ZOOM, Series I; 209

Presentation of this program is made possible by grant from general foods corporation by public television stations and by grants from the ford foundation and the corporation for public broadcasting everybody's doing it everybody's grooving it everybody's having a ball Yeah! So won't you zoom, zoom, zoom-a-zoom. Come on and zoom-a-zoom-a-zoom-a-zoom. I'm Laura. I'm Kenny. My name's Ann. I'm David. My name's Nancy. I'm Jay. Grrr! Ha! Ha! Yeah! My name's Tracy. Who are you?

What do you do? How are you? Let's hear from you. We need you. We're gonna zoom, zoom, zoom-a-zoom. Come on and zoom-a-zoom-a, zoom-a-zoom. Come on, give it a try. We're going to show you just right We're going to teach you to fly high I want to zoom, I want to zoom, zoom I want to zoom, I want to zoom, zoom I want to zoom, I want to zoom, zoom I want to zoom, I want to zoom, I want to zoom, I want to zoom Lots of kids have written into Zoom and asked us to play Chinese Jump Rope. And Heidi Schneedleberger of Chicago, Illinois, has told us a way to make it. And you make it out of rubber bands. And Anne is going to show you how to do it. Okay. Hit it, Anne.

First of all, you have two rubber bands. Take the first one and you open it up, put the other one through it, and then take the two loops and put one of the loops inside through the other one. Pull it tight. Like a little ball, sort of. Yeah. Let me take the next one. Do the same thing. Yeah. You pull it. That's three. Oh, that one got twisted. If you keep going and keep going and keep going... It looks like this. It looks like that, and that's about how big you need one if you wanted to have a Chinese jump rope. I made mine out of all different colors. well it's easier that's true no I didn't take off mine ever fringe all over the bottom of them. Actually, they're not mine. They're not mine. Yeah, but I might step on my shoelace. No, I'm not going to start out. Are you a kleptomaniac? Okay, I'll start. Um, what do you want? In.

Second step beyond. Very good. Hi-yah. Hi-yah. Rollsies. Can't stop rolling, Jay-Z. I know, Jay-Z. Out. Side to side. On. In. Right on. Thingy. Oh. Oh, thingies. Thingies. Yeah. Geez, this is hard. Oh, I'm sweating. Someone tickles you with this. Kneesies.

I gotta get sneezies this time. Oh, my God. Hi-ya! Does that help you, Nancy? Oh, come on. Now the only problem is they jump in. You sound like you're lifting the heaviest weight. Blindies. No, no, he's got to do blindies. Hand me up. Close your eyes very, very tight. You have to hold your head up, too. Yep. Yep, yep. I can't get on. I just... He did it! He did it! Just by a big toe! You were like this. Jay, you were like this. I was looking. You were just like that, you were just like that. Now what? Now you're on kneesies, clapsies. You know, onesies. In. Out. Side to side. On.

Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. You're on and you're out. Take mine. Hands in. Hands in. Hands in. Oh, no. One way on. At least I'm up there. I mean, at least I passed an easy. No, I didn't. Not yet. Okay. Open your legs up a little bit. No, that's better. I think I am a little bit. I think I am a little bit. Ah, you popped it. This is a book that has 1,001 Fanny Dooley's in it. And it's by Judy Jones and Laura Carr of Chicago, Illinois. And let's start it. Animals. What does Fanny Dooley think of animals? Fanny Dooley loves gulls but hates terns. Fanny Dooley loves gazelles but hates antelopes. Fanny Dooley loves giraffes but hates occipes.

Fanny Dooley loves hippopotamus but hates herbivorous animals. Five, Fanny Dooley loves bills but hates beaks. Six, Fanny Dooley loves bills. It's time to roll out the barrel. Here's a zoom barrel from Joyce Hendley of Lutherville, Maryland. Here's my idea for a special zoomy handshake you can use on your show. You'll need two people to do it. This is what you do. First, shake hands the normal way. Next, one person lifts his right leg and puts it over both arms. Third, the next person does the same thing with his right leg. You should both be back to back by now. Hey, next, the first person lifts his leg back over both arms, and then the second does the same thing. Now you should both be back to normal. Try it again, faster. And to find out what's inside today.

