Nobody sang “God Bless America” better than Kate Smith

In a stirring display of patriotism, Dean Martin and Kate Smith joined forces on ‘The Dean Martin Show’ to deliver a medley of beloved American classics, accompanied by a choir of singers and dancers clad in vibrant red, white, and blue attire. Alongside Martin and Smith, esteemed stars Barbara Eden, Mickey Rooney, and Norm Crosby graced the stage, each adding their own flair to the performance.

Kicking off with a spirited rendition of “Yankee Doodle Dandy”, Martin and Smith set the stage aglow with their infectious energy, seamlessly transitioning into the timeless melody of ‘My Old Kentucky Home’ as the ensemble joined in harmoniously. The medley reached its crescendo with a rousing rendition of ‘You’re a Grand Old Flag,’ filling the air with patriotic fervor as the stage came alive with singers and dancers.

As the audience cheered in appreciation, Martin stepped forward to evoke the spirit of President Roosevelt’s iconic introduction of Kate Smith three decades prior, paving the way for her poignant rendition of “God Bless America”. Known as “The Songbird of the South”for her stirring performances during World War II, Smith delivered a soul-stirring rendition of Irving Berlin’s masterpiece, her voice soaring to breathtaking heights as the orchestra swelled in accompaniment.

The audience was captivated by the sheer majesty of the performance, a testament to the enduring power of patriotic music to unite and inspire.

“The Dean Martin Show”, a staple of television from 1965 to 1974, showcased the era’s biggest stars in its 264 episodes, with Dean’s signature hit “Everybody Loves Somebody” serving as its timeless theme song. Bringing the evening to a close with this beloved tune, Martin and Smith left an indelible mark on the hearts of viewers, their collaboration standing as a poignant reminder of the beauty and pride of being American.

My Neighbor Kept Hanging out Her Panties Right in Front of My Son’s Window, So I Taught Her a Real Lesson

My neighbor’s undergarments became the unlikely stars of a suburban show, taking center stage right outside my 8-year-old son’s window. When Jake innocently asked if her thongs were some kind of slingshots, I knew the “panty parade” had to stop, and it was time for a lesson in laundry discretion.
Ah, suburbia—where the lawns are pristine, the air smells of fresh-cut grass, and life rolls along smoothly until someone comes along to shake things up. That’s when Lisa, our new neighbor, arrived. Life had been relatively peaceful until laundry day revealed something I wasn’t prepared for: a rainbow of her underwear flapping outside Jake’s window like flags at a questionable parade.One afternoon, I was folding Jake’s superhero underwear when I glanced out the window and almost choked on my coffee. There they were: hot pink, lacy, and very much on display. My son, ever curious, peered over my shoulder and asked the dreaded question, “Mom, why does Mrs. Lisa have her underwear outside? And why do some of them have strings? Are they for her pet hamster?”
Between stifled laughter and mortified disbelief, I did my best to explain. But Jake’s imagination was running wild, wondering if Mrs. Lisa was secretly a superhero,with underwear designed for aerodynamics. He even wanted to join in, suggesting his Captain America boxers could hang next to her “crime-fighting gear.” It became a daily routine—Lisa’s laundry would wave in the breeze, and Jake’s curiosity would stir. But when he asked if he could hang his own underwear next to hers, I knew it was time to put an end to this spectacle. So, I marched over to her house, ready to resolve the situation diplomatically. Lisa answered the door, and before I could say much, she made it clear she wasn’t about to change her laundry habits for anyone. She laughed off my concerns, suggesting I “loosen up” and even offered me advice on spicing up my own wardrobe. Frustrated but determined, I came up with a plan—a brilliantly petty one. That evening, I created the world’s largest, most garish pair of granny panties out of the brightest fabric I could find. The next day, when Lisa left, I hung my masterpiece right in front of her window. When she returned, the sight of the massive flamingo-patterned undergarments nearly knocked her off her feet. Watching her fume while trying to yank down my prank was worth every stitch. She eventually caved, agreeing to move her laundry somewhere less visible—while I quietly relished my victory. From then on, Lisa’s laundry vanished from our shared view, and peace was restored. As for me? I ended up with a pair of flamingo-themed curtains, a daily reminder of the day I won the great laundry war of suburbia.

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