ZOOM, Series I; 231

I'm Edith. I'm Luis. I'm Laurie. My name's Danny. I'm Bernadette. I'm Leon. My name's Neil. 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 Come on, give it a try We're gonna show you just why We're gonna teach you to fly high Come on and zoom It's time to roll out the barrels.

Here's a Zoom barrel sent to you by Heather Carlson of Durham, New Hampshire. We have an idea for the Zoom barrel. Take a curdle of popcorn and put it in on your shoulder. Now try to get it off your shoulder and into your mouth just by using your tongue. Try it. And to find out what's inside today. Tongue. Using your tongue. Using your tongue. You can't pretend. Hug the head. Oh, look. Oh, goodness. Good one, Dan. All right. I can't do it. You can do it.

Try. Try. Try. Try. Look it straight in the eye. Come on. It's good. Put your shoulder up. Hey! That's good. So... All right, I got a big little head. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Shoulder. Head and shoulders. I don't know. Put your head down. Put your shoulder up. That too. You got it. Okay. Come on, let us stick. Oh, yeah. Stick that top. I'm not ready yet. That's a long tongue. Oh, that is so long. Goodbye, Leon. Oh, that's a long tongue. Come on, Lily. If you do this, yeah, everybody's a winner.

Come on. Here's a doodle sent in by Valerie Lyne of Franklin Park, Illinois. Can you guess what this is? What is it? It's a highway for grasshoppers. I'm Pam Patterson. I've been swimming for three years, and I practice two times a day and once on the weekend. kids at school sometimes ask me why do you go swimming in the morning get up at five o'clock

i just say because i like it all right we're going to go out and work on your backstroke drill now and uh you know the one we were using last week let's start out with your right arm and come back with your left and work with both arms and be sure don game was my coach he came from california He was the coach of the men's Olympic team in 1972. And I work out with him in the morning and sometimes in the afternoons. Don Gamble is working on my backstroke. That's my slowest stroke. Listen, your toes aren't coming up quite to the top. Now, stop just shaking your legs and get a kick to them. So, you know, one, two, three, four, five, six. Maybe the problem is that I'm not getting my arms far enough out. No, I think it probably is the arm that you're not using is overreaching just a little behind your head. Try to hold that arm out as straight as possible. Don't let it bend.

All right, that's much better. In the backstroke, you have to lay on your back and put your arms going over your head just like the crawl. and kick your feet, and your feet kind of get lazy from staying up there. The breaststroke is a very relaxing stroke. It's kind of slow, and I don't like to do it because I like to go fast. The butterfly is a really hard stroke to do because it takes a lot of strength out of you. All right, let me have your attention now. You're going to start off with a thousand kicks. The name of our team is New England Barracudas. We're practicing to make standards in the Nationals

and hopefully to go to the Olympics. Any stroke you want now with a lot of quality. With the pulling drill, you put mini bike tubes around your legs, and that makes it so your legs can't kick, and paddles on your hands, and that makes it easier to pull and improves your stroke. Ten seconds between fifties. All right, first two. Ready, go. Ready, go. In workouts in the afternoon, you have to work really hard. You're racing against older people. The most I've gone in the afternoon is 280 laps. That equals about four miles. How many more do we have? I don't know. Do you know how many more we have? Five more. Let's line up according to height.

Tall people are here, short people down there. In our practice, sometimes we have races just to see how we're doing against the team members. One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two. Take your mark. Go! Sometimes when I swim the water is really nice and I feel real loose and I just feel It's like plopping my arms in the water and swimming lap after lap.

