Somewhere around number nine thousand six hundred thirty-seven on my list of things to worry about when I go to bed at night is the thought that a distant civilization of which we know nothing will one day come to Earth and, finding the inhabitants all dead from eating too much tapioca meat loaf,Continue reading “Fish Optional”
Tag Archives: Postcards
Angling for Adventure
I know how disappointed you were on Friday, thinking we had wrapped up our discussion of fishing postcards so soon. Well, be of good cheer, Pecan Chowder, we have not yet covered the full scope of the fishing postcard. (I’m not sure it CAN be covered at this point, as the pool of knowledgeContinue reading “Angling for Adventure”
Hook, Line, Stinker
In our last thrilling episode, as no doubt you recall, we discussed the extremely popular fishing postcard, and the tales it told of the success of the folks who dedicated their time and effort to the sport. Cards extolled the joys of heading out at dawn to return with quite reasonable (record-breaking) castches. Continue reading “Hook, Line, Stinker”
Jokes About Poles
I think the time has come to address the five hundred pound walrus in the room. There was a time, hinted at hereintofore, when people sent postcards the way we send texts: it was a quick, easy, cheap method of communication. But times changed. The number of postal deliveries declined, the price ofContinue reading “Jokes About Poles”
Did They Mean That?
So in this column, I take my reputation as a scholar of elderly humor in my hands, and carry it gently through a minefield of postcards where I have to admit I may not be getting ALL the joke. Perhaps the publishers of these cards intended more naughtiness than is coming through, and perhapsContinue reading “Did They Mean That?”
Yeah, They Meant That
Last week, we considered a few postcards from days gone by which might today be considered dirtier than they were originally intended. This was not meant to be some sort of argument that our ancestors were clueless when it came to sex. How do you think they got to be ancestors, after all? Continue reading “Yeah, They Meant That”
They Didn’t Mean It That Way
I hope we have established that our ancestors who sent (or at least bought) postcards were not babes in the woods. We have discussed what they thought about having a bear behind, and looked over those people admitted they had tired donkeys, or suggested you spank their donkeys. We have looked at a fewContinue reading “They Didn’t Mean It That Way”
YOUR Future
It is not often I feel I must perform a public service, and when I feel like that, I generally lie down for a while until the urge goes away. This is why I will never be a star on social media. But this postcard was such a strain to me I thoughtContinue reading “YOUR Future”
Poor Deluded Girl
In my ongoing quest for elderly humor in the world of postcards, U have run across many examples of what I call the Deluded Lover Gag. This involves someone, usually a young woman, who has not checked to see who has reached out for a personal touch, but simply assumes she knows the personContinue reading “Poor Deluded Girl”
Wait, What? II
In our last thrilling episode, we took up the question of postcards with slightly surprising content. U grew up being told, don’t you recall, that the nineteenth century was an era of repression and tight-lipped prudery which forbade books by male and female authors to sit on the same shelf (unless they were married.) Continue reading “Wait, What? II”
