#Charles osgood

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CBS News:

Award-winning journalist Charles Osgood, who anchored "CBS Sunday Morning" for 22 years and was host of the long-running radio program "The Osgood File," died Tuesday at home in New Jersey.  He was 91.  The cause of death was dementia, his family said. Osgood, a gifted news writer, poet and author, spent 45 years at CBS News before retiring in September 2016. Osgood began anchoring "CBS Sunday Morning" in 1994. During his run on the show it reached its highest ratings levels in three decades, and three times earned the Daytime Emmy as Outstanding Morning Program.

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Often referred to as CBS News' poet-in-residence, Osgood was called "one of the last great broadcast writers" by Charles Kuralt, whom Osgood succeeded as host of the Sunday morning magazine program in 1994. But he did more than carry on a great American oral tradition; he could also play piano, organ, banjo, violin, and was an accomplished composer and lyricist who could also sing along. He employed his many talents inside and outside CBS, sometimes performing with professional orchestras such as The New York Pops, The Boston Pops and The Mormon Tabernacle Choir. 

"To say there's no one like Charles Osgood is an understatement," said "Sunday Morning" executive producer Rand Morrison. "He embodied the heart and soul of 'Sunday Morning.' His signature bow tie, his poetry … just his presence was special for the audience, and for those of us who worked with him. At the piano, Charlie put our lives to music. Truly, he was one of a kind – in every sense."  Veteran broadcaster Jane Pauley, who succeeded Osgood as host of "Sunday Morning" in 2016, said, "Watching him at work was a masterclass in communicating. I'll still think to myself, 'How would Charlie say it?', trying to capture the elusive warmth and intelligence of his voice and delivery. I expect I'll go on trying. He was one of the best broadcast stylists and one of the last. His style was so natural and unaffected it communicated his authenticity. He connected with people. Watching him  on TV, or listening on the radio, as I did for years, was to feel like you knew him, and he knew you. He brought a unique sensibility, curiosity and his trademark whimsy to 'Sunday Morning,' and it endures."

Former CBS Sunday Morning host Charles Osgood passed away at 91.

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R.I.P. Charles Osgood

[20th-century-personalities]

Charles Osgood in the WCBS Radio studio in New York in 1967. Radio was his passion, so much so that he closed his TV broadcasts by saying, “See you on the radio.”CBS, via Getty Images

Mr. Osgood went to Fordham University, where, he later said, he spent more time at the campus radio station than in class. His first job after he graduated in 1954, with a degree in economics, was as a radio announcer at a classical-music station, WGMS in Washington, D.C. (the call letters stood for “Washington’s good music station”). Realizing that he might be drafted, he applied to be the announcer for the U.S. Army Band at Fort Myer, in Arlington, Va., and got the job, which he held from 1955 to 1958.

He briefly broadcast to an audience of one. After President Dwight D. Eisenhower had a heart attack in 1955, Mr. Osgood was recruited to be the president’s personal disc jockey. “I was put into a studio with a stack of records that had all been chosen as his favorites,” he said, “and I spent most of the day playing records for Eisenhower.”

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[saturdaynightlivedork]

In tribute to the CBS Sunday Morning host Charles Osgood, I’m sharing this story I wrote in the fall of 2018, asking where an elephant got his name.

The Emma with the Dilemma

Hello, and how are you? How are you today?

I send you this letter, for I have to say,

That I send you this letter to ask something great

I'm on pins and needles; oh, I cannot wait.

Marvin K. Mooney and Gertrude McFuzz,

They’d both be surprised at how happy I was.

I feel as glad as the Cat in the Hat,

I must ask you a question, a good one at that.

Now I know you will mark this letter as spam

Quicker than one can say “Green Eggs and Ham”—

But hear me out on this, oh, please do not fail

To listen to all of this mystical tale.

Not much long ago, in the Land of the Prowds,

There was a young maiden, her head in the clouds.

This young maiden (named Emma McRosebud McGlews)

Had her heart wholly taken by men of the news.

Walter Cronkite made her heart go quite crazy!

She’d swoon and she’d sigh at John Cameron Swayze!

She hopped up and down just as if there were bees in her

When she laid her eyes on the late Harry Reasoner.

And last, but not least, there was one more to mention.

A man who had captured her beyond comprehension.

Born on January eighth, nineteen thirty-three,

He was as wondrous as wondrous could be.

Well, he still is wondrous, since he’s still alive.

(Last January, he happened to turn eighty-five.)

He made it a great day, he made it a fun day,

When he’d saunter by every morning of Sunday.

The sun would be shining, a smile on its face,

And all would be right with the world, everyplace.

He had a sweet smile, and also brown eyes,

And, also, of course, quite a thing for bow ties.

But something else also chased off the blues,

From the mind of our Emma McRosebud McGlews,

You see, she loved beasts: beasts big and beasts small,

Beasts fat and beasts thin, beasts short and beasts tall.

She especially had a soft spot in her heart

For the great elephant, and it's not a small part.

She knew of one elephant who babysat

For a little bird egg, and not only that;

This elephant also saved all the Whos,

Which has earned him respect from our dear Miss McGlews.

