[And I also thought about one of Yale's alumni, namely the urbane songwriter Cole Porter. The grandson of a] gentleman farmer, ... Bulldog! Bulldog! (Bow, Wow, Wow). |
A slap and a tickle Is all that the fickle Male Ever has in his head |
Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love. |
Good authors, too, who once knew better words Now use only four-letter words Writing prose - Anything goes |
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie. |
I get no kick from champagne, Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all, So tell me why should it be true, That I get a kick out of you? |
I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles. |
In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking but now, God knows, anything goes. |
Most gentlemen don't like love, they just like to kick it around. |
My sole inspiration is a telephone call from a director. |
Rodgers and Hammerstein, if you can imagine it taking two men to write one song. (when asked "Who wrote 'Some Enchanted Evening'?) |
The 1860s-era house, which has about 21 rooms, had fallen into disrepair over the years. It had been split into several apartments, and police found a methamphetamine lab in one of the apartments two years ago. The museum plans to sell fudge made with recipes from the now-closed Arnold's Candies of Peru. At his shows, Porter gave away boxes of the candy as presents. |
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? I don't. |
You're the Nile,/ You're the Tower of Pisa,/ You're the smile/ On the Mona Lisa. |