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12-1-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

What's the difference between a neoplasm and a pleonasm?

-- Bored in Borea

 


Dear Bored:

They're different stages of intensity in the open-ended Schmidtlap-Fernwagescu Sneeze Index, where 1 (tchew) is barely noticeable and a 25 (the so called 'nostril of God'), would involve the explosion of the skull and widespread collateral damage. During WWII attempts were made to develop sneezing powders of such intensity that, when pumped into the ventilation port of a Nazi Panzer, they would cause the tank and its occupants to blow apart. This was never publicly acknowledged by the War Department.

 

 
12-2-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

What makes the mallow, a common North American weed, such a unique plant?

-- Veggie in Vegas

 


Dear Veggie:

According to Barry Mallowno, head mallowist at the Mallow Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, the common mallow is one of the world's most versatile plants. The skin can be tanned to form a soft leather rivaling Corinthian, the pith can be roasted to produce what's been called "the vegan's answer to roast pork," the leaves can either be boiled to form a drink comparable with Veuve Cliquot or shredded and smoked to produce a euphoria similar to Vancouver Bud while simultaneously curing emphysema, the roots are called "the poor man's truffle," and the flowers are, of course, the legendary lotus-blossoms, the scent of which allows one to experience Nirvana.

The only drawback to its exploitation for the good of humankind is that the plant is identical to the Faux Wollam, the skin of which secretes a toxin which causes a rash similar to smallpox, the pith of which when roasted produces an instantly lethal poison which has been called "the desperate person's answer to Jack Kevorkian," the leaves of which when boiled form a drink which is the world's most powerful and instantaneous laxative and when shredded and smoked cause anaphylactic shock while simultaneously inducing fulminating lung cancer, the roots of which are called "the poor man's ipecac," and the flowers of which are, of course, the legendary louse-bottoms, the scent of which pervades the body and causes one to be driven from the haunts of men forevermore.

Dr Mallowno is hoping for a way to discover a way of telling the plants apart, although he admits that progress is slow since none of his assistants can stand to be in the same room with him.

 

 
12-3-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

Did the Great Wall of China succeed in keeping out invading armies?

-- Defensive in Defiance

 


Dear Defensive:

Pretty much. The problem was that it also kept the Chinese people bottled up inside, where they slowly went stir-crazy, leading to such events as the Great Escape of 1218, the Pole-vaulting Madness of 1399, and the Deconstruction Mania of 1537. Hemmed in and oppressed by the looming barrier, the Court poets often expressed the people's frustration in verse, as this example shows:

We don't need no Hun protection.
We don't need no Mongol control.
No dark masons on the scaffold.
Emperor, let your people go.
Hey! Emperor! Let your people go!
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
~
"Forbidden City Blues Revisited"
by Ping Phroyd

 

 
12-5-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

When did Christmas tree lights make their debut?

- Blinky in Blitta

 


Dear Blinky:

At a Druidic celebration of Yule in minus 767. A bunch of guy celebrants got very, very celebratory on poteen and decided that the evergreen memorial in the corner of the cave would look really, really terrific with candles attached to the highly flammable branches. The resulting fire started a Yule tradition that was later borrowed by Christians. Every year a bunch of guy Christmas celebrants get very, very celebratory by mixing Budweiser and Jack Daniels and decide that the Xmas tree would look really, really cool with lit candles attached to the highly flammable branches. The resulting fires, accompanied by photographs, are the lead stories in newspapers on December 26th, and have contributed more than one nominee to the Darwin Awards committee.

 

 
12-6-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

Today we visited the University of Virginia. One of the buildings there is called the "Rotunda." I think that's a very funny word. Rotunda. Rotunda. Rotunda. What does it mean?

-- Hilarius in Hilarion
 


Dear Hilarius:

The Rotunda, designed by Thomas Jefferson, is a library based on the Pantheon ("All Theon") in Rome, Italy. The Pantheon was dedicated to Rotunda, the Roman goddess of Obesity, whose massive statue eventually crashed through the floor of the Pantheon in 147 and is lodged somewhere near the Earth's core.

