And He Looked Like the Marlboro Man
I was a militant non-smoker from the get-go. Way back before non-smoking laws were even a blip on the radar, I was asking people in supermarket checkout lines to please avoid getting smoke in my face. I argued against smoking at parties, reasoning that the smokers had an acceptable option, they could go outside for a few minutes and grab a ciggie. But my option was draconian, don't attend the party. But this transfat thing is threatening to get out of hand. I personally stay away from the stuff, but it seems to me if people want to clog their arteries and expand their waistlines, let 'em, it has no bearing on my health or comfort. What astonishes me is that New York City is leading the march. When the heck did New York City develop a health consciousness, for heaven's sake? New York is the capital of egg creams and chicken schmaltz!
posted by John M Crowther @ 7:39 AM
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I fear that every time John draws a new cartoon I have an instant association with something else. In this case, a memorable moment from the W.C. Field’s great classic “The Bank Dick.” In the film Fields, playing Egbert Sousé, the town drunk --should this blog not accept it, don’t forget there is an accent grave on the final “e”-- is at the Black Pussy Café talking to the bartender, Joe, played by that great artiste, Shemp Howard, one of the many Three Stooges in a non-Stoogish role. The dialogue goes:
Egbert Sousé: Was I in here last night and did I spend a twenty dollar bill?
Joe Guelpe: Yeah.
Egbert Sousé: Oh boy, what a load that is off my mind! I thought I'd lost it.
Now that's funny! Thanks, prof.
And as you can see, prof, this is a high-class blog (in my circle we spell it blogue). But.... the accents on Souse and cafe are aigu. One of the first things I learned in French class several decades ago was a mnemonic to help remember the difference between accents: /^\ (acute indigestion leads to the grave).
Love your association with something else, il professore. These are great tales of past years. John C, the two of you are getting way too educated for me. I can barely speak English, says she with a huge sigh. Lived in Germany for a few years in a village where little English was spoken, There I kept the locals enterained with my attempts at speaking German. When I would make my way to the local shop, the news would spread and all would crowd in to hear the latest from the crazy Scot who lived on the hill. A good time was had by all including me. Who needs TV when one has a crazy Scot to watch and listen to as they murder your language. I became a legend in my own time. By the way, love the W.C. Fields movies. Agree with you about the smoking, John C. Hate it. Great cartoon.
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