April 1st, 2000
Table of Contents
Titanic Documentary by Sofie Du Bois
(accompanied by poetry)
Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers by Lars-Åke H
THAC- Albert Einstein
SPECIAL THAC FEATURE:
Poetry:
Morning by Linda Griggs
First Light by Linda Griggs
Silence by Amanda Meek
Should I Speak Ill of Her? by Amanda Meek
Titanic Documentary and Poetry by Sofie Du Bois
You were so beautiful but everything
went wrong.....
You sank and you were lost together
with lots of people......
After 85 years they made a movie about you .
You were so popular.....
And so I met you...
I fell in love with you...
Lots of others to....
And from that moment you were never
forgotten.
You are in my heart, my soul.
And I never let you fall.
Tuesday there was a program on the TV in Belgium and one of the themes was the Titanic. The documentary was about the Flemish people on board who survived. They thought that there were 26 but a Flemish writer who was writing a book about the survivors found in a Canadian archive that stated there was another woman. But she was married to a Canadian and her parents were from Belgium. I was so surprised and now I'm searching for that book. The documentary was filmed in a small hotel in England. And there was the first class room taken from the scrapped Olympic the same as the Titanic. My evening was set and I got to my room and listened to TITANIC. I'll never let you fall.
Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers by Lars-Åke H
In the beginning, the band, which was called The Premiers, only included Joe
Negroni, Herman Santiago, Sherman Garnes, and Jimmy Merchant. They were given
a poem by a friendly neighbor called, "Why Do Birds Sing So Gay." But to make
a good song out of it, they needed a high tenor. Richard Barrett, a member
of the Valentines, suggested a young boy he knew had talent and who worked in
the grocery store under his apartment; Frankie Lymon.
Adding Lymon to the Premiers was to be a success. His high and clear voice
was just what the group needed. Richard Barrett, who also worked as a
talent scout, arranged an audition for the young group at the Gee Records.
In early 1956 they recorded their first song, renamed as "Why Do Fools Fall
in Love." The group then changed their name to The Teenagers to point out
their age. The song became an instant smash hit and was a Top 10 on the US
charts for several weeks. In the UK it was spotted as a No. 1.
Of course "Why Do Fools Fall in Love," like many other black artist hits,
were subsequently covered by white preformers. But none of them became as
big as the original.
In the '56-'57, Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers appeared in two movies;
"Rock, Rock, Rock" and "Mister Rock and Roll." They released some minor hits
such as "I'm Not A Juvenile Delinquent" and "I Want You To Be My Girl."
In 1957, Frankie Lymon and owner of Gee Records, George Goldner, started
working on Frankie as a solo act. Frankie released some songs of his own,
including the top twenty song "Goody, Goody." Later he changed label to
Roulette Records. The rest of the Teenagers tried several replacements for
Lymon, but none with any greater success.
The story kind of ends there. The Teenagers made their way through the 60s and 70s
without any greater appearances. At the age of fifteen, Frankie Lymon lost
his young voice and from there, it went downhill. In 1961 he had a serious
drug problem and was forced into a drug rehabilitation program at Manhattan
General Hospital. The group sold off the rights to their songs to pay of
some gambling debts, and for Lymon to by more drugs.
On February 27, 1968, at the age of 25, Frankie Lymon was found dead in his
mother's apartment with an empty syringe by his side.
With their letter sweaters, energetic teenage act, and clean-cut, wholesome
image, Frankie Lymon and The Teenagers was a carefully-packaged teenage group
which reflected the 50s with its carefulness.
Lars-Åke H
"When you cease to dream, you cease to live."
"Don't go through life, grow through life."
"Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life."
"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot
be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart."
(The Humorous Advice Column)
Dear THAC,
Regards,
Look for the response in Issue 9.
SPECIAL THAC FEATURE: NAPOLEON
This special feature on Napoleon is to showcase the talent of our writers. In order to work in the THAC section,
writers are required to apply to a letter from "Napoleon." This determines their acceptance into THAC. Here is the original
letter:
Dear Daily Times,
Signed,
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A few responses:
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Napoleon, Baby!
Sara
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Dear Nappy--
Molly
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Napoleon,
Sincerely,
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Morning by Linda Griggs
The sun broke
Rainbow ribbons of light
The fragrant hay
Spring quietly struggles
(Published with permission)
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First Light by Linda Griggs
A flash of sunlight
reflecting off the melting snow,
an artist's brushstroke
highlighted by lupine's
(Published with permission)
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Silence by Amanda Meek
With each lasting flare
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Should I Speak Ill of Her? by Amanda Meek
Should I speak ill of her? My friend?
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Copyright by respective artists, 2000.
Lars@dailytimes.every1.net
-Malcolm S. Forbes
-Eric Butterworth
-Pablo Picasso
-Helen Keller
I've got a HUGE problem. I'm in 7th grade, and my teachers and, well,
EVERYONE thinks I'm a trouble maker and that I don't apply myself. This is
not true. I just think the work is way too easy. Stuff I've known for ages.
But when I ask for harder work the teacher yells at me and says I'm just a
lousy trouble maker. But I'm not! Just bored and lonely. No one wants to
talk to me because I like to talk about complicated things like physics and
philosophy and so forth. What can I do?
Albert Einstein
I have a problem. I keep conquering
people and I'm a great man of power now,
but for some reason, people keep
laughing at me. I am short and only
use one hand. Should I kill them
now or later?
Napoleon
(look in Issue 9 for more responses)
It must be very hard for you to conquer all these foreign lands, you speak French they speak
German, but killing them is out of the question. What we need here is a little global
communication and understanding. I totally understand where your coming from, so many lands to
conquer, so little time, but trust me if you use a system of give and take (and I don't mean
lives, Napoleon)people will overlook your oddities and will willingly bow down to your
commands.
P.S. I'm picking up bad vibes from Waterloo so be careful!
You think people are laughing at you because they ARE. Buy lifts for your shoes and a
prostetic hand so they think you're using both.
If I were you I would kill them now. Trust me, I have killed many and it will make you feel a lot better. I happen
to be short myself and height is nothing to mess with. So kill them and get it over with and you will feel so much
better about yourself.
Jones
through the clouds,
melting morning mist
beneath its brazen radiance.
danced across the snow fields,
as the old man set out on
his daily trek to the barn.
reminds him of summer.
Expectant nickers
remind him of time.
to emerge from the frozen crust,
as the crocus bravely faces
the final traces of winter.
streaks across the mountain
like a comet,
its brilliance slashing
its way down the face,
accenting the landscape
with a splash of gold,
rosy glow,
a hillside alive with color.
Silence dies again.
In the crimson velvet
All the secrets are kept.
The light singing of a piano
Fills the room with music
Projected by an echo
And swallowed by the silence.
Sun streams in
From a small window in the corner.
The stream seems to catch the room
And illuminate the secrets
Kept deep inside.
And I sit upon the chair
Filled with crimson velvet
And it whispers all its secrets
I do not hate her,
But my soul is so jealous
Of all she has.
She embodies his heart
His thoughts, his dreams,
And most importantly,
His love.
I never stopped loving him
And she has everything I want.
It's so hard to be nice
When I want to take her place