But he’s not her most favorite elephant ever;

Not the reason for Emma's question most clever;

No, here is the reason I tell you this story:

She wants to ask you folks a question of glory:

On the sixteenth of August, nineteen ninety-nine,

There was born a great big baby boy, oh so fine,

Thirty-nine inches tall, forty-three long,

And two-hundred-fifty pounds, healthy and strong.

His father was Charlie—now this is a dilemma—

You see, this baby boy’s mom’s name was, too, Emma.

But that’s not the wonderful, magical part

(Though it's an amusing and cute little start);

'Tis the tip of the iceberg, yes, it is a joy;

But it's not the best thing about this baby boy.

This baby boy, he had nothing to lose,

At least not to Emma McRosebud McGlews...

He did not get his name immediately;

For there was a poll ‘twas conducted, you see.

Five names in the running, five names did begin;

But obviously, only one name could win.

“Barnum” and “Boomer” and “Webster” and “Petey” –

All were considered for this little sweetie.

But none of these four came out victorious.

No, he got the other name, which was much more glorious.

It brought to mind Sunday morn on CBS,

His name was "Osgood"—she has to confess.

Now, he might have been named for a clown known as Scott,

Who flew in the air in a sinister plot.

Scott Osgood toured with them two decades ago,

But he might be the reason, this Emma does know.

But a small part of Emma still has happy hope,

Gladder than soap back again with its rope,

That this handsome prince of great wisdom and size

Got his name from the man with the lovely bow ties,

Born on January eighth, nineteen thirty-three,

In the bitter, cold Bronx borough of NYC,

The bringer of joy and the fighter for good,

The wonderful man they call Charles Osgood Wood.

Now you know what has enchanted her so;

Now Emma must ask you, oh, Emma must know.

Did Osgood the elephant, of wisdom and size,

Get his name from the man with the lovely bow ties?

If he did, that’s so lovely; if not, that’s OK.

If you tell her, we know you will make Emma’s day.

[lucifer-kane]

Shocking to no one who might know me, Charles instantly became my favorite from Radio: Outcast <3

[samuel-laurence-art]

I am a man full of surprises. During a brief tour through Boston I drank cacao wine with a ballet dancer from Berlin. He was quite adept. Classically trained, no doubt. The hotel lobby proved an ample space to demonstrate his talents.

(listing off) Butterfly, Grand Battement en Rond, seven or eight Double Tours, oh, it was quite a marvel. Then he asked for my own demonstration, if I had any.

Of course, I'd only learned from the ballroom peripheries. But an attempt, I did make. I managed one plie and a saute before my limbs quarreled. He found my initial attempts charming enough to provide some lessons.

One day off of finishing Radio: Outcast and I can’t stop thinking about Charles and his time with the ballet dancer

[lionofchaeronea]

Portrait of a Young Girl in a Red Chair, Charles Osgood (1809-1890)

[fearlesslilarose]

Oh man, I'm wondering if I should write fanfics about radio: outcast (It's been a hot minute since I last listened it). There is nothing for this fandom yet, so I thought "Why not?" but I don't know what to write and I'm full with other writting projects (the quirks of being a writer). So if any of you have an idea or just a *vibe* for a fic I could write that would be so cool. I usually write AUs and hurt/comfort stories. I'm so excited for season 2!

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RIP Charles Osgood :(

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I heard today that Charles Osgood died. That made me think of CBS Sunday Morning which was a staple of our home's weekly TV watching in the 1980s and after. And that made me think of Charles Kuralt, which led me to this clip of Kuralt handing the reins of Sunday morning to Osgood back in 1994 (with a gentle dig about Osgood's habit of "committing poetry.")

After watching that clip I thought of "On The Road", Kuralt's recurring segment on the CBS Evening News. I soon stumbled on this retrospective piece from several years ago:

It quotes Kuralt as saying, "Despite the negative headlines, the backroads connect up a country that still seems rather fine and strong and enduring."

I couldn't help but wonder what Kuralt would think if he saw those roads lined with Trump signs as they surely will be this coming election year. Would he feel the same way about the people there, knowing that they actively support a man who is the antithesis of decency? I imagine it would make him rather sad.

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Gretel & Hansel (2020) dir Oz Perkins

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Scream Factory has revealed the specs for its Gretel & Hansel 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray, which releases on May 21 via Scream Factory. The 2020 dark fantasy horror film is based on the Brothers Grimm fairy tale.

Oz Perkins (The Blackcoat’s Daughter, Longlegs) directs from a script by Rob Hayes. Sophia Lillis, Samuel Leakey, Charles Babalola, Jessica De Gouw, and Alice Krige star.

Gretel & Hansel is presented in 4K from the original master with Dolby Vision. Special features are listed below.

Disc 1 - 4K UHD

Audio commentary by director Osgood Perkins (new)

Audio commentary by horror historian Rebekah McKendry (new)

Disc 2 - Blu-ray:

Audio commentary by director Osgood Perkins (new)

Audio commentary by horror historian Rebekah McKendry (new)

Interview with production designer Jeremy Reed (new)

Storybook featurette

Gretel featurette

New Tale featurette

Witchcraft featurette

A long time ago in a distant fairy-tale countryside, a young girl leads her little brother into a dark wood in a desperate search for food and work, only to find a nexus of relentless evil.

Pre-order Gretel & Hansel.

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Gretel & Hansel | Oz Perkins | 2020

Charles Babalola, Samuel Leakey, Sophia Lillis