Today is the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who. As a long time “whovian” I had to give a nod to the television show, because it is sublime. If any of you are not familiar with this phenomenon, it is a BBC science fiction television series about a “time lord,” known as The Doctor. He travels in what looks like a blue police box called the TARDIS. The sound this time machine makes reminds me of a dragon coughing. Apparently in the early days the series didn’t have a lot of funds for special effects. However, I loved the old campy episodes with their low budget special effects.
“Doctor Who?” you might ask. My favorite Doctor has always been the fourth incarnation, Tom Baker. The late Jon Pertwee, the third Doctor, is dear to me as well. If you like vintage fashions from the early 1970’s you should take a look at some of those episodes.
If you need a refresher of where our 1920’s serial left off, go to the Three Things Serial page. So today I give you three things supplied by Provincial Lady that I have just taken the liberty of turning into…
Three Doctor Who Things
28. Sublime, Dragon, Funds
Boris leaned on Andy heavily as they boarded the yacht. As they got closer I noticed cuts and bruises on the faces of both men. Poor Mona looked like she didn’t know which way to turn. She was as conflicted as ever over the two men. She fluttered between them, trying to help both. Mr. Ringling sent for a doctor.
Countess Babikov sat back down looking like she was still a bit dizzy. I picked up the blanket Ringling had brought earlier and tucked it around her lap. Everything on the yacht was luxurious, even the blanket. It was soft to the touch and embroidered with a Chinese dragon. A thought suddenly popped into my mind — the bent key. It had some kind of design engraved on it, but it was distorted by the damage to the key. Could it have been a dragon?
The expression in Countess Bepa’s eyes was sublime as she looked at her grandson. Something seemed to have been settled between them just with that eye contact. She was gracious, despite her own injuries and calmly asked for introductions. By then all the Fabro boys were onboard as well.
“Pip dear, who are these fine young men?” she asked and I supplied all the “F” names of the Fabro brood.
They were all polite, even Andy. Our poor little Astronaute man, who was so sweet on Mona watched sadly as Mona tended a cut over the Russian’s eye. However, when I introduced him to John Ringling, his face lit up. I gave a glowing description of the science fiction stories Andy liked to write. The next thing I knew, Andy boldly pitched an idea to the circus magnate. I was stunned, because I had never heard of anything like what he described.
“It’s a kind of advertisement, Mr. Ringling. A very short film clip… of course staring Mona,” Andy said with a glance at the brunette and a blush. “It could be shown just before a film. Imagine this if you will… A young woman sits on a swing, day dreaming of performing on the trapeze at the circus. Then the film segues through a fog, and then shows a brief clip of one of your trapeze acts.”
Andy offered a bit of encouragement. “The funds required to produce it would be minimal.”
The circus millionaire gave Andy a blank look and I was half afraid he might throw Andy off the yacht. But then he tilted his head to one side, looked from Andy to Mona and pursed his lips as he studied the two.
“Oh, why not,” said Ringling. “Now that I have Bepa and Boris both safely onboard I’m ready to go back to Ca’ d’Zan. You could come with me and we’ll film this advertisement there,” he said. Then he spread his arms wide and added, “All of you could come. There’s plenty of room.”
You should have seen the look on Andy’s face!