A live performance at Severance Hall in Cleveland, Ohio of Aaron Copland's A Lincoln Portrait.  The Cleveland Orchestra Youth Orchestra under the baton of Jayce Ogren with William Clarence Marshall narrating. (Narration begins at 7:55) This live performance was recorded by Bruce Gigax and broadcast by Robert  Conrad on WCLV 104.9 FM.


Fellow citizens, we cannot escape history. We of this congress and this administration will be remembered in spite of ourselves. No personal significance or insignificance can spare one or another of us. The fiery trial through which we pass will light us down in honor or dishonor to the latest generation. We, even we here, hold the power and bear the responsibility. 

The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew and act anew. We must disenthrall ourselves and then we shall save our country. 

It is the eternal struggle between two principles, right and wrong, throughout the world. It is the same spirit that says 'you toil and work and earn bread, and I'll eat it.' No matter in what shape it comes, whether from the mouth of a king who seeks to bestride the people of his own nation, and live by the fruit of their labor, or from one race of men as an apology for enslaving another race, it is the same tyrannical principle. 

As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master. This expresses my idea of democracy. Whatever differs from this, to the extent of the difference, is no democracy. 

That from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion. That we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain. That this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people shall not perish from the earth. 



A Lincoln Portrait

Story retold by William Clarence Marshall

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A short story retold by
William Clarence Marshall

The END

You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch 

CD: Noel Star!

William Clarence Marshall ~ vocals
Mike Petrone ~ piano
Pete Tokar ~ Recording Engineer
Reel Thing Studios

The classic song about the nasty, green character from Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

[Verse 1]
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel

[Verse 2]
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch
Your heart's an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
I wouldn't touch you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole

[Verse 3]
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile

[Verse 4]
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch
You're a nasty, wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch
The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote:
"Stink. Stank. Stunk."

[Verse 5]
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment
Of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled-up knots

[Verse 6]
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch
With a nauseous super-naus
You're a crooked, jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch
You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce


Lyrics ~ Dr. Seuss
Music~ Albert Hague
Original Vocal ~ Thurl Ravenscroft


The classic song about the nasty, green character from Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas. It was performed by Thurl Ravenscroft, although because he wasn’t given credit people thought it was Boris Karlov. Seuss eventually apologized and told the public.

The Grinch is a horrible person who can’t stand the idea of happiness. He can’t stand it to the point where he forms a grand plot to ruin Christmas in Whoville.

Thurl Ravenscroft puts images of horrible disgusting repulsive things to describe just how awful the Grinch really is all the while singing in his deep iconic voice.

“We Three Kings”

FROSTY

My best friend tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen. Hopefully, you will. There’s a guy on the corner by the little store who is asking for places to stay because it’s getting very very cold out, so I took him into our home last night out of the kindness of my heart. 

I felt sorry for him because he looked so distraught. Poor guy was just standing out in the cold wind shivering. But this morning he just vanished. Not a word. Not even a goodbye or a thank you for putting a warm roof over his head. 

To make matters worse, he had peed all over the living room floor! That's the thanks I get for being good to people?!?! 

So I'm warning all my friends to watch out for this guy. He is heavyset, wearing nothing but a scarf and a top hat, has a nose that looks like a carrot, two black eyes, and his arms are so skinny they look like sticks. He goes by the street name “Frosty.” Don't bring him into your house! Hope this made you smile. 

Merry Christmas✨🎄

Frosty

December 21, 2011 radio interview on AROUND NOON with Dee Perry at the KeyBank Studios on WCPN 90.3 FM - The radio interview included The  Johnny’s Downtown Carolers, Mike Petrone at the piano, with William Clarence Marshall performing, “You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch”



The classic song about the nasty, green character from Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

[Verse 1]
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel

[Verse 2]
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch
Your heart's an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
I wouldn't touch you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole

[Verse 3]
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile

[Verse 4]
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch
You're a nasty, wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch
The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote:
"Stink. Stank. Stunk."

[Verse 5]
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment
Of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled-up knots

[Verse 6]
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch
With a nauseous super-naus
You're a crooked, jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch
You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce


Lyrics ~ Dr. Seuss
Music~ Albert Hague
Original Vocal ~ Thurl Ravenscroft


The classic song about the nasty, green character from Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas. It was performed by Thurl Ravenscroft, although because he wasn’t given credit people thought it was Boris Karlov. Seuss eventually apologized and told the public.

The Grinch is a horrible person who can’t stand the idea of happiness. He can’t stand it to the point where he forms a grand plot to ruin Christmas in Whoville.

Thurl Ravenscroft puts images of horrible disgusting repulsive things to describe just how awful the Grinch really is all the while singing in his deep iconic voice.

