There are several other Jumble blogs, but the ones I checked all started off by listing the answers. In this blog, answers can be either hinted at or masked by burying them in comments. No overt spoilers!
I have yet to find a way to include the letter & word count for the solution with the cartoon and clue words. But this will get you started. As soon as I can find or figure out the solution breakdown, I will post it. Happy solving! ~ OMK
George was a bit of a giant, but he was kind and compliant. Whenever he heard someone scoff he'd distract them with a cough. He bought a dress that was glitzy for his wife, who was a bit ditzy. His children he would coddle and laugh when he saw them waddle. His friends loved that he joined a blog and responded, 'hot diggity dog'!
Very nicely done, Misty. It is fun to read--and for me to recognize in George some of my own traits, even the use of the "cough" to alert unsuspecting folks when I'm around. I'm afraid my little haiku veered on vulgarity. ~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, I think we could characterize you haiku as an example of irrepressible realism, don't you think? Something my verses are never guilty of. (pardon my ending a sentence with a preposition)
I hope Sandy likes today's Jumble. She was proposing recently that the solution needn't be a pun--nor even, I believe, amusing. Here's a fine example of one that is simply an expression of joy, definitely not a pun, but (I believe) fun anyway. ~ OMK
OMK, I do check the blog: I typically do the jumble on the Chicago Tribune site first. I haven't been commenting much and will probably not much in future either. I always look for Wilbur's story installments, but for the story, not for the poetry. I may or may not read other poems, but honestly, they don't really interest me. Sorry; I hope that doesn't sound dismissive, because it's not meant to be. We all have our individual preferences, don't we?
Sandy, my poetry is not the greatest. But the jumbles words and riddle-solutions weren't the greatest either.
We've got to the end of the trial and Isaac is on the way to find Wilfred.
I hope the tale is of enough interest to overlook the poetry. But I wouldn't overlook Misty's fine paean to motherhood and until Owen returns(pray God) Keith has been a paragon of eratoian brilliance.
Both of you have a great imagination in coming up with stories to match the days Jumble.
Wilbur I always enjoy your installments of the story. What I said was that I enjoy them for the story. Ivanhoe is a fascinating tale. I think it's fine that you all enjoy writing poems that use the jumble words;I'm sure it's a fun and challenging exercise. Just not something I'm particularly interested in; my interest is in solving the jumble myself, and definitely on my own.
Wilbur, your saga is engaging and interesting and beautifully written--yes, poetic, as far as I'm concerned. So many thanks for continuing to give us this pleasure.
And, again,Ol' Man Keith, loved your haiku and look forward to many more.
Weary,Draft,Mishap,Gloomy; Mom's the word Cough,Giant,Glitzy,Coddle;Hot diggity dog --------- Amidst the gloom and doom Rebecca reached out for someone To take the message she'd drafted for her only hope, the son Of Cedric. Only the Saxon, Dogg son of Snell, dared come forth. "When I had the mishap and became lame you succored me of little worth".
Outside the Preceptory, Dogg was hot to deliver the message. And, there Just outside the gate, was Isaac with the Rabbi Solomon standing near. Weary, all glitz and glamor removed, Isaac was hot with impatience To hear any news. They'd stood outside fearing to cause offence. But upon reading the scroll, the Jew gave a sigh and collapsed. The rabbi coddled his friend and midst a fit of coughing said "Perhaps There's hope. No problem is of such giant proportions that it can't be cured" "My friend, my daughter has been adjudged, but hark, mums the word. She must have a champion three days hence. That's my tale of woe." Spake the Rabbi, "Then my friend dig up friend Wilfred, known as Ivanhoe."
Sandy, I rarely get a poem posted in time for anyone to be helped with the J's.
Although Misty and Keith are kind, I rarely produce anything worthy of great praise. However, looking back sometimes it doesn't seem too, too bad.
All three of you keep me at it. Obviously, using all eight J's and two riddle-solutions was awkward. And... Saturday's J's are even worse.
And you want a challenge? Try Ed Sessa's beaut of a Saturday xword. I am lucky to have known the NY Mets clue. But I never thought I'd finish and even retain hope for an FIR. Phew. I was at that baby for hours.
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I have yet to find a way to include the letter & word count for the solution with the cartoon and clue words.
ReplyDeleteBut this will get you started.
As soon as I can find or figure out the solution breakdown, I will post it.
Happy solving!
~ OMK
I believe the 13-letter solution consists of three words.
ReplyDeleteThe first and third words are 3 letters each, and the second word is 7 letters.
~ OMK
OMK, here are the J's for Saturday.
ReplyDeleteTRUSM. LUYGL. TINKET. NWIONM
XX_X_. XX_X_. XX_X__ XX_X___
(All four go 1,2,4 on the circles.
Thanks, Wilbur ~ I'll get to those tomorrow!
