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Thursday, September 19, 2019

Sept. 19, 2019

|| || blurt, lowly, loaded, splint, "won"-dollar bills.
Image from the Internet.

The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.

11 comments:

Ol' Man Keith said...

Jack, the veteran cop, was renowned for his arrest record. Year after year he collared more suspects than anyone else in the precinct. The remarkable thing is that he caught most of his perps on the fly. He was a beat cop & proud of keeping himself so fit that the majority of those he bagged he literally chased down.
None of the younger police could match his speed. Ah, but now in his 40s he felt himself slowing down, and unknown to fellow officers he helped himself to the occasional amphetamine when he felt his energy flagging. He kept a secret supply of what he thought of as his "Run-collar" pills in his uniform shirt, right below his badge. He hoped these could help him make it to retirement before some young cop beat him--or a scumbag escaped.
~ OMK

OwenKL said...

There's a crisis in society, it's happening today.
From the lowly to the loaded there's a glaring gap in pay!
The top end won luck's lottery, the rest got the shaft.
Thinking there's equallity just shows that one is daft.

Politicians blurt out plans to end wealth abuse,
While we lowly peons moan, and wonder what's the use.
The road to billionaire-hood may be paved with dollar bills,
But no splint will serve to prop up poverty victims' ills.

OwenKL said...

Not one of my best poems, and it feels incomplete. But not a subject I'm that invested in. And that mirrors my experience with today's Jumble. I had to ask for 2(!) hints on the very ordinary third word, and another hint for the solution.

Ol' Man Keith said...

I think it a very good poem, Owen, but you are your own toughest critic.
The meter is strong, rollicking; the rhymes ring true, and the theme is current. "Billionaire-hood" is choice and to my eye foreshadows the kind of corny word-stretch that occurs in the solution.
~ OMK

Misty said...

I agree with Ol'Man Keith that today's is actually a very meaningful poem, Owen--thank you for that. As for the Jumble, I got it, I got it!
Got all four words without any problem, but couldn't get the solution even with the poem. But I kept looking at the letters and then it hit me! Yay!

Wilbur Charles said...

Yes, Misty, the second word popped out and left the other two.

I agree with Misty and OMK; very timely and well crafted poem. I had an Orlando pkup so I just finished the puzzles.

Did you all get the Picnic guy. I knew him but I couldn't name him without a few perps.

WC

Ol' Man Keith said...

W.C. ~ The "Picnic guy" used to teach in my department. It was just before my time. Few people know he had a short movie career. He wrote the screenplay for, and also appeared as the preacher in, the 1961 film Splendor in the Grass.
~ OMK

Misty said...

I got William I_ _ _ instantly, but ironically don't remember anything about "Picnic" even though I'm pretty sure I saw the movie. Well, that's what happens when decades and decades go by.

Ol' Man Keith said...

Psst....
Rhymes with Hinge.
~ OMK

Misty said...

Forgot to say I thought this was a wonderful cartoon here in color on the Jumble blog--not in my newspaper, where it's only a sketch. But the bright different colors everyone is wearing, and the different hairdos on everyone, and the bright green table with the multicolored discs--a real delight to see here.

Wilbur Charles said...

What an irony that with the relative freedom of the cinema in our time, a title like "Splendor in the Grass" got by the censors in 1961 but might have problems today.

Little anecdote. I had a SitG episode when I was 18*. Clothed but wearing shorts. Result: poison ivy. She was "somebody". So.... I wore long pants for a week so people including some very nosy types, wouldn't add 1 and 1 and catch onto how P got her poison ivy.

Ironically, one of those "types" noticed me wearing a Univ of Miami sweatshirt that I borrowed from P. It's a miracle I escaped the "ivy" escapade.

I wonder if females are guilty of the level of jealousy that males exhibit.

WC

*She was a very popular and much sought after 21 year old