Rival reporters are getting married, but you can bet a news story will get in the way of that! Gene Raymond & Ann Sothern are likable, but there is something about the pace of this that doesn't bring it to life like so many of the other reporter adventures that was made in the 1930s.
The There Goes My Girl
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There goes my baby(Ooh girl, look at you)(There she go, there she go, there she go, go now)You don't know how good it feels to call you my girlThere goes my baby(There she go, there she go, there she go, there she go now)Loving everything you do, ooh girl, look at you
I get the chills whenever I see your faceAnd you in the place, girlFeel like I'm in a movie, babyI'm like ooh-wee, baby, ohLike waterfalls your hair falls down to your waistCan I get a taste, girl?No need to keep 'cause babyI ain't ashamed of calling your name, girlI've been waiting all day to wrap my handsAround your waist and kiss your faceWouldn't trade this feeling for nothingNot even for a minuteYeah, I'll sit here long as it takesTo get you all aloneBut as soon as you come walking my wayYou gonna hear me say
There goes my baby(Ooh girl, look at you)(There she go, oh)You don't know how good it feels to call you my girlThere goes my baby(There she go, there she go, there she go, now)Loving everything you do, ooh girl, look at you
There goes my baby(Ooh girl, look at you)You don't know how good it feels to call you my girlThere goes my baby(There goes my baby, there goes my baby)Loving everything you do, ooh girl, look at you
The wintergreen, the juniper The cornflower and the chicory All the words you said to me Still vibrating in the air The elm, the ash and the linden tree The dark and deep, enchanted sea The trembling moon and the stars unfurled There she goes, my beautiful world
This collection of hits by the Drifters has a few of the original versions ("There Goes My Baby," for instance), but most of these tracks have been re-recorded (with one or more members of the original group, as the saying goes) and the new versions quite frankly lack the spunk and special feel of the first Jerry Leiber/Mike Stoller arrangements. Since there are dozens of single-disc compilations of the Drifters available, it is difficult to recommend this one.
"I knew he'd be acquitted; I knew it," declared Eliza McCardle Johnson, told how the Senate had voted in her husband's impeachment trial. Her faith in him had never wavered during those difficult days in 1868, when her courage dictated that all White House social events should continue as usual.That faith began to develop many years before in east Tennessee, when Andrew Johnson first came to Greeneville, across the mountains from North Carolina, and established a tailor shop. Eliza was almost 16 then and Andrew only 17; and local tradition tells of the day she first saw him. He was driving a blind pony hitched to a small cart, and she said to a girl friend, "There goes my beau!" She married him within a year, on May 17, 1827. President Bush Biography Vice President Cheney Biography Laura Bush Biography Lynne Cheney Biography Eliza was the daughter of Sarah Phillips and John McCardle, a shoemaker. Fortunately she had received a good basic education that she was delighted to share with her new husband. He already knew his letters and could read a bit, so she taught him writing and arithmetic. With their limited means, her skill at keeping a house and bringing up a family--five children, in all--had much to do with Johnson's success.He rose rapidly, serving in the state and national legislatures and as governor. Like him, when the Civil War came, people of east Tennessee remained loyal to the Union; Lincoln sent him to Nashville as military governor in 1862. Rebel forces caught Eliza at home with part of the family. Only after months of uncertainty did they rejoin Andrew Johnson in Nashville. By 1865 a soldier son and son-in-law had died, and Eliza was an invalid for life.Quite aside from the tragedy of Lincoln's death, she found little pleasure in her husband's position as President. At the White House, she settled into a second-floor room that became the center of activities for a large family: her two sons, her widowed daughter Mary Stover and her children; her older daughter Martha with her husband, Senator David T. Patterson, and their children. As a schoolgirl Martha had often been the Polks' guest at the mansion; now she took up its social duties. She was a competent, unpretentious, and gracious hostess even during the impeachment crisis.At the end of Johnson's term, Eliza returned with relief to her home in Tennessee, restored from wartime vandalism. She lived to see the legislature of her state vindicate her husband's career by electing him to the Senate in 1875, and survived him by nearly six months, dying at the Pattersons' home in 1876.
The grocery man is afraid - But the bad boy is a wreck! - 'My girl has shook me!' - The bad boy's heart is broken - Still he enjoys a bit of fun - Cod-liver oil on the pan-cakes - The hired girls made victims - The bad boy vows vengeance on his girl and the telegraph messenger.
