up, vaguely wondering if she has been snoring, or merely drooling as she napped. It's Janie, the southern hillbilly woman. "Uhmmmmmmm....I smell that barbeque" she says to no one in particular. "Ol' MMario must a sobered up!" "Oh my, lookee there at that beeyoutiful sailin' ship out there in the harbor. When did it arrive?" She looks around for some one to ask. She sees a mild looking blue-eyed man in a disreputable hat walking down the Midway. She is about to call out "Bro' Joe" when her eyes widen in amazement at the sight behind him. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Rapparee Date: 15 Feb 06 - 09:47 PM From the fort on the top of the hill across the bay a twenty-one-gun salute is fired in honor of the doings, and as the smoke from the old 36-pounders drifts away the soldiers, resplendent in red and blue uniforms and faux-bearskin shakos wander over to join the crowd. Down the gangplank of "Queen Anne's Revenge," the scummiest vessel that you've ever seen, walks the Captain and his crew -- except for the cook, of course, who's in the scuppers with the staggers and jags. They greet the soldiers affably and start to pass around bottles of ardent spirits as two of the crew begin to play a button box and a ukulele, respectively if not respectably. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: John MacKenzie Date: 16 Feb 06 - 04:31 AM Then down the gangplank comes a man playing a banjo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Giok |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 16 Feb 06 - 05:59 AM Run for the hills!!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: frogprince Date: 16 Feb 06 - 12:32 PM STEP RIIIGHT UP, LADEEEZ AND GENTLMINNN! I can guess yer weight, innybody's weight, within two pounds. I get it right, it costs ya a mere dollar; just a dollar. I get it wrong, you go home a winner. If I'm wrong by more than two pounds, you pick a nice prize off one of those bottom two shelves. But, ladies and gents, that's not all. If I'm wrong by more than 5 pounds, you get that beautiful Estaban guitar right there. But that's not all! If I'm wrong by more than 10 pounds, you get to choose a Martin or Gibson off the third shelf. But that's still not all; lissen up now!! If I miss your weight by more than 20 pounds, you take home that hand-made, inlayed, GRIT LASKIN GUITAR right up there top-center. You, the gentleman in the green shirt; how about you? How about you, little lady? What's that shirt say? Nitro Wildcats? Hey, I don't have much experience guessing wildcats; just look at those guitars. Just one dollar, just one dollar, folks, for a chance to win one of these beautiful guitars! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Amos Date: 16 Feb 06 - 01:10 PM As the long night of merriment wanes, and the early hints of a new dawn color the fringes of the wide bay beyond the shores of the Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Capo Carnivale, the ringing of zithers and autoharps, banjos and twelve-strings fades as the rowdy celebrants succumb to their night's indulgence in brown stuff, Reisling, Shiraz, single-malt, and bluegrass. Out on the pier a lone banjo-player watches the dawn begin its promises, and the thin but strong notes of his slow-plucked banjo drift over scores of sleeping folkies. Amaaaaaaaazing grace! How sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like meeeeeee!.... Around the Point of Sharps, a slow chuffing sound begins to make itself heard. An early lobsterman out on his rounds? A herd of blue whales drawn to the merrymaking? As the first rays of sunlight break over the horizon, shifting the sea's broad surface from a midnight purple through a silvered blue to the pale transparent aquamarine of its day job, the faint outlines of a broad, squat vessel can be seen plowing a furrow in the waters a few miles off the Point. Her outline is unmistakeable to the lonely banjoplayer, who lights a small cigar, sips from a silvered flask, and smiles in recognition. Her giant stacks unleashing clouds of white smoke and her giant side-wheels churning a broad foamy wake behind her, she chuffs slowly into the bay. You can barely make out the figures on her -- a Gambler leaning lazily against the promenade deck rail, a sweaty boilerman just outside the engine room hatch on the quarter, a bevy of lovely belles of assorted hues gathering outside the salon to watch the merry Mudcat shoreline heave into view. The steamboat Albert J. Hansell has come to join the party. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: John MacKenzie Date: 16 Feb 06 - 01:18 PM I preferred waiting on the levee for the Robert E Lee, but now the levee's been a teensy weensy bit damaged I'll make do with this American excuse for the Waverley. Giok |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 16 Feb 06 - 01:21 PM An ancient mariner finds a nice sunny spot on the broadwalk and sets his kit bag down. Watching the pretty girls walk by he sighs a wish he was twenty years younger and sits down on the warm planking. Opening up his lunch bag he munches slowly on a generously filled lobster roll; taking the occasional swig from a brandy laced bottle of springwater. After lunch it's time to do a little busking and make enough money for a warm bed, or a train ticket back to Halifax. He rummages around his kit bag and pulls out a couple of wooden dolls he got from a Jowla bin in Liverpool. When he was a young man he used to watch Seth Davy sing on the corner of Bevvington Bush