The surname FitzGerald is a translation of the French-Norman fils de Gérald, or son of Gerald (Gerald from "ger", spear, and "wald", rule). Variant spellings include Fitz-Gerald and the modern Fitzgerald. The name can also be used as two separate words Fitz Gerald. Its current head is Maurice FitzGerald, 9th Duke of Leinster.
Among the most celebrated families of Ireland and Great Britain[list membership disputed], the FitzGeralds are a Hiberno-Norman or Cambro-Norman dynasty, and have been Peers of Ireland since at least the 14th century.
The main branches of the family are:
The dynasty is also sometimes referred to as the Geraldines, and the name Geraldine can be a derivation of this adjective. Elizabeth FitzGerald (1527–89) was known as the "Fair Geraldine" from her surname.
Marquess and Earl of Kildare, co. Kildare, Earl and Baron of Offaly, all in the Peerage of Ireland;
Viscount Leinster of Taplow, co. Bucks, in the Peerage of Great Britain
and Baron Kildare of Kildare in the Peerage of the United Kingdom;
Louis Armstrong (August 4, 1901 – July 6, 1971), nicknamed Satchmo or Pops, was an American jazz trumpeter and singer from New Orleans, Louisiana.
Coming to prominence in the 1920s as an "inventive" cornet and trumpet player, Armstrong was a foundational influence in jazz, shifting the music's focus from collective improvisation to solo performance. With his instantly recognizable deep and distinctive gravelly voice, Armstrong was also an influential singer, demonstrating great dexterity as an improviser, bending the lyrics and melody of a song for expressive purposes. He was also greatly skilled at scat singing (vocalizing using sounds and syllables instead of actual lyrics).
Renowned for his charismatic stage presence and voice almost as much as for his trumpet-playing, Armstrong's influence extends well beyond jazz music, and by the end of his career in the 1960s, he was widely regarded as a profound influence on popular music in general. Armstrong was one of the first truly popular African-American entertainers to "cross over," whose skin-color was secondary to his music in an America that was severely racially divided. It allowed him socially acceptable access to the upper echelons of American society that were highly restricted for a black man. While he rarely publicly politicized his race, often to the dismay of fellow African-Americans, he was privately a strong supporter of the Civil Rights movement in America.[citation needed]
Cole Albert Porter (June 9, 1891 – October 15, 1964) was an American composer and songwriter. Born to a wealthy family in Indiana, he defied the wishes of his domineering grandfather and took up music as a profession. Classically trained, he was drawn towards musical theatre. After a slow start, he began to achieve success in the 1920s, and by the 1930s he was one of the major songwriters for the Broadway musical stage. Unlike most successful Broadway composers, Porter wrote both the lyrics and the music for his songs.
After a serious horseback riding accident in 1937, Porter was left disabled and in constant pain, but he continued to work. His shows of the early 1940s did not contain the lasting hits of his best work of the 1920s and 30s, but in 1948 he made a triumphant comeback with his most successful musical, Kiss Me, Kate.
Porter's other musicals include Fifty Million Frenchmen, DuBarry Was a Lady, Anything Goes and Can-Can, and his numerous hit songs include "Night and Day", "I Get a Kick out of You", "Well, Did You Evah!" and "I've Got You Under My Skin". He also composed scores for films from the 1930s to the 1950s. He was noted for his sophisticated, suggestive lyrics, clever rhymes and complex forms.
Plot
One Angry Juror" is the story of Chicago attorney Sarah Walsh, who is chosen to serve on the jury of a murder trial. Convinced that the defendant IS innocent and that he is being framed for a murder he didn't commit, she manages to deadlock the jury panel and secure a mistrial.
Keywords: based-on-true-story, courtroom, hung-jury, murder, murder-investigation, prosecutor, split-screen, trial
Sometimes eccentricity can be sexy!
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Joe Dylanne is a plainclothes NYC cop with a badge... and a robust personality. He always resorts to unconventional methods in order to capture the city's slickest criminals. When Dylanne receives a message from Katy, an old sweetheart of his, the news is not as pleasant as he anticipated. Rather, it is an imperative call for help. Dylanne must swing into full action. This cop must travel to a remote location in the northwest in order to investigate the disappearances of his friend's relatives. It turns out that most of Kate's relatives have been murdered in cold blood. The only survivor of the slaughter is Joshua, an angst-ridden survivalist who explains to Dylanne about a sophisticated plan implicating marijuana plant growers. Dylanne and Joshua must trespass enemy territory in the name of revenge...
Keywords: cannabis, dead-boy, dual-wield, forest, independent-film, murder, police-shootout, small-town, street-shootout, teenager-fighting-adult
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Sonny Steele used to be a rodeo star, but his next appearance is to be on a Las Vegas stage, wearing a suit covered in lights, advertising a breakfast cereal. When he finds out they are going drug the horse in case its too frisky, he rides off into the desert...
Keywords: animal-rights, blockbuster, breakfast-cereal, business, caesar's-palace-las-vegas, casino, chrome, consumerism, corporate-executive, corporation
Man: Hey! Hey, Hallie, Hallie Martin! We met in New York, remember?::Hallie Martin: Did we like each other?
