Shemp Howard has a special problem today.
He receives an inheritance from his Uncle Caleb who passed away.
One condition exists that does not seem too funny:
Shemp must prove he's married before he gets the money.
In the legal document, there is a strange codicil:
The stooge has to get married within 48 hours of the will.
He has proposed to women who all think he's a creep.
This seems like a mountain to climb that is too steep.
Shemp meets Miss Hopkins who mistakes him for Cousin Basil.
Miss Hopkins gives Shemp a beating that is just brutal.
Along comes Shemp's student who nobody thinks is choice.
Miss Dinkelmeyer is not good looking, and has a terrible voice.
If you wonder what the conclusion of this episode will be:
Get the video and have a look-see.
Based on the 1947 Columbia Pictures short subject "Brideless Groom" starring the Three Stooges.
Education is life.
I want it but I can't.
It is my need.
Alternative learning I did.
I am called immigrant.
Oftentimes stateless.
I am trapped of nation-state.
When it was borderless.
Now in a boundary.
In history only we exist.
I am never free.
Never tied but trapped.
I want to sing.
Want to smile
Like others
Want to walk freely.
But I have no legal document.
I have only paper.
I am sometimes called refugees.
War and war
Never in peace
Because of tricks.
Politics and greed.
I am hopelessly drained.
But I want to put hope in life.
I want to live life like real life.
Not a fake life.
Doing fake smiles
Fake happiness.
I have kept it my heart.
But I don't want to hate.
I love peace.
I love to love.
I hug my self
And I scream.
I am finally free.
I now can read
Write and count.
Thank my God!
Lahad Datu.
Dam Road Area.
I love you reading.
Layag Sug!
From this steeple,
I can watch you zigzag
Unconditionally,
Following your own paths,
Building your own bridges,
Paving your own roads,
And I know that God is watching
From every angle.
I find sweetness in the tartness
Of life among solemn peasants
Who safeguard their own incompetence,
Produced by their own selves.
When God shouts upon deaf ears
It is somewhat frivolous,
Yet I relish time bestowed upon us
In light, restored by the effects
Of His deflection against evil.
I am rewarded the wealthiest of vantages,
The freshest drops of rain,
The cool winds on a summer's day
And the admiration of passersby
Who dote upon the base of my design.
Still, many of you fail to recognize
The cause of my existence.
Sculpted by a man
You probably do not know,
Erected by an architect
Who signed a legal document,
I am a cost for your society.
You put your change in a bucket.
This is not the house of God - You are.
This house is your ongoing struggle with recognition.
This is where you come for solace and Bingo.
This house has been both glorified and corrupted
In vein
For far too long.