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Bernard Arnault $68.4B -$9.54B -$36.9B France Consumer1 Jeff Bezos $105B -$8.14B -$10.1B United States Technology2 Bill Gates $98.0B -$6.98B -$15.1B United States Technology3 Warren Buffett $70.2B -$6.77B -$19.1B United States Diversified
I had fun thinking about these fun words—hope you will too.
Ahhhhh SO GOOD!!! I remember seeing or hearing
almost every one of these!
Thanks to the Greatest Generation.
Murgatroyd!   Do you remember that word?  Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word Murgatroyd?  Heavens to Murgatroyd!
The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her quizzically and said, “What the heck is a Jalopy?” He had never heard of the word jalopy! She knew she was old … But not that old.
Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.
About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included: Don’t touch that dial, Carbon copy, You sound like a broken record, and Hung out to dry.
Back in the olden days, we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker, to straighten up and fly right.
Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy Moley!
We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley ; and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!
Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the DA.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.
Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore.
We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, “Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!” Or, “This is a fine kettle of fish!” We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.
Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind. We blink, and they’re gone. Where have all those great phrases gone?
Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee-high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter’s Little Liver Pills are gone too!)
We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child, each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging!
It leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth…
See ya later, alligator! Okidoki.
You’ll notice they left out “Monkey Business”!!!
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 40 & 50’S ….
NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN … WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS: LIVING IN THE PEACEFUL AND COMFORTABLE TIMES.
Beware the sound of silence !!!! and (Beware of TRUMP!!!)
Sarah was in the fertilized egg business.    She had several hundred young pullets and ten roosters to fertilize the eggs. She kept records and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced. This took a lot of time, so she bought some tiny bells and attached them to her roosters.
Each bell had a different tone, so she could tell from a distance which rooster was performing. Now, she could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just listening to the bells.
Sarah’s favorite rooster, old Butch, was a very fine specimen but, this morning she noticed old Butch’s bell hadn’t rung at all! When she went to investigate, she saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.
To Sarah’s amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn’t ring.    He’d sneak up on a pullet, do his job, and walk on to the next one.
Sarah was so proud of old Butch, she entered him in a Show and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.
The result was the judges not only awarded old Butch the “No Bell Peace Prize” they also awarded him the “Pulletsurprise” as well.
Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making. Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the unsuspecting populace and screwing them when they weren’t paying attention?
Vote carefully in the next election. You can’t always hear the bells.
Chicken Trump
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(If you don’t send this on, you’re chicken    ……    no yolk! )
The Irish See Things As They Areâ© or The Irish See Trump As He IsFather O’Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day inhis new Washington D.C. Parish. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside.He then noticed there was . . . A donkey lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.He promptly called the White House. The conversation went like this:“Good morning. This is Donald Trump, How might I help you?”“And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father O’Malley at St. Ann’sCatholic Church. There’s a donkey lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o’yer lads to take care of the matter?”Trump, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the Irishaccent, thought he would have a little fun with the good father, andreplied, “Well now Father, it was always my impression that you peopletook care of the last rites!”There was dead silence on the line for a moment . . . Father O’Malley thenreplied: “Aye,’ tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to call thenext of kin first – which is the reason for me call.”
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