Rotunda was one of the women's gods back in ancient Rome. No Roman matron felt complete unless she weighed over 400 pounds (6,679.3 uncia in the old Roman system of weights and measures), and sacrifices of pasta, honey, slabs of bacon and refined lard were made to Rotunda daily in hopes of attaining the magic ten-thousand uncia level, the sign of a true aristocrat.

In addition to the borrowed word rotunda we have another English word which sprang from the same era. The corpulent Roman women would often punish a slave or a husband by sitting on him, causing him to "cry uncia," which has come down to us as "cry uncle," a token of surrender.

 

 
12-7-2004

As a senior citizen, can you give me any advice about recognizing when it's time to stop driving for good?

-- Legally Blind in Blind River
 


Dear Legally Blind:

I sure can.  Here are ten certain signs that it's time to turn in your keys:

1. You've noticed lately how many speed bumps scream.

2. You find yourself going through stop lights on the grounds that you were driving before they ever had such silly things.

3. All of your friends have developed a passionate interest in walking rather than riding with you.

4. You confuse the pedals in the car with the ones on your piano, and sustain your way into Starbucks front window when you meant to una corda softly into the parking lot.

5. Buildings have begun leaping out at you without warning. They have also begun changing places, even moving to different streets.

6. Headlights and streetlights aren't anywhere near as bright as they used to be, probably due to cheap imports.

7. Twice you've called the police to report that your dashboard has been stolen, then realized you've gotten into the back seat.

8. Neighbors pull their children inside when you approach.

9. You've come to the conclusion that, technically, there's no good reason to stop at the back of the garage.

10. You get frequent-denter miles from the local auto body shop, and at Xmas they send you a ham.

 

 
12-8-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

Why did it take a little more than a month for the Mayflower to disgorge its passengers at Plymouth?

--Historian in Hilton Head
 


Dear Historian:

The paperwork-- visas, immigration forms, immunization records, proof of employment, etc. (note: the photo IDs were the hardest part.) The Mohicans were proud of their bureaucracy and took every opportunity to demonstrate it. They didn't want to let just anybody in.

 

 
12-9-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

What is the "ginger gene"?

-- Bio in Bhopal
 


Dear Bio:

"Ginger Gene" (né Kambalapadu Apu Edigamaruti Krishnamurthi) was one of the earliest of the "eastern western" stars on Indian television. His show, "It Is Having Gun to Travel," loosely based on a popular American cowboy series, became an instant hit in 1959, broadcast in Hindinglish with subtitles in Tamil, Punjabi, Bengali, Gujarati, Telugu, Marathi, Kannada and Assamese-- so many that the action on the screen was often hidden behind the captioning. In a typical episode Ginger Gene would be praying for a favorable monsoon when he would be interrupted by an Untouchable with a message. After soundly drubbing the man for the interruption, and for having the further temerity to allow the shadow of a Dalit to cross that of a Kshatri, Ginger Gene, using tongs, would open the message. It was inevitably one of his business cards being returned for insufficient postage.

Undeterred, Ginger Gene would strap on his six-sutras, climb into his ox-cart, and set ponderously forth to right wrongs, understanding that in the full cycle of dharma there is neither right nor wrong. He customarily wore black which, under the fierce India sun, would cause him to suffer sunstroke after a few miles, but he pressed on. Eventually he would find a town or village where one of the local Sudra-- or member of the peasant caste-- was attempting to pass himself off as a Vaisia-- or member of the landlord/businessman caste. After a few mandatory show tunes and dance numbers, Ginger Gene would inevitable face his opponent in the dusty or muddy street for the Final Showdown.

Here is where Ginger Gene would exhibit the martial craftiness he learned from watching American television. Just as the two were about to become embroiled in battle, he would shout, "By Krishna, will you look at the lingam on that sadhu!" When his opponent turned to size up the naked wandering holy man, Ginger Gene would bash him senseless with a specially-loaded trident.