Uh, to meet this weekend now at Pawtucket, you've got a chance to see how this is going to pay off. If you'll concentrate this weekend now on your stroke and work the rest of the week in practice on your splits, just work against the clock on them. I think you can win. Let's get back in and get to work now. yes hello leon yes can you do me a favor sure well i smashed my fingers in the football game

today and i have to go to a party it's going to be very painful shaking everybody's hand So, can you lend me a hand? Who's this? Louie. Oh, oh, sure, man, yeah. Okay. Bye. Meet you in five minutes. Okay. All right, bye. See ya. All right, you know what to do. Hey, Louie, I'm glad you could make it. Bye. And I heard you made the most scores on all the football teams? Yeah. Good work. Keep it up. Leo, how you been? Hey, how are you? Good. It's been a long time since I last saw you. Yeah, put it there. All right, keep it up. Oh, Louie, I heard you made the most scores on the football team. Oh, and you made a lot of passes, too.

Oh, Louie, you're so great at the football team. I think you really were. Hi, Louie. I'm so happy for you. I got a ticket. You were so good. Oh, thank you. Goodbye, Louie. Bye. Oh, Louie, I'm sorry you have to go, but, you know, it's like this. But we'll be having more parties, so maybe the next time you can come and stay longer, okay? Right. Okay, thanks for coming. All right, you know, I'm kind of tired. You know, I have to go home and take a rest. Well, keep up the good work. Bye, everybody. I'll see you again. Bye. Man, we pulled that off good. Yeah, we sure did. Put it there! Dear Zoom, I've made up a poem. A poem can sing, a poem can ring,

a poem can do most anything a poem is a thought that means a lot to the person who wrote the thought a poem can do something a poem can say something that means a lot to someone a poem to the reader can be something eager or something very meager a poem can be meager and still be eager to another reader a poem to the hearer can be something weirder to the reader than to the hearer. This was sent in by Sherry Rowland of Cocoa, Florida. Dears, I wrote a poem, and here it is. There's a little flower growing in a flower bed. I really want to pick it, but I want it to grow instead. How will it ever grow with all the pollution? I'll never know. Sent in by Anna Cronfield of Far Rockway, New York. No longer home. They are going to strip for coal. I wonder if the earth has a soul.

They are going to push down every tree. The birds will have to fly away, you see. They are going to push big holes. I wonder what will happen to the moles. In the streams, the water is black. None of the fish are coming back. The men, machines, and trucks have gone. For the animals, it's no longer home. sent in by Rita K. Black of Hantsville, Alabama. If I were reborn, sent in by Mary Ellen Dollard of Fall River, Mass. If I were reborn, I might be a fawn, maybe a tree, or just a green pea, an iris setter, or a Zoom letter, maybe some snow. Gee, I don't know. That's really good. here's a poem sent in by lisa whalen of pittsburgh pennsylvania the dogs the dogs i know have lots of shapes and sizes some are big and some are small and some don't have any shape at all

that's cute here's a dude to sing them by bill kirch of brookfield wisconsin can you guess what this is? What is it? It's two elephants playing ball in the zoo. Pam Footmore of St. Petersburg, Florida and Anthony Miller of Chicago, Illinois sent us this game idea. See how long it takes you to move five ice cubes from one bowl to another by just using two toothpicks to carry them. The bowls must be two feet apart. Good luck. Go, Edith. Good girl. Come on, Edith. Let's go. Oh, Edith. Pick it up, Edith. Pick it up. Hurry.

Don't go, oh, don't, take your time. Good girl, come on. Come on, come on. Edith, don't be in such a hurry. Don't be in such a hurry. Don't be in such a hurry. Stick your toothpicks in. Edith, come on, come on. Way ahead of Leon, don't hurry. Into the ice, stick them into the ice. No, she can't. It's very hard. Come on, Leon. Uh-uh. Cover my bun, love your bun. Come on, Edith. Come on, Edith. Come on, Edith. Come on, Edith. Come on, Edith. Come on, Edith. Come on, Edith. Come on, Edith. It's our last one. It's a tie for the first place. Don't worry. And, and... Yay! Good girl. The Line, sent in by Cheryl Jacobs of Newton, Mass. Long ago, in a far-off place, there lived a line. He lived all alone and enjoyed himself during the day

by twisting himself into words and reading himself or pretending to be a garbage can and fooling pedestrians. One day, when the lion heard of a nearby hopsicot concert, he went for a walk to see it. Whenever he passed someone, they mistook him for a Boy Scout. Harold, what is that thing? Don't be alarmed, Millicent. It's only a passing Boy Scout. With a tail? Hmm, shall we go? By mistake, the lion walked into a monster show where they were having an ugly monster contest. There were white monsters, black monsters, polka-dotted ones, round ones, flying monsters, and even a two-headed monster. They each proudly said that all the others were pretty and that they were the only truly ugly ones. The lion crouched in a corner. Suddenly, the monsters saw him. They gathered around and stared at him. He was very embarrassed.

