“A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!” cried a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooge’s nephew, who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach. “Bah!” said Scrooge. “Humbug!” He had so heated himself with rapid walking in the fog and frost, this nephew ofContinue reading “SCREEN SCROOGES: Fred”
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Volume of Memories III
Among the books I own which I preserve not because I’ll ever read them is a slender volume on why we must enforce the local laws against feeding wild birds. This was given to me by someone who found it disgusting, and wanted me to read itso I would understand what intolerant people thereContinue reading “Volume of Memories III”
Looking Ahead
I know what you’re thinking, after seeing that postcard, but no, we are not continuing our discussion of how hilarious our ancestors considered the spanking od miscreants. I have been told my last discussion was in questionable taste, and we know that is a death sentence in today’s world of humor. I thought weContinue reading “Looking Ahead”
SCREEN SCROOGES It’s Cold
Once upon a time—of all good days in the year, on Christmas Eve—old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house. It was cold, bleak, biting weather: foggy withal: and he could hear people in the court outside, go wheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon the pavement-stonesContinue reading “SCREEN SCROOGES It’s Cold”
Roadster Rage
In previous columns derived from postcards in my “Vacation” file, we have considered the early days of the camper and the way cartoonists saw American automobiles moving from squarish to rounded to squarish again. I have a few postcards left in this stack and noticed a separate phenomenon which the cartoonists can help usContinue reading “Roadster Rage”
On the Road Again
When I was poking through my inventory of vacation-related postcards in quest of a subject for this column (and deciding I will not write about vacations as long as I am still wearing my winter coat when I venture outside) I noticed that every cartoonist has a personal way of drawing cars. Cars haveContinue reading “On the Road Again”
SCREEN SCROOGES: Our Hero
Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointedContinue reading “SCREEN SCROOGES: Our Hero”
Home Away From Home
I went riffling through my postcards in search of inspiration for today’s column. The first thing that occurred to me was that riffling counts as wear and tear, and probably lowers the value of the postcards involved. Like a lot of people, I understand the risks of my bad habits; it’s just that IContinue reading “Home Away From Home”
Bumbershoots
I regard the coming of spring or fall as similar to getting over a bad cold. There’s no great trumpet-blared moment marking the border between the extreme and the moderate seasons; you just realize one day that you don’t notice those old symptoms any more, and haven’t for a while and, by golly, youContinue reading “Bumbershoots”
Screen Scrooges: To Begin With
STAVE ONE: Marley’s Ghost Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it; and Scrooge’s name was good upon ‘Change, for anything he chose to put his handContinue reading “Screen Scrooges: To Begin With”
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