"It Is Having Gun to Travel," ran for six seasons until it was replaced by "Ghat Smoke," another eastern western set in a small frontier ritual crematory on the Ganges.

 

 
12-10-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

I ran across a poem in a poetry book with the title, "Avarice, Sphincter of the Heart." The author was Matthew Green (1696-1737). Was this guy a sicko, or just anatomically confused?

-- Med Head in Redhead

 


Dear Med Head:

There was indeed something peculiar about old Matthew. He wrote dozens of poems with similar titles, like "Take Ye My Love & Shove It Up Thy Heart," "Love is Like a Mighty Purgative, That Pusheth All Before It," and "Without Thy Presence My Heart's Bowels Move Not." Some scholars think he may have been physically deformed to a disgusting degree, while others believe he was simply traumatized by premature toilet training during the Œdipal stage of psychosexual development....

Anyway, he wasn't alone. In 1648, Richard Sibbes, another English clergyman, published "Bowels Opened, or, a Discovery of the Near and Dear Love, Union and Communion Betwixt Christ and the Church." He was forced to become a Presbyterian after it was printed, and even then he had to sit near the back door of the church and bring a rubber sheet every Sunday.

 

 
12-12-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

What country has the highest per capita chocolate consumption?

-- Sweetie in Sweden
 


Dear Sweetie:

Chocolotania, an almost forgotten island nation off the coast of Peru. Cocoa palms and sugar cane are all that grow there, so the islander's diet consists of a food pyramid with Dark on the bottom and Milk on the top. As a result of exclusive chocolate consumption the average islander weighs 680 pounds (308 kilos), is completely toothless and lives only 18 years (37 megaherns), barely able to reproduce before perishing of massive arteriosclerosis and blubber disease. Sociologists are often puzzled as to why the Chocolotanians haven't died out altogether, as the fulminating acne which bedevils the tribe makes even dating an ordeal.

 

 
12-13-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

Who was the first athlete to hit a major league home run and make a professional football touchdown in the same week?

-- Sportif in Sporran

 


Dear Sportif:

The extremely confused Wendell "Bippy" Martin, who was caught up in the frantic player trade wars of 1958. The following week he was traded to the Olympic ping-pong team and was seen heading for Red China on a goodwill tour. At Christmas that year his parents received a framed picture of Mao Tse-Tung and a request for carfare home. By the time they replied, however, he had been traded to a Czechoslovakian soccer team.

Frantic with worry his parents tried contacting the American embassy there, only to be told that he had been traded to a Polish synchronized swimming team as a gesture of solidarity. Three weeks later they received a postcard from a reindeer jockey training camp in Finland requesting his favorite mittens. Alas, by the time they arrived he was already on his way to the Pan-African Games in Rhodesia as a second-string pole vaulter. He was last heard of in 1959. His final postcard was from the Rardass sumo school in Hokkaido, Japan. The message said: "Don't understand the lingo, but the food is great and you wouldn't believe how big the portions are! Love to Rex, Bippy."

Rex was his cocker spaniel.

 

 
12-14-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

Do I need reservations for time travel?

--Tourist in Tours

 


Dear Tourist:

Oh my, yes! Time travel is one of the most rigorously organized and regulated forms of transportation because of the consequences of a mistake. If a person from one place and time arrives at the same place and time as someone from a different place and time a chronic discontinuity (CRONDIS) results, releasing more energy than our Mr. Sun would during his entire lifetime. Scientists on Earth have long puzzled over the origin of gamma-ray bursts-- titanic releases of high-energy radiation from a single point in space. Those are chronic discontinuities caused by a bureaucratic slip-up someplace. It's even worse if the two travelers are from different dimensions as well as locales and times. One theory holds that the Big Bang which formed our own universe was caused by a typo on a schedule in the 7th dimension when a travel agent tried to save the customer from the 11th dimension a few bucks¹ by detouring him/her/it/them through the 3rd dimension at the identical point where a student² from the 6th dimension was doing a project³ on the 4th dimension in the 3rd dimension.
--
¹ No, they don't use currency in the 11th dimension. It's a metaphor.
² The 6th dimension has no students either, since members of the hive-mind share all knowledge simultaneously.
³ And they don't have "projects" for the same reason, plus the fact that in the 6th the past and the future are simultaneous, just as causes and effects are. The 6th dimension tourist board's motto (not that there are tourists or boards, you understand) says it all: "Here's Where It Happens!" Although to be honest neither the terms "here," "where" or "happens," are, strictly speaking, either applicable or even possible there. There's no there there, either....

