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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Today's solution leads us to a gloss on Act III, Scene 5 of Romeo and Juliet, noting the dance that Romeo performs as he reluctantly leaves his lover, the then-popular Day Lark Trot.
~ OMK
When I was a boy, I used to keep a hidden stash
Of forbidden magazines, my mother mustn't catch!
At night I could enjoy them, underneath the covers,
Reading Asimov and Heinlein, and so many others!
My Mom did not approve of that science fiction stuff.
It would rot my morals, and turn my brain to fluff!
So I had to crouch and secrete them 'neath my bed.
She was always nagging, "Go play sports instead!"
I loved science fiction, and saw some come to pass.
Witnessed rockets as they're shot off in a fiery blast!
At length there's been shortcoming, I'll not fly to space.
But via NASA's robots, exploration proceeds apace!
Easy clues, didn't really need them for the obvious solution.
Thanks, Owen. Love your poem, and I can so relate to it. Except my mother didn't really object to anything I read. And besides magazines, how about the library? Not just for novels, but especially anthologies. Don't you think that reading science fiction at an early age shapes your outlook? It certainly did mine.
A neat poem, Owen. Thank you, sir.
Pride of ownership stoked my love of reading at an early age.
Libraries and "Book"-books were fine, Sandy, for one or two items at a time--especially for school reports.
But, ah, comic books! They were cheap enough for a kid to own! And my Mom had no objections to any subject matter. None.
From Archie to Batman, and don't forget Classics Comics & Shakespeare...
I had over 500 that I kept in a foot locker. And they were mine--mine, d'you hear?! Mwuah, hah, Ha!
I think materialism is under-rated as an incentive to childhood literacy.
~ OMK
Along with easy jumble we have an A+ poem, Romeo dancing and our childhood reading.
My fav was Scrooge McDuck. In those days the ten cent Shakespeareans devised existential comics. Like the Terries and the Fermies engaging in ball rolling contests under earth and shaking Scrooge's vault.
And here I was thinking that which was under the covers was Playboy magazine.
WC
Part I, scene 2:
Now Bilbo didn't include Gandalf as an uninvited guest
He'd brought his 'backy stash with an invite to a quest.
He'd crouched behind the door when he first heard the knock
He'd go to any lengths to avoid such a flock
Of hungry, toilsome folk and the wacky idea they'd brought.
Expecting him to adventure around with this crazy lot
And their plans to brave orcs and trolls are shot through with peril
And furthermore this dwarvish crew could all go to the devil
****
WC
Wilbur -- 👍👍
Wow! Two delightful poems with all the Jumble words and solution from both Owen and Wilbur--a real treat for us to ENJOY! And on top of that the gift of a fun gloss by Ol'Man Keith--Thursdays don't get any better than this, especially with a tough puzzle.
I too got all four words without any work and instantly got the solution without even checking out all the letters. Colorful cartoon--a pleasure all around. And hi, Sandyanon!
Thanks Sandy and Misty. This is essentially the start of the Hobbit saga. The dwarves and Gandalf have arrived and invited Bilbo to share in their wild and wacky scheme.
Since your enjoying the story in rhyme I'll continue. We've got a long way to go and so far I'm going by memory of the book I read 40 years ago but possibly reread.
Cheers
WC
I was big on Scrooge McDuck too, Wilbur. Still am, come to think of it.
And I was a fan of Donald as well. Something about that rascally temperament, I guess.
Mickey was such a wimp. I remember the difference in the kids' cheers at Saturday matinees. When Donald's face popped onto the screen, everybody shouted and stomped their feet, like an earthquake.
Over at Warners, Bugs was the favorite. A latter day Petruchio. Cocky, sly, with enough cruelty to appeal to our juvenile hearts.
Poor Elmer Fudd.
~ OMK
I'm also big on your crisp, rollicking beat in today's verses, Wilbur. Fits the Satanic sentiment of your last line.
Wilbur -- just finished tomorrows Jumble, and it asked for, nay, demanded like a dragon's roar!, that you do tomorrow's poem!
I still have a vivid memory of my mother tearing one of my sci-fi magazines in half. Probably I was reading when she wanted me to do some chores, but I don't recall the why for sure. Just that she did not approve. I also bought and read every comic book I could get my hands on. I liked DC best, Marvel was great, Archie wasn't too bad (I still picked a digest up at the grocery once in a while before I got delivery service). Duck Tales I watch on TV once in a while (Scrooge, Huey, Dewey, and Louie). Oh, and don't forget Mad!
Owen, interesting that you should mention Asimov. He stated once that Science "Fiction" is actually a retelling of history via allegory.
Although I could find nothing on Wikipedia to back it up, I read a book on merchants banking pre-1900 that refers to "Rothschild" as being derived from Rad Schilde (Red Shield).
N. Radshilde would be an anagram of Hari Selden. Having this clue helps understand "The Foundation" trilogy.
Any further will lead into politics.
WC
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