Friday, July 20, 2018

Frank McGrath - Charlie Wooster

One of the most lovable character actors from back in the days of television westerns was Frank McGrath, who played Charlie Wooster on the Wagon Train program. He served as the cook, and was one of our favorites when we were children.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Soldiers win battles; factories win wars

The war would be over, and he was wise enough to know the Confederacy could not win. They had the best riders, the best shots, and the most willing fighting men; but they did not have the factories, the mines, or the staying power the North had.

(from Under the Sweetwater Rim, by Louis L'Amour)

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

August

I believe I read that the July temperatures in Arkansas are slightly higher overall than those in August, but I believe that August is more trying, because by that time the long streak of brutally hot and humid days has begun to sap my vitality (what little remains).

Smell the roses

          "I could love this if it weren't for the circumstances," Belle commented. "I've never been so high before."
          "Love it anyway," Brian said. There are always dangers, even when you believe them to be far away. Man have lived with both danger and beauty from the beginning."
          "I did not know you were a philosopher."
          "Nothing of the kind. But when a man lives with a gun beside him, he comes to savor every moment if he has any sensitivity at all. The trouble is that most of us live in anticipation or in memory, never in the present moment. There must always be times like this when you just sit still and listen, feel, see. You live longer and live infinitely better."

(from Under the Sweetwater Rim, by Louis L'Amour)

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Cotten sounded like the disease

Actor Joseph Cotton just sounded like throat cancer. After you listened to him talk for about thirty seconds you marked him down as a chain smoker. Sure enough, in 1990 his larynx was removed due to cancer.









Monday, July 16, 2018

Stop him at any cost!

Once a man of the Hon. Galahad Threepwood's antecedents starts taking pen in hand and being reminded of amusing incidents that happened to my dear old friend So-and-So, you never know where he will stop; and all over England, among the more elderly of the nobility and gentry, something like a panic had been raging ever since the news of his literary activities had got about. From Sir Gregory Parsloe-Parsloe, of Matchingham Hall, to grey-headed pillars of Society in distant Cumberland and Kent, whole droves of respectable men who in their younger days had been rash enough to chum with the Hon Galahad were recalling past follies committed in his company and speculating agitatedly as to how good the old pest's memory was.

For Galahad in his day had been a notable lad about town. A beau sabreur of Romano's. A Pink 'Un. A Pelican. A crony of Hughie Drummond and Fatty Coleman; a brother-in-arms of the Shifter, the Pitcher, Peter Blobbs and the rest of an interesting but not strait-laced circle. Bookmakers had called him by his pet name, barmaids had simpered beneath his gallant chaff. He had heard the chimes at midnight. And when he had looked in at the old Gardenia, commissionaires had fought for the privilege of throwing him out. A man, in a word, who should never have been taught to write and who, if unhappily gifted with that ability, should have been restrained by Act of Parliament from writing Reminiscences.

(from Summer Lightning, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Sunday, July 15, 2018

A man of modest hopes

The ninth Earl was a man of few and simple ambitions. He had never desired to mould the destinies of the State, to frame its laws and make speeches in the House of Lords that would bring all the peers and bishops to their feet, whooping and waving their hats. All he yearned to do, by way of ensuring admittance to England's Hall of Fame, was to tend his prize sow, Empress of Blandings, so sedulously that for the second time in two consecutive years he would win the silver medal in the Fat Pigs class at the Shropshire Agricultural Show.

(from Summer Lightning, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Wellington's ugly cousin

"Torpid Wellington is my first cousin once removed, which everyone agrees wasn't often enough."

(from Fibber McGee and Molly)

Historical markers

One pervasive feature of the Texas highway system are the historical markers that are found regularly along the roads. It might be an interesting project sometime to undertake to read all of them. Of course, I do not know how many there are, so that might not be a realistic undertaking.