 

 
12-16-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

Why do people give each other presents on Christmas day?

- Boxed in Boxberger

 


Dear Boxed:

To commemorate the first giving of useless or inappropriate gifts. As the Lost Gospel of Fred recounts it, Joseph was plenty steamed when he saw what they had brought:

"Frankincense? Myrrh? What are you people, nutcases? The gold is nice, but it's in this lump. What am I supposed to do with a lump of gold? Don't you have coinage where you come from? Imagine I try to break this at the local money-changer into some nice solidi and denarii-- he'll have a centurion on me so fast it will make my sandals spin! Only Rome can deal in bulk gold-- didn't you even read the pamphlet they gave you at the border? How did you even get this stuff in? Oh. Well, you should have left the gold at the customs house and brought us the cash you bribed the guard with. Cash we could use. Maybe we could bribe somebody for a room at the hotel, instead of being stuck in this pigsty. And don't light that frankincense, Samb-- I mean, sonny! Look at all the hay and straw we got here-- this place'd go up like a heave-offering at the Temple. I know, I know, it'll kill the smell... okay, maybe just a bit, but keep it in a potshard or something non-flammable. Potshards we got plenty of. Yeah, yeah, it's a great smell, but you guys rode camels for how many miles to deodorize a stable? Me, I can't stand camels. Too high up and all that swaying makes me sandsick after a mila or two. Give me a nice jackass anytime. He goes down, you got nowhere to fall. What's the myrrh like? That doesn't even look like a word. Myrrh. Myrrh. I think it needs more vowels. Yeah, I know it's expensive, but some nice hashish would have been cheaper and we could have gotten a nice buzz on. The baby? Where do you think the baby is? You think we sent him out for a pizza and a sixpack? He's with his mother, where else do you think he is? No, you can't see her, she's a mess-- this giving birth stuff isn't like ordering cold cuts, you know. I'll be ritually unclean for a week, and you know what the mikvah fee is in this burg at the height of the tourist season? They really got you over a barrel. Syrians, every one of them, they should only drop dead! Hm? Oh... Okay, okay, she's asleep. I think I can take the kid for a minute. ... There you go, one fine bouncing Hebrew baby boy. What? Of course he looks like a wrinkled red monkey, you stupid raghead! He was just born! You think he's going to look like Osiris in a pagan temple carving? Yeah, yeah, I know-- you got disappointment written all over you. Hey, look, it's been a long night. Why don't you three boys hit the road back to wherever you come from-- the highway east is only a couple of blocks from here. No, I don't have a map! And leave the incense, but get rid of the gold as soon as you can if you know what's good for you.
Yeah, yeah, nice meeting you too. And close the door! Were you raised in a... oh, never mind. Christ! Now you woke the kid...."

~ Lost Gospel of Fred 34:18-43

 

 
12-17-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

What on earth have we come to with these new automated appointment reminders I'm getting from my doctor's office? Here's one I got today:

"This is a message for BALIWYCK T. HOODLEPRUNTZ from the Tri-Cities Cosmetic Proctology Center. We are calling BALIWYCK to confirm his or her appointment YESTERDAY, SUNDAY, DECEMBER TWELFTH at 4:30 AM. If you cannot keep this appointment, please call 555-7546 no later than TUESDAY, OCTOBER ELEVENTEENTH, NINETEEN EIGHTY-SIX to change it to a more desirable time. To confirm receipt of this message, please press GNORNDWIDDLEARNK on your Touch-Tone® phone, or stay on the line until TOMORROW, JUNE THIRTY-FOURTH, 3076. Para las instrucciones en español, baile por favor el fandango."

