Monday, January 19, 2009

Give me a minute and it will come to me.

Today is set aside to observe the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., which actually occurred last Thursday, and tomorrow is set aside to observe the inauguration of Barack Obama as 44th president of the United States, which will actually occur tomorrow. For more on those subjects, check out this post on Dr. Scot McKnight’s Jesus Creed blog.

But I have decided to post about something else. This is not to disparage in any way either Martin Luther King, Jr., or Barack Obama. I’m just funny that way. Sometimes I happily go along with the crowd, and sometimes I don’t. I have never tried to live my life according to majority opinion. In fact, when the whole world seems to be advocating A, it often happens that I consider the merits of B.

Can you name these four people? Do you know why they had their photo taken together?

You will receive extra points if you can also name the husband of the woman on the lower left and tell what he had to do with the people in the photo (besides being the husband of the woman on the lower left).

When you have amassed enough extra points, I have received enough emails to know that something wonderful is going to happen to you. I have no idea what.


  1. I know the two women and one of the men (the one on the left), but have no idea of the other. Initials of the ones I know are S.L, D.C. and G.M.I associate them with a program that I listened to on the radio (remember the radio?) during the middle to latter part of World War II. My mother even let me subscribe (actually she did it, I was only about 8 or 9 at the time) to a weekly, or perhaps monthly, magazine that contained a whole lot of words used on the program. I found out the name of the husband of the woman on the left is by going to her name on Google and learned his association with the others. I claim no points for what I learned from Wikipedia, though. To my best recollection, I didn't watch the TV program with which they are all associated, but I did watch some of G.M.'s show she had later; she was wonderful!

  2. you have got to be kidding me silvester, how could i possiblly have any idea at all, even though i am an expert on everything after 1939{ even got kadaffee's house correct even thoufgh uyopu won't admit it will you????[ BACK TO THE SUBJECT AT HAND, WHICH WAS BANNANAS, NO THAT WAS ANOTHER BLOG, OH OH IT WAS EXPERT ON HISTORY AND YET no idea, why do you torment me with these guessing games...just be proud we are celebrating martin's day give him a nod of approval for his peace movement and drop the frivolities

  3. just a far off wild speclative guess, they aren't from the hit parade are they, and is that gisell mckensie at the far right bottom?????

  4. Snooky Lanson, Russell Arms Dorothy Collins and Gisèle MacKenzie.
    Dorothy Collins was married to Buddy Collins, a bisexual Georgia-based Lucky Strike hit parade producer who had passionate affairs with both Snooky and Russell in the early fifties before fathering twins with Gisele. Robert H. Brague used to deliver his newpapers in the early sixties and was once bitten on the left calf by his yapping Yorkshire Terrier - Nobby.

  5. I thought this one would be more difficult than it turned out to be. Pat nailed the initials of three of them, (but didn't know R.A.), Putz (David) named the program as an afterthought after his tirade, and Yorkshire Pudding was doing so well until he blew a gasket or something.

    The photo is indeed of Snookie Lanson, Russell Arms, Dorothy Collins, and Gisele MacKenzie, stars of Your Hit Parade, which I watched every Saturday night for years, even after new singers like June Valli and Tommy Leonetti came along. But I think we need to send up a flare every time Yorkshire P. shows up, or be ready to scream "Liar, Liar! Pants on fire!" at the top of our lungs to warn the populace that fiction is about to show its ugly face.

    Dorothy's husband was Raymond Scott, the orchestra leader on the program from 1949 to 1957 (according to wikipedia). All that Buddy Collins nonsense is, well, nonsense. Furthermore, I distinctly remember being bitten on the right calf.

  6. Ah good, I had no idea who any of these people were. It was before my time.

  7. Ah, good, a new definition of "old": before Ruth Hull Chatlien's time! :)