Let me try. Yeah, David. David's not any time. David. So what? No. Come on, then. All right. Yeah, let David do a second. Right. You're back to back. See? Now, stand up if you can. Yeah, right. Third, the next person does the same thing with his right hand. Are you cracked? What? Are you filming already? We already did it. My arm's breaking off. Oh, that's it. Yeah. The first person lifts his left leg back over both arms. Are you crazy? No. Matter of fact, yes. That's it. Now, the next person does the same thing. Go. With my left leg? Left. Attaboy, and you should be back to normal. Really? What food does Fanny Dooley eat? 102, Fanny Dooley loves food but hates to eat. 103, Fanny Dooley loves coffee but hates to eat. 104, Fannie Dooley loves lettuce, but hates salads.

105, Fannie Dooley loves cabbage, but hates coleslaw. 106, Fannie Dooley loves Kellogg's, but hates cornflakes. 107, Fannie Dooley loves lollipops, but hates suckers. 108, Fannie Dooley loves carrots, but hates vegetables. This week's Zoom guest is Jaime Silvers. Most of the year he lives in Texas, but every summer he and his family go to work in Colorado. My father and mother are Mexican, but I was born in Texas. Every spring the whole family comes to Colorado to work in the fields. Sometimes I pick onions, pickles and cucumbers.

We pick the onions and we cut the top with the scissors and then we put them into the can. I don't like to work in the field because it's It's too hot, and I get tired. The day is pretty long.

Sometimes my little brother can't wait for lunch. He eats the lunch in the back of the truck. Sometimes we have some corn and hamburgers and potatoes and tortillas and beans and eggs, and that's all. We live in a house owned by a farmer in Colorado.

The farmer has three aviones. this is where we live there are 16 in the family in texas we don't live together but here we do all my brothers and their children and my sisters we have nine dogs and there belong one of my cousins They're still puppies. I like Texas better than the Colorado. I have all my friends over there. I have a lot of fun playing with my brothers and sisters and cousins.

1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10. This year, we want to stay in Colorado because there's more work here than in Texas. The Magic Nail by Jeanie McGolliffe of Marlborough, Massachusetts.

Once there was a tramp who came to a little red house. He knocked at the door. Go away. I don't want any. Good lady. I am tired and hungry. Do you have any bread to give away? Go away. I am a poor woman. I don't have any bread to give away. The old lady laughed at the tramp. And then she closed the door. The tramp thought to himself, she is stingy. But ah, I have an idea that'll show her. And he took a nail from his shoe. Hello again. I have a magic nail that can make perfect soup with just a little water. Mmm, something for nothing. I like that.

Come in. She led him to a big pot of boiling water. Right this way, and here we are. Do you have a carrot or an onion that'll make the soup even better? How's this? Great. Have an onion? Um, hmm, pretty good. How about a little rice? Hey, that's enough. And how about some peas? Okay. Hey. How about a bone that you were going to throw to a dog? How's this T-bone? Great.

And, um, how about some beans? Oh, boy. Way in there. OK, here we are. And some meatloaf? Meatloaf? Meatloaf. Boy. The old lady went back to the table and started setting it. She put bread and milk on the table, and then the tramp and the old lady ate everything. Here's your spoon. I got one. Just think, the magic nail made all of this good soup. Yep, just from one magic nail.

If you have a play you've written, and you'd like to see it on television, send it to Zoom. Box 350, Boston Mess, Oh, two, one, three, four. 386, Fannie Dooley loves George C. Scott but hates actors. 387, Fannie Dooley loves gold diggers but hates prospectors. 388, Fannie Dooley loves bookworms but hates readers. 389, Fannie Dooley... Doom, doom, doom, doo-wa-zoom-doo. Doo-wa-zoom-doo, doo-wa-zoom-doo. My name is Frank Estabuck and my hobby is raising pigeons and entering them in contests. All the pigeons I own, though, they're the same breed. I raised Medinas, and there are about 150 other different breeds, just like dogs. You have all kinds of different breeds in dogs, which you do in pigeons, too. like i show them for contests and the judges at the contest they all have a standard so they

know what every bird should look like there's a stand for every one of them they judge how close your bird comes to being 100 perfect the judge will look for how bright his eyes are, the condition of him, how nice his feathers are, how red his feet are, how you put him up for show. They look for about every detail possible on him. So we try to breed birds that are as close to 100% perfect as possible. A prized bird doesn't come by accident. You select a certain male and a certain female and hope the baby squab is better than the parents. Every bird has a band on him, and we keep records, who the parents are, what his grandparents are, and so on, so we will know who he comes from, so you know what his background is.