How does one respond to this kind of thing?

-- Furious in Firth

 


Dear Furious:

This usually works for me:

Good AFTERNOON, mortal. This message is for ANYONE ANNOYING AUNT NETTIE, from JUDGE CRATER. To accept your banishment to THE YAWNING WASTES OF LENG, please press the OBEISANCE button on your Edison Tele-Séance® machine. To reject this message, press the INVERTED BLASPHEMOUS CROSS button, or stay on the line and you will be connected to a shoggoth. To plead helplessly for more time before your pact with the Dark Father comes due at MIDNIGHT TONIGHT, please splash blood on the handset and wait for the HOLLOW MOCKING LAUGHTER OF PITILESS REJECTION before leaving your message. For instructions in backwards Latin, please press the BLEEDING EYE OF JUDAS ISCARIOT. Have a nice day, from all of us here at the PIT OF THE UNSPEAKABLE.

 

 
12-20-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

What top Hollywood star co-scripted and co-produced "Head," a 1968 psychedelic musical fantasy that starred the fabricated rock group the Monkees?

-- Rocker in Rockaway

 


Dear Rocker:

I had to look that one up myself. This is from Roger Egbert's Retro Review:
 
[snip]
"The 'head' of production, if you'll forgive the pun, was Dr Ruprecht Kutzhedzov, who later went on to transplant one dog's head to another dog's body during an epic experiment in 1971. In the film, the Monkees valiantly attempt to transplant each others heads, leading to such madcap plot reversals as Mickey Dolenz actually attempting to play the guitar instead of faking it, and Peter Tork attempting to sing rather than lip-synch to Stephen Stills' off-camera vocalizing. The film is, essentially, about commercialization, and about writer Jack Nicholson's attempt to win a bar bet with Peter Fonda that he could persuade some Hollywood fat cats to produce a movie without any plot whatsoever. It is the first movie in history that can only be comprehended under the effect of copious doses of controlled substances, preferably a mix of LSD and angel dust. Likewise, it is the first movie ever produced which makes more sense when run backwards, an inspiration to later video artistes like Andy Warhol and John Waters.

The attempt to combine crass commercialization with fleeting fame and pointlessness did not pay off at the box office, however, and another film milestone was achieved when more people asked for their money back than actually saw the movie. 'Head' is more for a deranged and deceased Monkees fan than a general audience. The soundtrack is also worse than the movie, another first."

 

 
12-21-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

What town was immortalized in Ripley's "Believe It or Not?"

-- Arcane in Arkham

 


Dear Arcane:

It was Believe It or Not, South Dakota, about 75 miles south of Wedgie on Route 281. Desperate for tourism and inspired by the town of Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, the 86 inhabitants of the town of Gargle voted to change the name in 1933. The tourists never turned up, but the town did attract the attention of Robert Leroy Ripley's legal staff, which successfully sued for ownership in 1938 and evicted the residents, most of whom moved to Name That Tune, North Dakota.

 

 
12-22-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

In what nation can you book a flight on the Yak Air Service?

-- Lofty in Loftstein

 


Dear Lofty:

No nation in particular. Yak Airlines is an association of many nations, which have partnered to provide in-flight humor to bored travelers. The first Yak Airlines flight in 1961 featured Henny Youngman ("Take my stewardess... please!"), and later flights have had Woody Allen ("I don't usually fly, as my hat keeps blowing off."), Jack Benny ("Oh, it's Rochester!"), Groucho Marx ("Either this plane is on time or my watch has stopped."), Steve Martin ("You know that look flight attendants get when they really, really want sex? Me neither.") and Jerry Seinfeld ("Not flying first class? No soup for you!"). Early '60s red-eye, adults-only flights had Lenny Bruce ("You're all going to Miami Beach? MIAMI BEACH? Christ, that's where ^%#$*&%^*$% neon goes to die!")

