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Quaintuplets: Soapsuds, pt. 2

     “Well, um, I, er, don’t dance very much.”  Soapsuds waved a hand back toward the ballroom without looking.  “One of those other ladies would probably make a much better partner.”      “I’ve danced with most of them already.  I have to dance with all the ladies, you see.”      Soapsuds thought this was interesting,Continue reading “Quaintuplets: Soapsuds, pt. 2”

Three of the Culprits

     This column frequently touts the work of postcard cartoonists Walter Wellman and Ray Walters, with occasional salutes to other people whose work is now easiest to find on fossilized tweets from the past.  But the collections coming in to inventory over the past month or so have included the work of several artists weContinue reading “Three of the Culprits”

QUAINTUPLETS: Soapsuds, Pt. 1

    In Slingtown, there lived a young woman named Slaughnir, but nobody called her that because nobody could pronounce it.  Even her mother, who had found the name in a book, didn’t know what it sounded like.  So for the first few years of her life, everyone called Slaughnir “Baby”.      Slaughnir’s mother died whenContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Soapsuds, Pt. 1”

Wonder Winterland

     I resent global warming.  I want the seasons back the way I remember them.  It isn’t a matter of “When I was a kid”.  It’s a matter of “fourteen or fifteen years ago, I could rely on one really good, solid blizzard every winter.”  But noooo, all you people who drive to work andContinue reading “Wonder Winterland”

FICTION…TRUE FACTS WEDNESDAY: Peeping Tom

     Not quite a thousand years ago, there lived in the city of Coventry a tailor known as Tom O’Thneedle, which was neighborhood talk for “Tom of the Needle”.  The O’Thneedles had been tailors for time out of mind.  Tom’s grandfather liked to talk about the days when things were tough for tailors, before theContinue reading “FICTION…TRUE FACTS WEDNESDAY: Peeping Tom”

QUAINTUPLETS: Mirror, Mirror, Burning Bright

     All mirrors are magic, of course.  Some are more magic than others, that’s all, so we call them magic mirrors.  This distinguishes them from the mirrors we look at so often that we forget about their magic.      Several mirrors were made which would show any scene requested, or answer questions about things farContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Mirror, Mirror, Burning Bright”

Delight in de Window

     Now, in pursuing my research on your behalf into the question of peeping Tom postcards (there’s no end to the trouble I go to for your reading enjoyment, but that’s just the kind of blogger I am),  I thought I would consider the question of what is NOT a peeping Tom postcard.      ForContinue reading “Delight in de Window”

Sorry, Tom (or) Not Safe On the Sidelines

     Do you know where we get the phrase “Peeping Tom” for a man who tries to get a look at women in a state of undress?  Well, that’s a pity, because I’m going to tell you the story anyhow.      There are plenty of versions of the story of Lady Godiva.  My favorite isContinue reading “Sorry, Tom (or) Not Safe On the Sidelines”

QUAINTUPLETS: Lyall Whistle-Lips

     In the damp northern land of Tarrefol, a young man named Lyall worked as a shepherd.  Every day, he took his village’s sheep to the hills north of town where they could feed on the green grass.      His job was to see that at least as many sheep came home at night asContinue reading “QUAINTUPLETS: Lyall Whistle-Lips”