March 8, 2006
There are days, I must admit, when doing this column seems more of a chore than a joy, which is what it was supposed to be. Then someone is kind enough to say something or write something that is priceless to me, and then I know that the original intent is still there. One of the most respected copy readers in Oklahoma recently took time to address those very feelings, and that is all it took. This individual is part of a tandem writing team, and just knowing they approved of these humble efforts is enough to make it all seem worthwhile. The individual, who must remain anonymous, also expressed interest in the capricious Jane of the Journal, who used to work on this effort when I started out in 1941, and because of that request you can expect to see more about Jane, who now lives in San Francisco. But first, here's a contribution from another longtime friend. Hope you like it as much as I did.
I miss those made-up marketing words that were meant to sound modern and now sound so retro. Words like "DynaFlow" and "Electrolux" Introducing the 1963 Admiral TV, now with "SpectraVision!"
Food for thoughtóWas there a telethon that wiped out lumbago? Nobody complains of that anymore. Maybe that's what castor oil cured, because I never hear mothers threatening their kids with castor oil anymore.
Some words aren't gone, but are definitely on the endangered list. The one that grieves me most is "supper." Now everybody says "dinner." Save a great word. Invite someone to supper. Discuss fender skirts.
Someone forwarded this to me. I thought some of us of a "certain age" would remember most of these.
Fidel Castro dies and goes to heaven. When he gets there, St. Peter tells him that he is not on the list and that no way, no how, does he belong in heaven. Fidel must go to hell.
So Fidel goes to hell where Satan gives him a hearty welcome and tells him to make himself at home.
Then Fidel notices that he left his luggage in heaven and goes and tells Satan, who says, "No hay problema. I'll go send a couple of little devils to get your stuff."
When the 'little devils' get to heaven, they find the gates are locked because St. Peter is having lunch. They start debating what to do. Finally, one comes up with the idea they should go over the wall and get the luggage themselves.
As they are climbing the wall, two little angels see them, and one angel says to the other, "My goodness! Fidel has been in hell no more than ten minutes, and already we're getting refugees!"