WALKING STICKS MEET
October 9, 2011
Walking sticks meet to plan the overthrow of the loon.
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A SENTENCE BY JAMES CLAVELL
October 8, 2011
The gale tore at him and he felt its bite deep within and he knew that if they did not make landfall in three days they would all be dead.
The first sentence of the Prologue to Shogun, 1150 pages of tiny print. Will the loon be able to read the entire thing, and if so, will his eyesight be damaged beyond repair? Stay tuned.
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CARTOON FRIDAY 123
October 7, 2011
“All right, Mr. Smartypants. You and me. Noon tomorrow. Dance off in the gym.”
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SYLVIA SIDNEY KWIZ ANSWER
October 6, 2011
It’s ‘d’. Her card games were the stuff of legend, mythic, I tell you. Just to give you the general idea, nearby hospitals scheduled extra staff in advance. And brother, I ain’t kidding.
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THE SYLVIA SIDNEY KWIZ
October 5, 2011
To supplement her income during the Great Depression, Sylvia Sidney:
a. charged doctors for the use of her X-ray vision.
b. built art deco chicken coops.
c. punched cows on an Oklahoma cattle ranch between pictures.
d. invited Alfred Hitchcock, a notoriously bad card player, to her weekly all night poker games.
e. raised and raced bobolinks.
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DREAMING TO BE A SMALL CEZANNE
October 4, 2011
a small cezanne is lots of fun
a small cezanne is better than none
a small cezanne i’d like to be
and charge per view an exorbitant fee
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THE FRAIL MITTEN
October 2, 2011
The frail mitten, threadbare, a hole in her thumb, unraveling at the wrist, staggered through the black night cruelty of an ice storm. Collapsing against the door of an inn, she managed three feeble taps before fainting away to slide down a smooth path of delirium toward death. Fortunately, a burly wren hopping by noticed the mitten’s plight, picked her up, and shouldered the door open with brutal force.
“Hey, innkeeper! Soak this mitten in gin and hurry up about it,” snarled the burly wren.
“Say, keep your socks on, buddy, and close that door. Was you born in a barn?” offered the proprietor, a small, but feisty, hamster.
“Listen, pal, as a matter of fact, I was. Get me?” said the burly wren, slamming the door, leaping behind the bar, fetching a jug of gin, soaking the mitten therein.
“Thanks, I needed that,” whispered the grateful mitten, smiling her fetching smile for the first time in a long time.
“Say, kid, you’re all right,” said the wren.
“Who’s gonna pay for that?” asked the hamster in a none too friendly manner.
“You donated it, pal,” said the burly wren evenly, flexing both of his heavily muscled wings.
“Oh, yeah, so I did, so I did,” grinned the hamster, falling all over himself, so to speak.
And the burly wren and the frail mitten lived together happily for many years, and they lived together unhappily for a few years, too.
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A SENTENCE BY FRANK NORRIS
October 1, 2011
“Git oop, you mule you, hoop!”
From The Octopus, and no, it isn’t an octopus speaking, although that would have been far out, man.
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CARTOON FRIDAY 122
September 30, 2011
By this guy (grown old):
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