Bert Lahr as the lion + Donny Most as Ralph Malph (aka Mouth)
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P.S. Did you know Ralph’s middle name was Hector?
P.S.S. Did you know Bert Lahr’s real name was Irving Lahrheim?
If The Cowardly Lion and Ralph Malph Had A Son
Month: July 2016
When You Walk In On Your Roommate Sitting In Your Boyfriend’s Lap And You Want To Hurl Your Bowling Ball At Them But You Don’t Want To Drop Your Cig
That First Hour After LASIK Surgery
Who Needs Another Round Of Bud And Fritos?
This girl. When it comes to ale and corn chips, she means business.
99% Certain She’s His Beard
Voting In November: Choosing Scylla Or Charybdis
What Wearing Two Belts Feels Like
One word: exhilarating.
Perhaps I should have titled this Splendor in the Marigolds. I don’t think I’ve felt that level of pure bliss since the 1900s, if ever. Perhaps it’s the Nick Cannon tilt of his hat that’s got him smiling so.
Clearly they both like hats and grey vests.
Actually, the joyful prostrate man is a harvester in Bajio, Mexico in 1990, presumably done with a day’s marigold harvesting. As pretty as they look, the marigolds were solely used in chicken feed.
It’s true. Per www.fresheggsdaily.com, marigolds, as well as other plants that contain the pigment xanthophyll, are routinely added to commercial layer feed to artificially boost the color of egg yolks of the chickens eating the feed…According to a report from PoultryDVM, the entire Mexican marigold plant has been used to treat respiratory illnesses and eye issues- and feeding up to 3 grams of the dried petals to the chickens resulted in improved egg yolk color.
Now don’t go and discount egg yolk color. Do you think Neil Armstrong could have gotten to the moon if he hadn’t eaten bright yellow egg yolks for his last meal on Earth?
Actually, that’s fried chicken and peaches. The Reddit image showed Armstrong having his “customary late dinner” in March of 1969, according to the caption of the TIME/Life photo. It was stated to be his last meal before the Apollo 11 mission. But it wasn’t his last meal before taking one small step for mankind.
It was steak and eggs–and he ate the meal (mid-left) with the rest of the crew members of the moon mission, not alone with a newspaper.
Oops! I appear to have gone off on a long rabbit trail. Sorry, readers!
Letters To Jefferson, Part III
Today I share the last letter in this series, from a teen soldier who recounts his memories when he was in high school only the year prior, visiting wounded soldiers before he became one himself.
Letters To Jefferson, Part II
Letters To Jefferson, Part I
After marching in the War Chest Parade, the Jefferson High School Lassos proudly watched the rising figures on the War Chest thermometer at the United States Postal Office.
The theme of the 1945 Monticello yearbook was “The Jefferson At War” edition. Current students exchanged letters with former active-duty students to get a glimpse of what a soldier’s life was like overseas. At time of publication, they had no idea the war would be over in a matter of months, though they wrote of “complete victory certain and, perhaps, very near.”
Soldier Bob wrote to his former high school from Luzon Island in the Philippines.
Plug-Ugly Pugs
I had no idea folks used the term “plug-ugly” back in days of yore. I would have loved to hear my grandparents tell me someone’s hair was plug-ugly. But there’s a good chance they’d heard it:
Per http://www.phrases.org.uk,
The Plug Uglies were a street gang operating out of Baltimore, Maryland in the 1850s…Gangs called the Rip Raps, the Know Nothings and the Plug Uglies fought pitched battles in the streets and these events were widely reported at the time…’Plug-ugly’ is an expression mostly found in the USA. In other parts of the English-speaking world you are just as likely to hear ‘pug-ugly’, which has the same meaning.
Not only are pugs hard on the eyes, they reign as the Chevy Nova of the canine world.
No matter how you slice it, pugs are defective. And plug-ugly.
Well, maybe not this one.
Val Doonican Rocks In A Non-Threatening Way
Today we fondly remember Irish easy listening star, Val Doonican, who–according to The Guardian, a British daily newspaper—had “an easygoing, homely charm that enchanted middle England.” Such high-ish praise! A relaxed crooner, he was the Perry Como of the UK.
Could he be more chill?
Val is not a common male name; it brings to mind Valerie, either Bertinelli or the Steve Winwood song. In truth, the only other masculine Val with which I’m familiar is Mistah Val Kilmer, whose name is not short for anything. In today’s case, however, it’s short for Valentine.
Michael Valentine Doonican was born to a musical family on February 3 (the day the music died, but hadn’t yet), 1927 in Waterford, Ireland. His musical career began by playing in his school band at the age of six, then performing as a duo with buddy Bruce Clarke in 1947. I imagine he…
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