and make these dolls dance on an old plank of wood for money passers by would throw in his hat. When Seth died they were thrown into a dustbin and the mariner retrieved them for old times sake... The mariner put out his hat and says "Well Seth Old Chap lets see if these dolls still have some magic in em mate"...The mariner sings and makes the dolls dance WHISKEY ON A SUNDAY or COME DAY, GO DAY (Glyn Hughes) Chorus da da da daaa Come day, go day Wish in my heart it were Sunday Drinking buttermilk thru the week Whiskey on a Sunday He sits in the corner of Bevvington Bush On top of an old packing case he has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing And he croons with a smile on his face His tired old hands tug away at the strings And the puppets dance up and down A far better show than you ever would see In the fanciest theatre in town In 1905 Seth davey died and his songs were heard no more The three wooden dolls in a jowlah bin ended and the plank went to mend a back door But some stormy night when you're passing that way And the wind's blowing up from the sea You'll still hear the song of old Seth Davy As he croons to his dancing dolls three |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: MMario Date: 16 Feb 06 - 01:22 PM oh- how lovely to watch the dawn --- wait - that's not dawn! It's a flaming Kestrel! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Amos Date: 16 Feb 06 - 03:33 PM Who set that bird alight? A |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: John MacKenzie Date: 16 Feb 06 - 03:55 PM Diaghilev to music by Stravinski and choreography by Fokine. Giok |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Amos Date: 16 Feb 06 - 03:59 PM Fokine-A! It was the Mojo Woman on the Albert J. Hansell who done it. I am really amazed it is still burning. Perhaps they have made an annual commemorative event of it. A |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Janie Date: 16 Feb 06 - 04:35 PM Janie brushes right past Bro' Joe, intent on getting a closer look at the steamboat and that seabird all afire up at the wharf. She waves off the barker wanting her to waste a dollar on trying to win a counterfeit gi-tar. (Maybe she shouldn't have been so hasty--he don't know just how heavy those workboots she's a wearin' really are, what with the steel toes and all.) She is nearly running as she approaches the wharf, afraid she'll miss something. But a voice singing, and the sound of little feet tapping, clogging, pull her to a halt. She looks around and sees an old man over on the edge of the boardwalk. He's singing a song she remembers her grandpappy singing, and he's got a couple of those little clogging dolls dancing on a 1x6, much like the one grandpappy had made for her when she was just a youngin'. She glances toward the wharf, but moves across the midway to stand in front of the old man and his dolls. She watches and listens, foot tapping. Finally she steps forward and commences to clog along with the dolls. She stops when the old man does, and for a minute they just grin at each other. Then she tosses her dollar in the hat and moves on down to wharf, hoping that bird ain't burned out yet. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Bert Date: 16 Feb 06 - 05:01 PM The spirit of Mudcat past ripples down the sun-dapples... Ye Gods Amos! you after some kind of award? And it's Albert L. Hansell if you must know. Nah! Emma B It's not Blackpool were at Saahfend ain't we. Right on that open sewer wot's called the Thames. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Rapparee Date: 16 Feb 06 - 06:26 PM Off in the distance is the sound of a steam calliope playing a Sousa march.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: frogprince Date: 16 Feb 06 - 07:28 PM The old man lets his voice rest a bit, and just lets the dolls step to the strains of "Under the Double Eagle". |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Janie Date: 16 Feb 06 - 09:30 PM All the while muttering under his breathe, "First the damn trumphet, and now a Sousa march. What the hell is happening to folk music!" |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Rapparee Date: 16 Feb 06 - 09:54 PM You ever ride a carousel to "Blowing in the Wind" or "Barbara Allen"? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Lonesome EJ Date: 16 Feb 06 - 10:04 PM Robert E Leej leaned against the railing, allowing the smoke from his cheroot to trail across the stern and disappear in a riot of sunlit water-drops thrown aloft by the paddlewheel. He taps the leather bag stowed securely in the pocket of his waistcoat, feeling the resistant weight of a cluster of gold coins. The cards had been good to him, the champagne crisp, and the fair lady never noticed when he had slipped out of her boudoir, clutching a rather extravagant emerald pinky-ring in his fist. He grinned as he looked out over the long string of tents, marquees, pennants, hot-air balloons and assorted jetsam that had been erected along the beach. As the Hansell eased into the dock and dropped the gangway, he made his way to the walkway, tipped the brim of his plantation hat to a dark-eyed lady, and singing "O I come from Alabamy wit' a banjo on my knee", was lost in the carnival crowd. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Funhouse, Boardwalk and Carnival From: Janie Date: 16 Feb 06 - 10:09 PM Never ride a carousel at all if I can help it. Same effect as the Ferris Wheel. This o' hillbilly is just loads of fun at a carnival! Janie |
