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Friday, June 19, 2020

June 19, 2020

|| || quart, style, choosy, strewn, noteworthy.
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.

17 comments:

Wilbur Charles said...

FLN: Misty, there were two 55-63 era songs in that poem.

One detail? OMK, methinks it may have been a certain xword staple, sometimes abbreviated.

One "Sport" that my left-handedness was an advantage was pugel sticks. Since the idea was a simulation of holding a rifle, one held the stick with the left hand towards the top much like a left-handed batter holding the bat.

There's at least one other 50s song I'm trying to remember about teens desperately in love and no one understands them.

The CC crowd would have it in a jiffy.

WC

* One Pugel stick bout did not end happily. I actually wrote about the experience for a writing club I joined. Unfortunately, my first draft sounded braggadocio. I was trying to inject a note of pathos.

I'll see if that tale is in my archives. I'm getting Jumble fever thinking about it

WC

OwenKL said...

Choosy mothers choose GIF.
Or maybe J-PEG. What's the dif?
Either way, your photographs
Show your style, if just for laughs!

Need a subject for a still-life?
How about after-breakfast strife?
The counter strewn with cereal bowls,
A quart of milk, half-eaten rolls.

It's not some flowers in a vase,
Nor a pond that lilies lace.
But it still might be noteworthy,
"Postprandial, A.M. Eight-Thirty".

Ol' Man Keith said...

Unless more states make it possible for citizens to use mail-in ballots, millions will have to make that tedious (and dangerous) vote journey to their polling stations in November and, given state and local governments' penchant for tacking on extra races, measures, and propositions, they will face a complicated, bloat, wordy ticket when they get there.
~ OMK

Ol' Man Keith said...

And...
Ancient Britons painted their bodies for battle. It was said to give them great courage. History records it as the WNE, the Woad-Nervy Effect.
~ OMK

Ol' Man Keith said...

Wilbur ~ "Jumble fever"? That's good! Jumble fever is good!!

I am afraid I don't follow your tease about the "certain xword staple." I tried, but I am that dense.
Another clue, please.

Owen ~ A worthy subject for a hyper-realist artist. Well set out in words...
But it would seem some fellow breakfasters have neglected to bus their dishes.
~ OMK

Wilbur Charles said...

OMK, I was referring to the parental "OKAY". Sometimes abbreviated as "ok'd", "oks".

WC

Sandyanon said...

Love your poem, Owen. And I really liked last night's story, Wilbur.

The jumble clues were easy, but I had to to think for a second on the solution.

Happy Juneteenth!

Misty said...

I zipped through this Jumble, getting all four words instantly, and the solution also at once, without having to play around with letters. Great fun, and I never heard the story about Einstein's memos, so the cartoon was illuminating for me.

Then came to the blog, and, boy, was Ol'Man Keith in good form, with gloss after gloss after gloss on the Jumble, as though he'd never need to stop. And all clean, and 'not dirty' at all.

So, are sailors 'float-flirty'?

Wilbur, sorry if I missed songs--music is not my strong point--I'm afraid I'm just not note-worthy.

Enjoyed your poem, Owen. And looking forward to Sandy checking in.

Wilbur Charles said...

Misty here are the two songs embedded. Sandy, do you remember these?

Ps, turn the sound down

1976 remix of Love Hurts

Town without Pity

Ol' Man Keith said...

And if I change a detail, Wilbur--such as leaving the 'M" out of my screen name--I get "OK"!
OK?
~ O[M]K

Sandyanon said...

Wilbur, I don't remember Love Hurts. The chorus of Town Without Pity is familiar, but not the rest. However, even as a teenager I was not really into popular music. Just a dweeb at heart!

Ol' Man Keith said...

I know the song, but I mainly remember the movie, Town Without Pity, starring Kirk Douglas and directed by Gottfried Reinhardt.
Reinhardt was the son of Max Reinhardt, possibly the greatest director of the 20th century.
Gottfried's stepson, Stephen, BTW, was a justice of the California 9th Circuit Court (a feeder of the US Supreme Court).
Quite a family!
~ OMK

Ol' Man Keith said...

BTW I believe Woad-Nervy qualifies as a genuine Spoonerism.

Naturally I tried for "Nervii," one of the tribes encountered by Caesar's legions, but the extra syllable kills the rhyme.
Not to mention several of Caesar's soldiers.
~ OMK

Ol' Man Keith said...

Wasn't sure what Pugel sticks were, so checked it out. Hey: Solid marine corps training!
Looks like the stick fighting I learned--w/o the padding--for a musical about Jamiccan limbo dancers and famous stick fighters.
Man, those fighters were constantly aiming to kill their rivals by rupturing a spleen.

I take your word for it that lefties are at some systemic disadvantage. I am not sure though why this would be true in batting. Forgive my ignorance, but when I swing a bat from either shoulder, it feels pretty much the same.
Quite different from the obvious problem of throwing/pitching with the wrong arm.
~ OMK

Wilbur Charles said...

So you were a switch hitter if you'd tried your hand at baseball. Gomer Pyle in an episode used Pugel sticks but the contestants had head protection. As I recall we did not which was unfortunate for one of my victims.

It was originally designed as a bayonet training exercise but jabbing as one would do with the point was eschewed in favor of trying to beat each orhers head in.

WC

Misty said...

Many thanks for giving me links to those two songs, Wilbur.
Didn't know the first one, but knew the second one--and enjoyed hearing both of them. Many thanks, a nice evening treat!

Wilbur Charles said...


Outside of watching drowners at the aquatic exercises
The Marines favorite fan trip would often be comprised
Of watching victims strewn about via pugel sticks.
Especially when Rostenkowski was getting in his licks.

For he eschewed style for a brutal frontal attack
Not choosy whom he creamed as a matter of fact.
Quarts of beer he'd consume the night before
And after dispatching his foe he'd look around for more

But lo and behold there was little Jimmy next in line
Stick in hand, demeaner calm, his look benign.
But hardly worthy of note, until the flag was dropped
And the stick flew in Jimmy's hands and Roski's chin got popped

WC