 

 
12-23-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

Why isn't there a Salvation Navy?

-- Saved in Savoy

 


Dear Saved:

Once upon a time there was indeed a Salvation Navy. When the Salvation Army was founded in London in 1865 by General William Booth¹ and plans were made to send a battalion over the seas to capture the New York Bowery and strategic Skid Rows in American states, they obviously needed a very model of a modern naval general to lead the assault.

General Booth settled on Admiral Carnival Booth, a cousin-german lately retired from the Kaiser's U-boat division, giving him a full commission in the Salvation Navy. General Booth was so far ahead of his time that he had plans for a Salvation Air Force as well, under the direction of his paternal step-cousin Icarus Booth, and hoped to finance the venture by marketing his versatile Salvation Army pocketknives.

Admiral Booth's experience and low animal cunning allowed the HMS Bindlestiff to slip into New York harbor under cover of darkness, and within hours the Salvation Army was effectively in control of the Bowery, having met little resistance from the winos, dope fiends and derelicts stationed to guard the area. Realizing that time was of the essence, Lieutenant Commander Sukkoth Booth struck out across the Hudson before dawn and soon had taken over Jersey City's notorious Skid Row, despite the heroic attempts of a crack team of sodden vagrants to wake up and defend their bottles.

Alas, at that point the steadfast Admiral Booth snatched defeat from the jaws of victory when he threw a premature celebration for the sailors remaining aboard the HMS Bindlestiff, assigning each man five measures of rum and sending a barrel of grog to General Booth's headquarters at the corner of Bowery and Delancy, with his compliments. By noon the cause was lost, as no one could tell the denizens of the place from those come to save them. Lieutenant Commander Booth, having received a telegram containing only the lyrics to Roll Out the Barrel, made the same fatal mistake. At sundown the Admiral attempted to do a continuous 360° spin with the Bindlestiff, which, never designed for such treatment, split in half and sank in the harbor, taking all hands with her, plus attached body parts.

Hearing of the loss, the remaining Salvation Army troops, their hopes dashed, did the logical thing and blended in with the local populace. After a few years their courageous invasion had taken on the aspects of a myth, and all that remains today are the slurred folk tales told by their descendants around oil barrel fires in ruined fields at night.
---
¹ No chain of evidence has ever been found which would link General Booth with his illegitimate half-brother John Wilkes, but conspiracy theorists are quick to point out that the London Booth formed his ragtag army within months of Lincoln's assassination, and that he could never see the stage play Our American Cousin performed without firing wildly at the players onstage near the end of Act III, Scene ii. After several close calls he was no longer permitted to bring his favorite Colt Navy revolver, nicknamed Little Lord Fauntleroy, into a theater where the play was being shown.

 

 
12-28-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

I see a term bein' banged about these days what says "fair and balanced." I don't know what it means. I took Merle to the local fair and he drank too much and became un-balanced and said the fair was unfair for tossing him out. I went to the local tar store during the middle of a blizzard, and their price for tars wasn't fair, and they wanted to charge me to balance my tars. I thought maybe you could explain this confusing' term for me.

-- Tardy in Tar Crick

 


Dear Tardy:

The term originally sprang up during the era of early single-gauge railroads in rural America, and it was originally "fare and balanced." Here's the story:
 
It was long before my time, believe it or not, but, yes, there were several hundred miles of oddball trackage laid down in the early days before these innovators and pioneers were ground out of existence by the railroad interests.

For instance, people today take it for granted that railroad tracks have two rails, to be straddled by the flanged wheels of a railroad car. This wasn't always so. As a matter of fact the original railways, at least in our neck of the woods, had two rails, but one was for coming and the other was for going. Logical, no? I mean, if you have railroad cars that take up *both* rails, and there are *only* two rails, it stands to reason that you can only have one train going back and forth, unless you want to get into the hassle and expense of shunts and sidelines and things.

