1912 Iowa-Style
by GeneralE

Comment by GeneralE:
When they were filming the movie version, Robert Preston found out for the first time that Shirley Jones was pregnant when her son kicked him in the stomach as them embraced on the bridge during this song.

An unmarried man and woman "meeting at the footbridge" was about as daring a display of non-marital (or really any) public intimacy which might be expected for the times.

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Till There Was You
Words and Music by Meredith Wilson

There were bells on the hill
But I never heard them ringing,
No, I never heard them at all
Till there was you.

There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No, I never saw them at all
Till there was you.

And there was music,
And there were wonderful roses,
They tell me,
In sweet fragrant meadows of dawn, and dew.

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
Till there was you!

Message edited by author 2008-04-06 22:23:11.

There's Some Lindt In Your Navel
by GeneralE

Comment by Tlemetry:
I love the concept. LOL To funny! The lindor truffles are my favorite of all chocolates.

Speed Dating in extremis?
by GeneralE

Comment by aimeethetoo:
BAHAHAHA!!! This is hilarious! Extra point for making me laugh. 7

Rollin'
by GeneralE

Comment by riversong:
LoL! I like the high tech-look btw and the use of complimentary colors.

Tread, Where Angels Fear
by GeneralE

Comment by k9logic:
Interesting composition. I like it.

Play Ball, NOT!
by GeneralE

Comment by Art Roflmao:
Blatant cheater! :P

Play Ball, NOT!
by GeneralE

Comment by citymars:
Sorry about the DQ; I hope others who have been DQ'd take heart!

The Emperor's New Wheels
by GeneralE

Comment by Art Roflmao:
ROFL! Great catch. And he obviously IS naked - that's why he's staying back far behind the traffic. ;-)

There's Some Lindt In Your Navel
by GeneralE

Comment by levyj413:
You are a goofball of the first degree. Which is a good thing. :)

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by GeneralE

Comment by Art Roflmao:
This is inspiring! I can't help but be drawn into the centerr by the ever-so-slight vignetting. As I stare at it longer, I am pulled further and further into the suede-colored abyss until I can go no further. And yet I can't turn back either. An echo forms in my mind. My limbs feel numb. I can't look away and I can't click my mouse. I am lost forever in a sea of brown mustard. 10