Saturday, August 27, 2016

In short, squashed

I have spoken earlier of the tendency of the spirit of the Woosters to rise when crushed to earth, but there is a limit, and this limit had now been reached. At these frightful words, the spirit of the Woosters felt as if it had been sat on by an elephant. And not one of your steamlined, schoolgirl-figured elephants, either. A big, fat one.

(from The Mating Season, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Friday, August 26, 2016

La Boheme - again

For the third time since I got satellite radio in my car, I got to listen to the last scene of La Boheme as I was riding to work. This time it was from 1952, with Licia Albanese and Giuseppe Di Stefano in the lead roles.

"Poor folks got poor ways"

So often young couples  starting out in marriage have a hard time making it financially. There is nothing wrong with that. It teaches them how to make it on just a little, draws them together, etc. But what happens too often is that young couples want to start off where their parents finished. They forget that poor folks can't live like rich folks - and stay solvent.

Thursday, August 25, 2016


We are no longer a very expressive people, in contrast to our European forebears. "Yestreen" means "last night" or "yesterday evening." Might even make an interesting girl's name, what?

Why wouldn't my watch have a second hand?

It's a secondhand watch.

(Mortimer Snerd, on the Edgar Bergen radio show)

Public policy affects names

We used to eat boysenberry pie. But of course, now that we must recognize gender equality, we have to eat personsenberry pie.

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"Surprised detective might as well clutch iron ball and dive in lake."

(Charlie Chan in The Shanghai Chest)

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Hats and headrests

One of the blows to the habit of wearing dress hats are the headrests that are mandatory in cars today. With a bill in the back, it is difficult to wear hats while driving, and unless you spend a lot of time outdoors, it is just not worth the trouble. So, ball caps have replaced hats.

Unique odor

It was one of those mid-Victorian jobs in glazed red brick which always seem to bob up in these olde-world hamlets and do so much to encourage the drift to the towns. Its interior, like those of all the joints of its kind I've ever some across, was dingy and fuggy and smelled in about equal proportions of apples, chalk, damp plaster, Boy Scouts and the sturdy English peasantry.

(from The Mating Season, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

McLaglen the boxer

Movie fans know of his famous battle with John Wayne in The Quiet Man, but perhaps not all of them know that Victor McLaglen was a real-life boxer and wrestler before he entered the field of acting. In fact, in 1918 he was the heavyweight champion of the British Army.

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Deliver us from well-meaning people

          My heart stood still. I clutched at the windscreen for support, and what-whatted.
          "The great thing to remember, the thing to bear in mind and keep the attention fixed on, is that he meant well."
          My heart stood stiller. In your walks about London you will sometimes see bent, haggard figures that look as if they had recently been caught in some powerful machinery. They are those fellows who got mixed up with Catsmeat when he was meaning well.

(from The Mating Season, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Monday, August 22, 2016

No eating and running here

Instead of the ordinary dinner, a regular binge had been arranged, with guests from all over the countryside. No fewer than ten of Hampshire's more prominent stiffs had been summoned to the trough, and they stuck on like limpets long after any competent chucker-out would have bounced them. No doubt, if you have gone to the sweat of driving twenty miles to a house to dine, you don't feel like just snatching a chop and dashing off.

(from The Mating Season, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Tough aunts

"It's the old dragon gag. In the days when knights were bold, as you probably know, girls used to hound fellows into going out and fighting dragons. I expect your old pal Childe Roland had it happen to him a dozen times. But dragons are one thing and aunts are another. I have no doubt that Esmond Haddock would spring to the task of taking on a fire-breathing dragons, but there isn't the remotest chance of him ever standing up to Dame Daphne Winkworth, and the Misses Charlotte, Emmeline, Harriet and Myrtle Deverill and making them play ball."

(from The Mating Game, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)