Size Does NOT Matter
In our last thrilling installment, we considered postcards which made jokes about couples who were mismatched in waist size: a round man and a spindly woman or vice versa. But apparently the postcard cartoonists found disparity in height to be nearly as hilarious. The tall man and the short(er) woman gave rise to jokes…
Round Romance
Hereintofore, this space has discussed the lives of large round people on postcards. Our most recent considerations have especially focused on the large round man, with or without the apparently standard checkered suit and cigar. We have even touched briefly on the slender young ladies who are often another accessory of the round man.…
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 17
Muzak and mistletoe but more to the point were the mugs of egg nog clustered under a large statue of a bandaged finger in flight. Not far away. Trays of glasses—wine and soup—surrounded an artwork made up of the exclamation points from a hundred junked typewriters. Mugs and cups had been in straight lines…
FICTION FRIDAY: Forbidden Rites for the Lovelorn
“What is the meaning of this?” “Oh, mighty Aesterorglym!” “Who said…oh, down there. Another human, is it?” “Yes, oh ancient wise one! I have performed your ceremony as called for in the Nekropedicon.” “That’s loaded with typos, but you’re here. Are long purple noses in style among you evanescent scum?”…
Toes On Sand
I was on my way somewhere else. Not Fort Lauderdale “Action City USA”, as advertised on this beachfront postcard. I was really just listing some Summer Vacation postcards online, as I like my sales to be reflective, or a little ahead, of the season. And, anyway, I didn’t have all that much to sell…
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter16
No one attempted to kill Matt that afternoon. Outside the city building, a light snow gave the huddling, hustling crowds a bit of sparkle. The sight lowered Matt’s blood pressure. He slowed down to enjoy the array on the plaza: the big Christmas tree with perhaps too many snowmen hanging on it, the massive…
FICTION FRIDAY: Red, White, and Ballyhoo
“You around, Uncle Jack?” “Down here.” “So, Happy Quarter Mill…wow!” “Looks different, huh?” “What happened? Your lab used to be filled to the walls with bins and baskets of spare parts and broken handles and….” “Got rid of ‘em.” “That must have been a truckload or two for…
Where the Flavor Was
Keep reminding yourself, as we move into the fifth episode of a series on smokers on postcards which began with a statement that there AREN’T that many, that entire books can be written on smoking in the movies and on television. So there. Some postcard smokers were celebrities who needed tobacco to complete their…
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 15
Not only had Matt had the joy of getting up late this morning, but in rushing to make a lunch, he had realized he had not picked up anything to replace the turkey he’d finally finished. Today he had to make do with dry rye bread and even drier cheese. The apple turned out…
Blowing a Cloud, Taking a Puff
Considering that the original premise of this series of columns was the relative scarcity of postcards showing people indulging in tobacco, compared to movies and TV shows of the same era, we have been showing off examples for a while now. But I maintain my original opinion. Joe Friday or Paul Drake probably lit…
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