ReplyDeleteFor Friday, today ~
Well, Zippedy-Doo-Dah and 23-Skidoo!
Sometimes, poets just tell it like it is:
When a giant coughs,
Glitzy mucus often flies.
I don't coddle you.
~ OMK
"Kind George"
ReplyDeleteGeorge was a bit of a giant,
but he was kind and compliant.
Whenever he heard someone scoff
he'd distract them with a cough.
He bought a dress that was glitzy
for his wife, who was a bit ditzy.
His children he would coddle
and laugh when he saw them waddle.
His friends loved that he joined a blog
and responded, 'hot diggity dog'!
Very nicely done, Misty.
ReplyDeleteIt is fun to read--and for me to recognize in George some of my own traits, even the use of the "cough" to alert unsuspecting folks when I'm around.
I'm afraid my little haiku veered on vulgarity.
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, I think we could characterize you haiku as an example of irrepressible realism, don't you think? Something my verses are never guilty of. (pardon my ending a sentence with a preposition)
ReplyDeleteI hope Sandy likes today's Jumble.
ReplyDeleteShe was proposing recently that the solution needn't be a pun--nor even, I believe, amusing.
Here's a fine example of one that is simply an expression of joy, definitely not a pun, but (I believe) fun anyway.
~ OMK
OMK, I do check the blog: I typically do the jumble on the Chicago Tribune site first. I haven't been commenting much and will probably not much in future either. I always look for Wilbur's story installments, but for the story, not for the poetry. I may or may not read other poems, but honestly, they don't really interest me. Sorry; I hope that doesn't sound dismissive, because it's not meant to be. We all have our individual preferences, don't we?
ReplyDeleteP.S. I thought today's solution was cute-ish. As you said, not a pun.
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteFor the record the Saxon was Higg son of Snell.
DeleteSandy, my poetry is not the greatest. But the jumbles words and riddle-solutions weren't the greatest either.
ReplyDeleteWe've got to the end of the trial and Isaac is on the way to find Wilfred.
I hope the tale is of enough interest to overlook the poetry. But I wouldn't overlook Misty's fine paean to motherhood and until Owen returns(pray God) Keith has been a paragon of eratoian brilliance.
Both of you have a great imagination in coming up with stories to match the days Jumble.
WC
Wilbur I always enjoy your installments of the story. What I said was that I enjoy them for the story. Ivanhoe is a fascinating tale.
ReplyDeleteI think it's fine that you all enjoy writing poems that use the jumble words;I'm sure it's a fun and challenging exercise. Just not something I'm particularly interested in; my interest is in solving the jumble myself, and definitely on my own.
Wilbur, your saga is engaging and interesting and beautifully written--yes, poetic, as far as I'm concerned. So many thanks for continuing to give us this pleasure.
ReplyDeleteAnd, again,Ol' Man Keith, loved your haiku and look forward to many more.
Have a good weekend coming up, everybody.
Misty, I wasn't criticizing Wilbur's poetry -- or anybody else's, for that matter. I just find the story he's telling more interesting.
ReplyDeleteGosh, I think it's great that you all do what you do. It's just not me.
Weary,Draft,Mishap,Gloomy; Mom's the word
ReplyDeleteCough,Giant,Glitzy,Coddle;Hot diggity dog
---------
Amidst the gloom and doom Rebecca reached out for someone
To take the message she'd drafted for her only hope, the son
Of Cedric. Only the Saxon, Dogg son of Snell, dared come forth.
"When I had the mishap and became lame you succored me of little worth".
Outside the Preceptory, Dogg was hot to deliver the message. And, there
Just outside the gate, was Isaac with the Rabbi Solomon standing near.
Weary, all glitz and glamor removed, Isaac was hot with impatience
To hear any news. They'd stood outside fearing to cause offence.
But upon reading the scroll, the Jew gave a sigh and collapsed.
The rabbi coddled his friend and midst a fit of coughing said "Perhaps
There's hope. No problem is of such giant proportions that it can't be cured"
"My friend, my daughter has been adjudged, but hark, mums the word.
She must have a champion three days hence. That's my tale of woe."
Spake the Rabbi, "Then my friend dig up friend Wilfred, known as Ivanhoe."
I had to make some edits on the previous drafts.
DeleteSandy, I rarely get a poem posted in time for anyone to be helped with the J's.
Although Misty and Keith are kind, I rarely produce anything worthy of great praise. However, looking back sometimes it doesn't seem too, too bad.
All three of you keep me at it. Obviously, using all eight J's and two riddle-solutions was awkward. And...
Saturday's J's are even worse.
And you want a challenge? Try Ed Sessa's beaut of a Saturday xword. I am lucky to have known the NY Mets clue. But I never thought I'd finish and even retain hope for an FIR.
Phew. I was at that baby for hours.
Ed gave virtually nothing away.
WC