ANOTHER GLORIA GRAHAME KWIZ ANSWER
The next door neighbors would be wise to quell their dog’s barking.
The next door neighbors would be wise to quell their dog’s barking.
Gloria sits at her dressing table contemplating:
a. what she will do to her lover if he overcooks the meatloaf.
b. her next move in the dance of wits between her and Raymond Chandler.
c. another day in paradise.
d. what bliss it would be if that damn dog somehow stopped yapping.
Loon: Celebrity spirit interviewee for 3 questions today is the famous symphony orchestra conductor, Arturo Stravinsky. Tell me, maestro, are kettle drums really made out of kettles?
Stravinsky’s ghost: Ah, the music, the music, the music.
Loon: Yes, the music. Following up, and I must admit to having some inside information about this, were you ever challenged to a duel by an angry cellist?
Stravinsky’s ghost: Ah, the music, the music, the music.
Loon: I’m sure we all agree that’s certainly true. Finally, was Nijinsky as good a speller as I’ve been led to believe?
Stravinsky’s ghost: Ah, the music, the music, the music.
Loon: So, in summary, the music.
Bells chime. Stravinsky’s ghost dissipates. The loon leaves to make himself a sandwich.
Walt Halstead was a suave, pale, bald, fat man with tired eyes and a too tight collar.
Now I know where Jack Webb got his Joe Friday voice over inspiration.
Louise showed up at the opening of a new grocery store in Altadena wearing this ridiculous outfit as a joke. The joke was on her when she was installed against her will as mayor.
The Bitterbat household was all atizzy. For Clem Bitterbat, the criminally insane patriarch, had escaped the parlor. Sending out feelers collected from butterflies to all authorities, the Bitterbat household was taken aback when an armored division surrounded their compound. Urged to issue forth and reach for the sky, the Bitterbats complied, though not without quite a lot of giggling. Later, a team of minions swept the grounds and found nothing of note. Plenty of contraband, though, and a buried and still functioning dairy.
This I swear,
Clem Bitterbat
He doffed his cap.
He doffed his chewy black licorice cap.
I rest my case.
Loon: Today’s celebrity ghost for the 3 question interview, one Mr. Samuel Becker, was a writer of some note, I am told. Looks a little like the homeless guy living under my shed. Welcome, Mr. Becker. Tell me, did you ever have a run in with a sheriff?
Beckett’s ghost: The lawn, the lawn, the lawn, the lawn.
Loon: I see. Going into more detail, can you tell us what it’s like to be cadaverous?
Beckett’s ghost: In spite of the tennis?
Loon: Yes, indeed. Exactly what I was getting at. In terms of endearment, do you favor logic or brutality?
Beckett’s ghost: The lawn, the lawn, the lawn, the lawn.
Loon: Well, okay. That about does it for this week. (leaves room)
Beckett’s ghost becomes a hat.