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Now, I'm sure you're all aware that this week is national gall-bladder
week. So as sort of an educational feature at this point I thought I would
acquaint you with some of the results of my recent researches into the
career of the late doctor Samuel Gall, inventor of the gall-bladder. Which
certainly ranks as one of the more important technological advances since
the invention of the joy-buzzer and the dribble-glass. Doctor Gall's faith
in his invention was so dramatically vindicated last year, as you no doubt
recall, when, for the first time in history, in a nation-wide poll the
gall-bladder was voted among the top ten organs. His educational career
began interestingly enough in agricultural school, where he majored in
animal husbandry, until they caught him at it one day.
Whereupon he switched to the field of medicine in which field he also won
renown as the inventor of gargling. Which prior to that time had been
practiced only furtively by a remote tribe in the Andes who passed the
secret down from father to son as part of their oral tradition. He soon
became a specialist, specializing in diseases of the rich. He was therefore
able to retire at an early age. To the land we all dream about, sunny
Mexico of course. The last part of which is completely irrelevant, as with
the whole thing I guess, except, it's a rather sneaky way of getting into
this next type of popular song which is one of those things about that
magic, and romantic land south of the border.
When it's fiesta time in Guadalajara,
Then I long to be back once again
In Old Mexico.
Where we lived for today,
Never giving a thought to tomara.
To the strumming of guitars,
In a hundred grubby bars
I would whisper "Te amo."
The mariachis would serenade,
And they would not shut up till they were paid.
We ate, we drank, and we were merry,
And we got typhoid and dysentery.
But best of all, we went to the Plaza de Toros.
Now whenever I start feeling morose,
I revive by recalling that scene.
And names like Belmonte, Dominguin, and Manolete,
If I live to a hundred and eighty,
I shall never forget what they mean.
(For there is surely nothing more beautiful in this
world than the sight of a lone man facing singlehandedly
a half a ton of angry pot roast!)
Out came the matador,
Who must have been potted or
Slightly insane, but who looked rather bored.
Then the picadors of course,
Each one on his horse,
I shouted "Ole!" ev'ry time one was gored.
I cheered at the bandilleros' display,
As they stuck the bull in their own clever way,
For I hadn't had so much fun since the day
My brother's dog Rover
Got run over.
(Rover was killed by a Pontiac. And it was done with
such grace and artistry that the witnesses awarded the
driver both ears and the tail - but I digress.)
The moment had come,
I swallowed my gum,
We knew there'd be blood on the sand pretty soon.
The crowd held its breath,
Hoping that death
Would brighten an otherwise dull afternoon.
At last, the matador did what we wanted him to.
He raised his sword and his aim was true.
In that moment of truth I suddenly knew
That someone had stolen my wallet.
Now it's fiesta time in Akron, Ohio,
But it's back to old Guadalajara I'm longing to go.
Far away from the strikes of the A.F. of L. and C.I.O.
How I wish I could get back
To the land of the wetback,
And forget the Alamo,
In Old Mexico. Ole!
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