You're listening to The Dollop. This is a bi-weekly American History Podcast each week.

I read a story to my friend, Gareth Reynolds, who has no idea what the topic is going to

be about. Hey, hi. Good to see you. You don't know? I don't. You don't? No idea. You don't

know. I have no idea. What you've got on your little thing there, your little tablet,

sticky. You don't know. I don't know what is on there. God, you want to look here to do? I'll do

one thought. People say this is funny. Not Gary, Gareth. Dave, okay. Someone or something is tickling

people. Is it far fun? And this is not going to come to tickle you, Clotcot. Yeah. You are

Queen Faking of Eight Up Town. All hail Queen Shit of Liesville. A bunch of religious virgins go to

Mingle and do what? I can't eat. No. I see, done my friend. No. No.

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1934.

Is Mark coming? I should let that hang this. Victor Bronco was born in Oakland. He was a son of a Black

jazz pianist and a Jewish woman. A controversial couple. Classic pairing. Yeah. Just like your

classic. You've heard it a million times. The typical 30s, 1930s couple. Oh, what do you think? They

got stairs. He said he was the neighborhood punching bag because he was quote a fat, smart-ass Jewish

kid. And because I use multiple syllabic words and my parents were intellectuals. That's not why. Wait,

wait, wait, wait. He was a Jew. He was half Jewish and half black. Half Jewish, half black. And so he's

saying he got punched because he was Jewish because he had a good vocabulary, a large vocabulary, not

because he was half black and half Jewish. Yeah. He was sent from one grammar school to another.

I just made a try. I started this because it seemed like I didn't remember. Okay. Are you okay?

He went to a school for what he called exceptional children. Sure. Is he shining a turd?

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