One said, You're ugly, too. You sure are. Said another. Then they started to whisper. Finally, they all went over to see him and said, You win first prize! And they hugged him. Monsters don't kiss. The line thanked them all. He was so happy. He had so many new friends. And then he went home. The end. Here's a doodle sent in by Kevin Berry off Tewksbury, Mass. Can you guess what it is? What is it? It's ants carrying a hot dog. I live in Chuchas New Mexico. Chuchas is big and it's pretty. Right outside my house I

can see mountains. I'm Sylvia Trujillo. My family have lived in Chuchas for many years and my father came from Chimaya, which is a town nearby. Most of the people that live here are in Spanish. You can fill tortillas with beans, with meat, chili, and other things.

You can even make a pizza out of a tortilla. We have them for breakfast and for lunch and for dinner. We eat tortillas all the time. My dad has a weaving shop in Trusha. My father started to weave when he was 13. He learned from his parents. He didn't really

taught me that much, but just a little bit. I learned by myself. I really like to weep because of the colors, they're so pretty and everything. Eike and Darlene are my best friends. I tell them secrets and we play all sorts of games when they come over. And let me do another one. My dad taught me to play a game called the grocery store.

It's like shakers and tic-tac-toe. Y nomás cenitas, un cartón, frifole y haba, y una amiga o amigo. I'm going to get you. I won. Junior. Benji. Gerald. Harvey. Erin! She's Harvey! She's Harvey! She's Harvey! She's Harvey! She's Harvey! In the school, we play a game that is Spanish. It's called the church. It's like baseball and soccer, but it's something like that.

We play the Ilesias after school. It's fun because you run from one base to the other and you kick the ball. And you can throw the ball to somebody and hit someone. Here's a doodle sent in by the Resh Kids of Carroll Stream, Illinois. Can you guess what it is?

What is it? It's a frightened mop. Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning. No one could be sweeter than my sweetie when I meet her in the morning We're the morning glories twine around the door Whispering pretty stories we love to hear once more We love to hear once more strolling with my girly In the morning

Butterflies all flutter up And kiss each little buttercup At dawning Kiss each buttercup If I had Aladdin's end for only a day I'd make a wish And here's what I'd say Nothing could be funner Than to be in Carolina In the morning Carolina, Carolina At last I caught you on the map With a new tune, funny blue tune With a peculiar snap You'll not be able to frook or swing Walk or poke or even sing But if you have itching in your feet You can dance this beat for a fancy treat Charleston, Charleston Lady Carolina Some dance, some cringe I say there's nothing funer than the Charleston Charleston, man, I get cringe, man

Every step you do, gives you something new Man, I'm telling you, like a cockatoo Popcorn, my friends, they're really a bummer But the Charleston, the old Charleston That dance is surely a comer Sometimes, you're all dancing quite a time The band's called the Charleston, made in South Carolina. If I had a Latin slam for only a day

I'd make a wish, and here's what I'd say Nothing could be funner than to be a Carolina in the morning Girls dancing one time, the next call the Charleston It's up here and good morning, friends. the bell that's your success well you write it all down with your name and address because you still got a sentence of zoom why zoom c double o m box three five o boston max oh two one three four

sentence of zoom we're gonna zoom zoom zoom my zoom come on and zoom my zoom my zoom my zoom come on give it a try This program was produced by NPAC, a division of GWETA, which is solely responsible for its content.