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Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Tarzan and His Mate (1934) Banned Swimming Scene │ Seven Genius Cleaning Tricks For Your Bathroom

My wife Jack showed up from Vancouver fairly early this afternoon ─ I had begun eating after sitting outside in the backyard in sunshine for just over 40 minutes. I had even followed up that sunshine exposure with some exercise in the shed, and it was my strongest performance thus far this year.

The sunshine session ─ barefooted, cut-offs, and a wide-open sleeveless top that I didn't even require (I could have been shirtless) ─ began at 12:49 p.m., and I wrapped it up at 1:30 p.m. So with the exercise session following that, Jack must have arrived home at 2:00 p.m. or soon thereafter.

I am only getting the opportunity to commence today's short post because she needed coconut milk for one of the dishes she is preparing, but we had none ─ she went out to do that unexpected bit of extra shopping, having already earlier arrived home with a fair load of groceries.

I have the impression that she will be leaving us again late this afternoon, or very early in the evening, but we shall see. In either case, today's post will be shorter than usual, as already said.


Well, Jack finally left us after much cooking and cleaning, and said that she might be back as early as Thursday, or possibly Friday.

I have no time to do any health-related research for this post, so I am just going to present a couple of items that I recently sent out to folks on my personal mailing list.

The following is precisely as it was sent out:

Tarzan and His Mate (1934) Banned Swimming Scene
The Tarzan movies with Johnny Weismuller just absolutely thrilled me when I was a kid. This movie was the second featuring him.

This swimming scene was banned from the movie Tarzan and His Mate in 1934, as interpreted by the Motion Picture Production Code, for indecency. It was not restored to the film until possibly 1986 after Turner Classics bought the film rights, and discovered a positive print of the original film in the vaults.

Maureen O'Sullivan, aka "Jane" (Mia Farrow's mother), was a good swimmer but not THAT good. She had a body double named Josephine McKim who, along with Johnny Weismuller, competed in the 1928 Olympic Games.

In the scene, supposedly when Jane ─ now Maureen O'Sullivan ─ rose from the water, she bared one of her breasts. If she did, I sure couldn't tell ─ censors must have been dreadfully picky; or else that bit was cut from this clip.
The second item I shall leave you with is this ─ a good one for whomever does the cleaning around the house!

Seven Genius Cleaning Tricks For Your Bathroom
There's a good idea or two here!

Closing out today's short post is a journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster. What I was renting was quite small, and located in a house on Ninth Street, and maybe two houses up from Third Avenue.

I had reluctantly gotten involved the evening before in some late-night beer drinking that started off in a tavern in Bellingham, and thus I was not back home and to bed until "long past 3:00 a.m.," as I had written at the time.
SUNDAY, April 11, 1976

I arose at 10:20 a.m. A rainy day.

I shall mail, this early afternoon, a 25¢ order for 50 nutrient capsules of high potency as I go on my way to see if Bill is home so I can phone mom re the yogurt maker she said she'd look into at Spice-O-Life yesterday.

Bill was up.

I tried 1½ hours to get her, but always a busy signal; I later realized I must have been dialing Bill's number. Anyway he & I went for his mother to take her shopping. I phoned from her place at their insistence (it costs 25¢); Alex said mom, Greta & Kirk went to Vancouver.

Bill next took me out to Hometown, but we arrived 25 minutes late.

We nearly went to Mark's, but I influenced him otherwise at the last moment.

Then he invited me for hotdogs at his place (he'd already shared a small carton of cottage cheese). We went to Mac's and I bought us a boysenberry pie ($1.35) and a pint of vanilla ice-cream (61¢) for it. At Dairy Queen's he bought us each a large chocolate dipped cone. Then at his place we fed fully.

He drove me home shortly after 8:00 p.m., giving me Climax which I employed for an outstanding experience at 9:30 p.m.

Ten minutes later I was in bed.

Note: I am finally at my old 400 leg-raises mark.
My old friend William Alan Gill only lived four or so blocks from my room, renting a bachelor suite. He had been out drinking the previous night, too.

"Spice-O-Life" was likely a health food shop that I no longer recall.

Bill's mother Anne Gregory was renting her own place off in Maillardville. Is it possible that whatever she was renting came complete with a payphone? I just don't remember anymore.

It was my mother Irene Dorosh's husband Alex who answered the phone when I tried to reach her. It would seem that her Dutch friend Greta and Greta's boyfriend Kirk had come down visiting from Barriere. My mother had been expecting Greta for a number of weeks.

I can no longer remember where or what sort of store "Hometown" was, but perhaps it was in Surrey, and not too far from where my younger brother Mark was living in Whalley. Mark and his girlfriend Catherine Jeanette Gunther were also involved in that Bellingham drinking.

It sure would appear that Bill and I had quite a junk-food supper that day!

Climax was a pornographic magazine, and it was my downfall after I got driven back to my room by Bill. I was unable to resist the temptation it afforded me.

As for those leg-raises, I had recently undergone a serious appendectomy to mop up the results of a burst appendix ─ I was not released from hospital until my 12th day there, and for at least a couple of days after that I had a drainage tube projecting from the incision.

I had been regularly doing 400 leg-raises pretty much daily up to the day of the surgery, and I was slowly regaining by former fitness, finally catching up this day to the former leg-raise totals that had been my norm.
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