After I decide which pair I'm going to mate, I put them in breeding cages and put the male in one cage and female in the other, and they'll get acquainted. Some people say the only way to tell a male from a female is the female will lay an egg. But there is another way to tell. The male will blow out his chest and fan out his tail and dance around in a circle. I think the best things I like about raising pigeons is learning about genetics and heredity and watching the parents raise the youngsters. If you're going to raise pigeons,

you might as well put it in your head right now that you're going to have to take care of them and change the water daily. You feed them what they'll eat. No more, no less. That's just like any other animal. You know, you've got to take care of it. Here, Mike, fill that up for me. Okay. My friend Mike raises pigeons, too, and sometimes we help each other take care of our pigeons. Especially before a show, because we want those birds in top condition. Mike, wanna see the new baby squab? Okay. That's a mean parent. He's gonna be a red because see how long that yellow stuff is on him? Yeah. That's what you call down. See the way he keeps going? Like that right there, he's doing that because he thinks I'm his mother. He's putting his beak in, thinking he'll get some food or something.

And that one was just born today? Yeah, he's no more than maybe five hours old. One time I had a bird. After he hatched, like, it wasn't as good as I thought it was going to be. But now he looks like he's going to be a real nice youngster because he's the best bird I've got so far. And he's a real nice one. 883. Fanny Dooley loves to be correct but hates to be right. 884, Fannie Dooley loves to be depressed but hates to be sad. 885, Fannie Dooley loves to be seen but hates to be noticed. 886, Fannie Dooley loves pressure but hates tension. 887, Fannie Dooley loves to be indoors but hates to be... I bought me a cat, my cat please me. Fed my cat on the yonder tree. My cat says feel I feed. I bought me a duck, my duck please me. I fed my duck on the yonder tree. My duck says, My cat says, I bought me a goose.

My goose, please me. I fed my goose on the under tree. My goose says, My duck says, My cat says, I bought me a hen. My hen, please me. I fed my hen on the under tree. My hen says, My goose says, My duck says, I bought me a cow, my cow placed me, I fed my cow on the yonder tree, my cow said moo moo, My pig says My hen says My goose says My duck says My cat says I bought me a horse My horse pleased me

I fed my horse on the under tree My horse says My cow says My pig says My hen says My goose says My duck says My cat says, feel like me. My wife says, honey, honey. My horse says, nay, nay. My cow says, moo, moo. My head says, clack, clack, clack. My cat says, clack, clack. My cat says, clack, clack. My cat says, feel like me. Now we're going to sing the song again, and you sing the animal sounds with us, okay? I bought me a cat, my cat pleased me, I fed my cat under yonder tree, my cat says fiddle I feed, I bought me a duck, my duck pleased me, I fed my duck under yonder tree, my duck said pram, pram, my cat says fiddle I feed, I bought me a goose, my goose pleased me,

I fed my goose and he armed a tree. My goose says, caw, caw. My duck says, cring, cring. My cat says, still I phosphorus. I bought my hand, my hand pleases me. I fed my hand and he armed a tree. My hand says, bo- quota-ety-dog. My goose says, gaw, caw. My duck says, cring, cring. My cat says, still I cartridge. I bought my egg, but he please me. I fed my baker's on a tree. My pig says, to your protein. My hen said . My goose said . My duck says . My cat says . I bought me a cow. My cow pleased me. I fed my cow and the under a tree. My cow said . My head says . My hen says . My duck says . My cat says .

My cat says . I'm going to be a horse, my horse please me. I fed my horse on the under tree. My horse says, nay, nay. My cow says, moo, moo. My pig says, haw, haw. My hen says, cock-a-lack, cock-a-lack. Boo says, quack, quack. My duck says, quack, quack. My cat says, fill, I pee. I'm going to be a wife, my wife please me. I fed my wife on the under tree. My wife says, honey, honey. My horse says, nay, nay. My cow says, move, move. My hen says, pop, pop, pop, pop. My hen says, pop, pop, pop. My hen says, pop, pop. My hen says, crank, crank. My cats will spill our day. And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. Number 1001. Fanny Dooley loves Fanny Dooley, but hates herself. Here's a letter from Jay Blotcher of Randolph, Massachusetts. Great show, but I don't think you should hold Fanny Dooley over for this season.

She's getting boring. And that's all the Fanny Dooley's there are. Are you still puzzled by Fanny Dooley? We're going to tell you the answer. Listen carefully as we sing the last verse of Fanny Dooley. F-A-N-N-E-E-D-O-O-N. LW. Golly, T, Betty, Julie. Now you've got a tolda to your B, B, B. For the answer is clear. It could not be better. All that you love has to have. Double letters. F-A-N-N-E-D-O-L-W

Double letters. Presentation of this program was made possible in part by a grant from General Foods Corporation

and by Public Television Stations. Thank you.