My apologies for the lack of posts so far this morning (although this week, it should hardly be surprising). I've just returned from donating platelets at the Indiana Blood Center. This time I was able to do a "double;" for a little extra time on the machine, they were able to collect twice as many platelets. I passed the time with the classic 1957 Stanley Kubrick film Paths of Glory. Actually, one of the nice things about donating is it's about the only time I ever watch any of my video tape collection, any more.
The film ended before I was done; in flipping channels, I arrived at TCM's broadcast of the 1940 comedy Tear Gas Squad. It amused me for the 15 or so minutes I had left. A nightclub crooner (who dresses as a policeman for his act) offends a young woman by being "fresh;" as revenge, she invites him to her home for dinner without telling him that all the men in her family are Irish cops. The crooner (Dennis Morgan) gets a ticket on the way over and arrives complaining about "flatfeet," to the ire of her father and burly cousins.
Of course, Morgan proceeds to sit down at the piano launch into a rendition of "When Irish Eyes are Smiling." You don't need me to tell you that they all join in, misty-eyed, and are clapping him on the back by the end of the number. The plot if further complicated when the ticket-writing cop shows up and proves to be one of the young woman's suitors, and complicated further still when Morgan decides to become a cop and draws the suitor as his police academy drill instructor. At that point, I had to go. I think I would have loved being a screenwriter in the 40s.
As always, I urge everyone to donate blood if at all possible. Contact your local Red Cross or other blood collection center in your area. It can truly be a gift of life.