So the original Squander, Carnage and Redbone Line used one rail for each direction and was twice as efficient as its nearest competitor, the Atkinsdiet, Nopeeka and Santa Foo Line, and three times as efficient as the troika-inspired three-tracked Russian Tchatanooguskga Tchoo-Tchoo.

Of course, as with all early experiments, there were drawbacks. The Squander, Carnage and Redbone Line's engine and cars had to be balanced to a fare-thee-well to prevent them from simply flopping over. Some stability was attained by the use of a heavy flywheel spun up by the engine, and by the use of large kickstands for when the train was in the station. Passengers were warned to remain motionless with their heads in the fully upright and locked positions for the duration of the journey, which on longer trips became known as the "battle of the bladder." Small children were sedated and shipped as freight, courtesy of the railroad.

The railway had two daily trips in each direction, running from Redbone to Squander, then on to Carnage, and finally to Point Gap across the border in Missouri. It operated with perfect safety for many years, but, as is the case with so many things, human error was its downfall. One day as the northbound freight was passing the southbound passenger express the two engineers decided to "high five" each other smack in the middle of the bridge over Rising Gorge. As they leaned out of the cabs the resulting imbalance was just enough to topple both trains into the Peestanding River far below, effectively ending the line's operation.

In the Dark Cloud/Silver Lining Proverb Department, the novelty patter song "Wreck of the '98" based on the tragedy remained at the top of the charts for many months and made Whistlin' Slim Willie's reputation.

Many years later the trackage was acquired by AMTREK, a railway startup-and-push transporter that put the travail back in travel. They used both rails, of course... when they used any at all....

So you can see how the expression arose. Passengers on these early trains paid their fare and balanced....

 

 
12-31-2004

Dear Aunt Nettie: 

Can you tell me exactly what is the story behind that "ball" thing in Times Square?

--Celebratory in Celebes

 


Dear Celebratory:

That's an easy one.

The tradition began in 1907 to celebrate the invention of the soccer ball the year before (previously the game had used a dead piglet, or at least a piglet that was odd-looking and unpopular). The immigrant Armenian swineherd J. Alonzo Baboonian, who had made his fortune on Wall Street as a bootblack and freelance financial consultant, sponsored the very first Times Square "ball" event as a way of saluting the thousands of piglets who had sacrificed their lives for the glory of the game. You probably remember reading his famous quote in your high school history books. With the invention of the soccer ball, he said to the assembled members of the media, "you won't have *de knigzon* ['the piglet' in colloquial Albanian] to kick around anymore."

The intention was to have the ball rise into the air like a well-placed goal kick, reaching the top precisely at the stroke of midnight, at which point a shower of candy piglets would rain down upon the cheering crowd. Unfortunately this was in the days of easily-reversed DC electric motors and the operator of the ball-raising mechanism, G. Zagreb Snafu, an overworked Serbian handyman moonlighting as an unlicensed ball-heister, threw the switch the wrong way, lowering, rather than raising the ball.

Since the ball could not descend any further, being at the base of the lifting platform already, the motors overheated and exploded, raining death, destruction, fricasseed Serbian and flaming candy piglets onto the crowds below. The following year a law was passed in New York City requiring the ball to be placed at the TOP of the mechanism and gently lowered by gravity to prevent a recurrence of the tragedy. And so a tradition was born.

Curiously, the event attracted so much press coverage that the expression "dropped the ball instead of raising it," as a metaphor for incompetence --later shortened to simply "dropped the ball"-- became part of the American language, as did "snafu," the name of the unfortunate handyman, as an expression of chaotic bungling.

Baboonian was, of course, bankrupted by lawsuits after the disaster and left the country penniless. He later became a Moldavian missionary and explorer, dying tragically in Africa in 1919 immediately after his encounter with a new species of ape, which was named in his honor.

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Source: The Big Book o' Facts & Other Stuff, 3rd edition (London & Bombay, 1981)

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