I’ve never heard of Tagolene, much less Skelly Tagolene. That sounds like a crimp-haired, Newport-smoking, jean skirt-wearing trollop who works the graveyard shift at The Waffle House. Like Skanky Jolene’s younger sister: Skelly Tagolene.
Evidently, it’s not. Check out the art deco font on this map.
The University of Texas Phi Delta Theta fraternity denied imitating the then-popular Late Night With David Letterman habit of dropping stuff of the Ed Sullivan Theater, asserting that their annual “Round-Up Roof Extravaganza” began prior to the show’s first air date. Earlier drops included eggs and melons, then televisions and microwaves, and finally (as seen in this 1987 image) a motorcycle. I guess they weren’t familiar with collateral damage?
Most self-respecting Americans would recognize that mouse and that Disney mustache anywhere. But today we celebrate the man on the right, Ubbe Eert “Ub” Iwerks, aka Walt Disney’s oldest and dearest friend. Ub was born in Kansas City, Missouri in 1901. His father, Eert Ubbe Iwerks, appears, in naming his son, to have simply switched his own first and middle name, a move that seems frankly lazy to me. Father Eert had emigrated to the U.S. in 1869 from the German village of Uttum in East Frisia. In modern Germany, East Frisians in general are the traditional butt of ethnic jokes, an embarrassment that the American-born little Ub was spared.
Forty years after Eert’s emigration, the fully-grown Ub met Walt Disney while working at the Pesmen-Rubin Art Studio. Both moved on to work as illustrators for the Kansas City Slide Newspaper Company, and eventually decided to work in animation…
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School starts Monday around these parts. The schedules have been mailed, the teachers assigned. And when the bank teller this morning asked my son if he was excited about school, he glared, then dropped his head, a wavy lock of hair falling forward in defeat. It was enough to make him forget the crisp Grant in his hand. Excited? No, ma’am.
But what if he gets the top locker? That’s something to get excited about, right?
Or he might get that one “cool teacher.”
Perhaps he can enjoy the responsibility and comraderie of flag-raising.
And if nothing else, he can stand around while girls read in the library. The elation cannot be disguised on these boys’ faces!
Adams, Massachusetts (named after Sam Adams) lies at the bottom of Mount Greylock. Thunderbolt Ski Run drops 2,060 ft down Greylock. Five states are visible from the summit. Incontheivable!
I’ve never been anywhere near the A.P., but I did gain respect for it, while reading Bill Bryson’s A Walk In The Woods. And yes, I do want to see the new movie with Redford and Nolte, but I bet Mark will beat me to it!
Now dig his socks.
The violent rains/overhanging rock part, I can do without. The steak part, I understand. Beef really puts a smile on their faces!
This tree surely could provide a lot of wood. It reminds me of when I was little and read The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. The tree gave himself for the little boy, until it was only a stump. I sobbed just like Tracy Morgan (pre-accident) here.
April 16, 1951. Life magazine showcases 26-year-old Bill Hipkiss, a bridgeman on a “raising gang,” fitting steel into place. A steelworker for 9 years, this was his first bridge, for which he was paid $2.80/hr with double overtime. Add this to the list of jobs I would never consider doing.