You’re A Mean One, Mr Grinch! AROUND NOON with Dee Perry- WCPN 90.3 FM

 Ol' Man River at Anderson University, guest lecture/recital - Accompanied by Dr. Randall Frieling at Anderson University, Anderson, Indiana.

From "ShowBoat" with music by Jerome Kern & lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein ll
Book by Edna Ferber

Ol' Man River at Anderson University

What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; a day that reveals to him, more than. all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which lie is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is 
a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciations of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of 
liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade, and solemnity, are, to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy-a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices, more 
shocking and bloody, than are the people of these United States, at this very hour. 

Go where you may, search where you will, roam through all the monarchies and despotisms of the old world, travel through South America, search out every abuse, and when you have found the last, lay your facts by the side of the every day practices of this nation, and you will say with me, that, for revolting barbarity and shameless hypocrisy, America reigns without a rival. 





What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? - excerpt read by Harlem Renaissance.

The Story of Stone Soup


Once upon a time, there was a great famine (which means there wasn't enough food
to go around). The people in one small village didn't have enough to eat, and definitely not
enough to store away for the winter. People were afraid their families would go hungry, so
they hid the small amounts of food they did have. They even hid their food from their friends
and neighbors. One day a wandering soldier came into the village. He asked the different
people he met about finding a place to eat and sleep for the night.

"There's not a bite to eat in the whole county," they told him. "You better keep moving on."

"Oh, I have everything I need," he said. "In fact, I would like to make some stone soup to
share with all of you.'’ He pulled a big black cooking pot from his wagon. He filled it with
water and built a fire under it. Then, he reached slowly into his knapsack and, while several
villagers watched, he pulled a plain gray stone from a cloth bag and dropped it into the
water.

By now, hearing about the magic stone, most of the villagers were surrounding the soldier
and his cooking pot. As the soldier sniffed the stone soup and licked his lips, the villagers
began to overcome their lack of trust.

"Ahh," the soldier said aloud to himself, "I do like a tasty stone soup. Of course, stone
soup with cabbage is even better.

Soon a villager ran from his house into the village square, holding a cabbage. "I have
this cabbage from my garden." he said as he held it out for the soldier.

"Fantastic!" cried the soldier. The soldier cut up the cabbage and added it to the pot. "You
know, I once had stone soup with cabbage and a bit of beef, and it was delicious."

The butcher said he thought he could find some beef scraps. As he ran back to his shop,
other villagers offered bits of vegetables from their own gardens--potatoes, onions, carrots,
celery. Soon the big black pot was bubbling and steaming. When the soup was ready,
everyone in the village ate a bowl of soup, and it was delicious.

The villagers offered the soldier money and other treasures for the magic stone, but he
refused to sell it. He had many offers for a cot to sleep on that night. The next day he traveled
on his way.


(Adapted from the classic folktale from the Aarne-Thompson folktale system)

Spoken by William Clarence Marshall aka Harlem Renaissance

The Story Of Stone Soup

THE TALE OF THE STARFISH

IT ALL STARTED WHEN.

A young girl was walking along a beach upon
which thousands of starfish had been washed
up during a terrible storm. When she came to
each starfish, she would pick it up, and throw it
back into the ocean. People watched her with
amusement.

She had been doing this for some time when a
man approached her and said, "Little girl, why
are you doing this? Look at this beach! You
can't save all these starfish. You can't begin to
make a difference!"

The girl seemed crushed, suddenly deflated.
But after a few moments, she bent down,
picked up another starfish, and hurled it as far
as she could into the ocean. Then she looked
up at the man and replied “Well. I made a difference
for that one!"

The old man looked at the girl inquisitively and
thought about what she had done and said.
Inspired, he joined the little girl in throwing
starfish back into the sea. Soon others joined,
and all the starfish were saved.

(Adapted from the classic folktale from the Aarne-Thompson folktale system)

Spoken by William Clarence Marshall aka Harlem Renaissance

The Tale Of The Starfish

The introduction of each film created by 'An In My Attic Film' asks "Whose Up There?"

Whose Up There?

President Lincoln delivered the 272 word Gettysburg Address on November 19, 1863 on the battlefield near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

"Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, on this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived, and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives, that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate—we cannot hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."

Read by William Clarence Marshall aka Harlem Renaissance

Gettysburg Address

Welcome! William Clarence Marshall is the name. A native of the Philippines and born at the stroke of midnight on a tropical Christmas Day. Raised by loving and happily married parents. The eldest of three of which my younger brother and sister continue to prosper. Presently residing in the vibrant performing arts communities of New York City and Cleveland, Ohio. Pursuing aeronautics with the aspiration of becoming an astronaut, gave way to the performing arts and the transition to vocalist, actor, narrator and voice-over artist.

Harlem Renaissance

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