Sometimes things from work make my brain hurt

[eveglass]

Today I was working on a movie from the '40s. One of the characters had a dog. A dog called Gladly.

Why, you might ask, would someone pick such a dumb name for a dog?

Well, this boy was at a shelter once for Thanksgiving and heard a woman singing, "Gladly, my cross-eyed bear," and figured the bear was named Gladly. So he named his dog Gladly also.

Please note that it took me the better part of 5 minutes of web searching (an eternity with Google, truly) to find out that the actual lyrics are from a hymn and read "Gladly, the cross I'd bear."

My brain, it hurts us, precious.

Comments

[squidmark.livejournal.com]

Heh, my mum used to tell me that story from back in her nunnery days...

Now relisten to Alanis Morrisette's "You Oughtta Know":

"It's not fair
To deny me
of the cross-eyed bear
That you gave to me"

...well no wonder she's angry. I'd be upset, too if someone gave me a cross-eyed bear and then took it back... the jerk.

[eveglass.livejournal.com]

Nah, a cross-eyed bear wouldn't be able to see properly and would keep running into my china cabinet.

[joenotcharles.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure that was already an old one in the 40's.

[eveglass.livejournal.com]

Exactly. I'd just never heard it before.