"Oh, I am a wreck," said the boy, as he grated his teeth, and looked wicked. "You see before you a shadow. I have drank of the sweets of life, and now only the dregs remain. I look back at the happiness of the past two weeks, during which I have been permitted to gaze into the fond blue eyes of my loved one, and carry her rubbers to school for her to wear home when it rained, to hear the sweet words that fell from her lips as she lovingly told me I was a terror, and as I think it is all over, and that I shall never again place my arm around her waist, I feel as if the world had been kicked off its base and was whirling through space, liable to be knocked into a cocked hat, and I don't care a darn. My girl has shook me."
"Sho! You don't say so," said the grocery man as he threw a rotten potato into a basket of good ones that were going to the orphan asylum. "Well, she showed sense. You would have blown her up, or broken her neck, or something. But don't feel bad. You will soon find another girl that will discount her, and you will forget this one."
"Never!" said the boy, as he nibbled at a piece of codfish that he had picked off. "I shall never allow my affections to become entwined about another piece of calico. It unmans me, sir. Henceforth I am a hater of the whole girl race. From this out I shall harbor revenge in my heart, and no girl can cross my path and live. I want to grow up to become a he school ma'am, or a he milliner, or something, where I can grind girls into the dust under the heel of a terrible despotism, and make them sue for mercy. To think that a girl, on whom I have lavished my heart's best love and over thirty cents, in the past two weeks, could let the smell of a goat on my clothes come between us, and break off an acquaintance that seemed to be the forerunner of a happy future, and say, 'ta-ta' to me, and go off to dancing school with a telegraph messenger boy who wears a sleeping-car porter uniform, is too much, and my heart is broken. I will lay for that messenger some night, when he is delivering a message in our ward, and I will make him think lightning has struck the wire and run in on his bench. O, you don't know anything about the woe there is in this world. You never loved many people, did you?"
"I like to dide, and that is one thing, I think, that makes this disappointment in love harder to bear. But I felt sorry for Ma. Ma ain't got a very strong stummick, and when she got some of that cod-liver oil in her mouth she went right up stairs, sicker'n a horse, and Pa had to help her, and she had nooralgia all the morning. I eat pickles to take the taste out of my mouth, and then I laid for the hired girls. They eat too much syrup, anyway, and when they got on to that cod-liver oil, and swallowed a lot of it, one of them, a Irish girl, she got up from the table and put her hand on her corset, and said, 'Howly Jaysus,' and went out in the kitchen, as pale as Ma is when she has powder on her face, and the other girl who is Dutch, she swallowed a pancake and said, 'Mine Gott, vas de matter from me,' and she went out and leaned on the coal bin, then they talked Irish and Dutch, and got clubs, and started to look for me, and I thought I would come over here. The whole family is sick, but it is not from love, like my illness, and they will get over it, while I shall fill an early grave, but not till I have made that girl and the telegraph messenger wish they were dead. Pa and I are going to Chicago next week, and I'll bet we'll have some fun. Pa says I need a change of air, and I think he is going to try and lose me. It's a cold day when I get left anywhere that I can't find my way back. Well, good-bye, old rotten potatoes."
In this article, the cycle framework is applied to the 1930s girl reporter pictures. The films illuminate the operations of a programmer cycle, a form yet to be explored in cycle studies, opening the consideration of cycles to a wider cross-media trend. The formal and informal practices of repetition and seriality within the cycle are shown to possess limited life spans that, like cycles, were subject to market determinants. Studying cycles as historical, commercial processes contributes a deeper understanding of how industrial strategies were developed, modified, and adjusted in response to a particular set of economic and cultural conditions.
United States. Developed as an offshoot of the decade-long trend in newspaper pictures, the girl reporter character became associated with her own set of story tropes and motifs in the mid-1930s. The centrality of the character to these films is revealed in such titles as Front Page Woman (Warner Bros., 1935), The Girl on the Front Page (Universal, 1936), Love Is News (Fox, 1937), and A Girl with Ideas (Universal, 1937). This sudden surge in girl reporters represents a cross-media cycle that enacts a number of significant Hollywood practices premised on the repetition of a successful formula. If serialization is understood as the process by which a narrative formula is extended and repeated in structured intervals, film cycles are an organic form of this process, the shape and longevity of which are dependent on their surrounding market environment. The framework of cycles is both temporal and commercial, their lifespan dictated by the logic of supply and demand; the production of girl reporter pictures declined once the market reached the point of saturation and the variations on the standard formula were no longer able to satiate audiences' demands for originality and difference. 2ff7e9595c
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