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Showing posts with label Comedian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Comedian. Show all posts

Saturday, May 18, 2019

Mason Pryor

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The night that Mason Pryor was on Apollo, I wanted to hear his jokes all the way through. I wanted to get to know him as a comedian. When I saw Mason, I did not expect him to be exactly like his father, Richard Pryor. I believe that he had some stories to tell as well as jokes. Mason was telling some truth in his jokes, but the audience wanted to hear what was funny. Maybe he took a little too long to get to what was funny, and the audience wasn’t trying to hear him. So after Mason was booed, they called him back to the stage and gave him a second chance. The audience began to applaud after hearing him again.




Mason Pryor has his own way as a comedian. I believe he has a talent as a comedian that other comedians don’t have. You have to be patient and listen sometimes. That’s what Apollo has shown us by giving Mason a second chance. I believe that he has something new and different as a comedian.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Moms Mabley









Picture from Google images.


Article By Gail Nobles


Jackie “Moms Mabley was an African American comedian. Her birth name was Loretta Mary Aiken. She took her stage name Jackie Mabley from her boyfriend. Later she became known as “Moms”.  She was born in Brevard, North Carolina. Mabley was a very successful entertainer and earned $10,000 a week at Harlem’s Apollo Theater. Mabley could sing and told very funny jokes. She wore a house dress and a funny hat. Mabley performed with no teeth in her mouth. To me, her appearance went along well with her performance. Here are some of the funny things she would say………………


Moms Mabley: Let me tell you what happened to me in the good ole days. You couldn’t do nothing that you wanted to do. And you better not open your mouth. If you did, they would nock your brains out……………..If daddy said so, that was it. See, I wasn’t nothing’ but a child. Nothin’ but a child 14 going on 15 years old. And just as cute as I want to be. Hair hanging down my back. See, I’m half Indian, and the other half the beauty parlor takes care of that. And this ooooooooolllllllllllldddddddddd  dead, puny, molded man. I mean an old man. Santa Clause look like his son. He was older than his mother………………My daddy liked him. I had to marry that old man. My daddy should have married him. He the one liked him.