"He instinctively can find the shining greatness of our American culture and does a good job of highlighting it (although he also does have those rare lapses when he writes about hockey, but that is something caused by impurities in the Eastern waters or something)." Erik Keilholtz
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Mark C. N. Sullivan is an editor at a Massachusetts university. He is married and the father of three children. Email
Down to earth and hard working, you're a true New Yorker. And although you may be turning into a yuppie, you never forget your roots. Where Should Your Inner New Yorker Live?
Well I don't know about being a true New Yorker, but okay.
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I've been hunting for the song that is heard played on calliope during the credits on the movie A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, and while I haven't yet found the hurdy-gurdy version, here is a vintage recording of the song, "I've Got Rings on My Fingers," sung by Blanche Ring in 1909.
Now Jim O'Shea was cast away Upon an Indian Isle The natives there they liked his hair They liked his Irish smile So made him chief Panjandrum The Nabob of them all They called him Jij-ji-boo Jhai And rigged him out so gay So he wrote to Dublin Bay To his sweetheart, just to say
Sure, I've got rings on my fingers, bells on my toes Elephants to ride upon, my little Irish Rose So come to your Nabob, and next Patrick's Day Be Mistress Mumbo Jumbo Jij-ji-boo J. O'Shea
Folded Space has mp3s of this and 19 other popular songs as well from between 1901 and 1920.
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