Farther down, the path was bordered by tall pink walls that had blue eagles carved into them. Jack did not like these. Little blue dots on the pink seemed to shift as he watched, and the glittering jeweled eyes of the eagles appeared to be following his progress as he and the fox movedContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Boy Who Woudln’t Cry Wolf, Pt. 2”
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Woman’s Work?
As you will of course recall from our last thrilling episode, we were considering what vintage postcards had to show us about women in the workforce, especially in jobs traditionally associated with men. The main conclusion we drew from the examples was that the postcard artists were less interested in reviewing current societal normsContinue reading “Woman’s Work?”
Man’s Work?
The First Golden Age of Postcards, when the fad was at its peak and millions of these little analog text messages were selling every year, roughly from 1907 to 1914, saw a growing public notice of the movement of women into the work force. Women had always kind of BEEN part of the workContinue reading “Man’s Work?”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Boy Who Wouldn’t Cry Wolf, Pt. 1
You probably recall that there was once a town that lost all its wool and mutton because the boy who was hired to tend the sheep got bored. He took to hollering “Wolf!” when there was no wolf, just to see all the townsfolk turning out to help him. Naturally, the one time thereContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: The Boy Who Wouldn’t Cry Wolf, Pt. 1”
FICTION FRIDAY: Pyramid Power Down
“Ready for that three o-clock appoint…oh, it’s you.” “I’ve got it this time. I truly have.” “Mr. Forsyth, we at the Society for the Proliferation of Conspiracy Knowledge have a lot to do since the invention of online communication. We have bent over backward to try and disseminate your pyramid theory, butContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Pyramid Power Down”
Pooling Our Imaginations
This was a popular postcard when I listed it for sale. I was grateful that potential buyers were interested, but mildly confused. It is not ESPECIALLY old (that it advertises cable available in each room makes it younger than I am, so it’s practically brand new). And then I spotted it. It wouldContinue reading “Pooling Our Imaginations”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Coffey and the Beansprouts, pt. 2
Coffey told his mother the whole story over lunch. The discussion of what the cat deserved as a reward went on all afternoon. Mistress Klotsch agreed that any cat who let them have a magic frying pan deserved something appropriate. “Why don’t you take it a jar of applesauce?” she suggested. “We haveContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Coffey and the Beansprouts, pt. 2”
Calling Up the Past
One of the saddest bits of joke archaeology is running across fossils: jokes which were once alive and kicking, quivering with excitement at the laugh that would be forthcoming when the audience heard it for the eighty-third time. Sometimes they do not realize they have been told for the last time, and wait inContinue reading “Calling Up the Past”
Fearsome Felines
I suppose it was inevitable. Now that Christmas shopping officially begins on Green Tuesday (the first Tuesday after October 12), it should not have surprised me to learn that Spooky Season begins September 1, which this year was less than a week after pumpkin spice officially returned to our latte. This being the case,Continue reading “Fearsome Felines”
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Coffey & the Beansprouts, pt. 1
In the golden wage, when there were no cats, and geese occasionally laid expensive but inedible eggs, a woman known to her neighbors as Madame Klotsch owned a very successful apple orchard. She sold apple cider, apple fritters, apple chips, apple dumplings, apple pies, and, when the occasion arose, plain apples. And because MistressContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Coffey & the Beansprouts, pt. 1”
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