Hallie Martin: You ride off with somebody else's twelve million dollar horse, did you think we wouldn't notice?
Sonny Steele: You've had a hard day. Why don't you scrunch down in the bag?::Hallie Martin: Oh, I wish it were that easy. I don't sleep.::Sonny: Ever? How old are you?
Hallie Martin: Okay, I respect your position. I don't understand it, but I respect it. A lot of famous people hated publicity: Albert Schweitzer. Franco... Albert Schweitzer.
Sonny Steele: I ain't carrying it. And you can't carry it.::Hallie Martin: The hell I can't. I've carried this stuff a lot of times.::Sonny Steele: Where? Up the escalator at Bloomingtons, or Bloomingbirds or where ever the hell it is?::Hallie Martin: Bloomingdales!
Hallie Martin: I've been to the rodeo. Twice.::Sonny Steele: Did you stay for the rattlesnake round up?::Hallie Martin: Yes. I stayed. Right till the end. I saw the whole thing.::Sonny Steele: They don't have one. How're you gonna round up a rattlesnake?
Hallie Martin: I'm just trying to be pleasant. You get so worked up about everything.::Sonny Steele: What have I got to be worked up about? I've only got a stole horse; everybody except the Coast Guard is after me; I've got nothin' but miles of open country to cross; and now I'm carrying a crazy woman around wearin' shoes from Bloomingbirds who thinks she's seen a rattlesnake round up.
Hallie Martin: They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.::Sonny Steele: I know. I'm the one who said it.
Wendall: I'm gonna get me a bottle of tequila and find me one of them Keno girls that can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch and just kinda kick back.
Hallie Martin: Mr. Steele, why were you 45 minutes late to the press confrence?::Sonny Steele: Well, I'd like to aplogize for that. I was giving mouth to mouth resuscitation to a bottle of tequila. And, we lost her too.
They had just 36 hours to share the love of a lifetime.
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On the first night of his London assignment, newsagency reporter John Desmonmd becomes heavily involved with enigmatic Anna Ray. The affair ends when she is shot struggling for a gun she has pulled on him. This is only the start of his troubles, as Anna worked for a criminal organisation who know Desmond has now got her valuable contacts list.
Keywords: based-on-novel, gangster, london-england, reporter, shooting
The Walls of a Whole City Were Closing In...And Now He Was Running For His Life!
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Minerva Hatton is back in Nevada, where she grubstaked her fortune years ago. Her granddaughter Julie Westcott is visiting while getting a divorce. They are blackmailed by Julie's husband, Philip, who has two gambling checks Julie has given a gambling casino. Minerva, trying to buy them back, comes across Philip's murdered body. Believing Julie guilty, she substitutes her fingerprints and pleads guilty. When she learns that Julie is innocent of the killing, she does an about face, appearing in court as a sweet old lady instead of her usual rugged desert outfits, to play on the jury's sympathy. Freed, she still must find the killer to clear Julie, to whom the evidence points. After a little detectice work, she is convinced of the identity of the killer. She has herself sworn in as a temporary sheriff, jumps into her Model-T Ford and uses her marksmanship to nab the killer.
Keywords: bad-check, based-on-novel, beating, casino, chase, checkers, child-custody, confession-of-crime, debt, deputy
She was the roughest toughest...Sweetest old gal in the West! (original poster)
LOOK OUT! Granny's got her gun...and that means TROUBLE! (original poster)
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A series of 12 2-reel episodes, each a separate and unrelated story, relating the adventures of Christopher Race and his high-powered automobile, The Scarlet Runner. Each episode has a different cast, except for the continuing role of Earle Williams. Episode titles are: #1: _The Car and His Majesty (1916)_ (qv); #2: _The Nuremberg Watch (1916)_ (qv); #3: _The Masked Ball (1916)_ (qv); #4: _The Hidden Prince (1916)_ (qv); #5: _The Jacobean House (1916)_ (qv); #6: _The Mysterious Motor Car (1916)_ (qv); #7: _The Red Whiskered Man (1916)_ (qv); #8: _The Glove and the Ring (1916)_ (qv); #9: _The Gold Cigarette Case (1916)_ (qv); #10: _The Lost Girl (1916)_ (qv); #11: _The Missing Chapter (1916)_ (qv); #12: _The Car and the Girl (1916)_ (qv).
Keywords: automobile-racing, based-on-novel, serial
It?s sad to see your art
Hanging on the wall
So many pictures there
But yours the best of all
I like the Indian
The one in ballpoint ink
In ancient Massachusetts
Long before you called
You traded him and many others
For a drink
Your fingers thick from hammers
Well, it really makes you think
And then my father
Would fill your glass so tall
When I was a kid
I gophered in your crew
Always a kind word
And you showed me what to do
And living hammered
Well, it's always hit or miss
But through your cigarette stained beard
Your love rang true
And though you are so loved
It had to come to this
You got shut off
Because you always stink of piss
And now you drink someplace
Where no one bothers you
Oh, Fitzy, oh, Fitzy
Oh, Fitzy, oh, Fitzy
Oh, Fitzy, oh, Fitzy