“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”
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Seaside Plus
This was mentioned in our last examination of old postcards featuring round people, but it is largely borne out by this latest acquisition of postcards. These folks DO seem to know how to have a good time. Last time, we discussed gentlemen in their fancy gaudy suits. The ladies, however, tend to goContinue reading “Seaside Plus”
WEDNESDAY FICTION: In the Details
“So I get three wishes? Say yes or I’ll stick you back in the bottle.” “Yes, my mistress, you are to receive, to the best of my ability, three wishes.” “Good. I had to slaughter the entire Psiclysmian royal family, AND their horses and dogs, for access to the chest where theyContinue reading “WEDNESDAY FICTION: In the Details”
Just Take a Seat
We have discussed, hereintofore, a number of important props used by courting couples on postcards of a hundred years ago or thereabouts. We have discussed park benches, rowboats, and hammocks. But romance is nothing if not inventive (say several websites that have turned up on my computer for absolutely NO REASON) and there wereContinue reading “Just Take a Seat”
Not a Chance?
One of the most reliable gambits for the cartoonists preparing our postcards in days of old was marital discord. And among the prime choices of causes for marital discord was one that just about any postcard buyer could sympathize with was financing said marriage. Long before a genius noted that “Romance without finance ain’tContinue reading “Not a Chance?”
Lots To Say
It has been a while since we have discussed the postcard which is all, or nearly all, words. Our ancestors were great fans of an art form which some prefer to call poetry, though sometimes the same sentiments were written in a paragraph that didn’t pretend to be anything but prose. I don’t knowContinue reading “Lots To Say”
Excuses, Excuses
Well, we’re sneaking up on spring, or vice versa, and I’m sure you’ll remember that fine old line: “In spring, a young man’s fancy turns lightly to what the young ladies have been thinking about all winter.” Postcards were never shy about romance, and the artists responsible for the images on postcards knewContinue reading “Excuses, Excuses”
FICTION FRIDAY: Rendezvous
“Oh no! Who’s that out there?” “Hush, darlin’. Ain’t no one but me.” “At last! I’ve been waiting…. I wish we didn’t have to meet up in the old burying ground!” “Well, Nellie Belle, I cain’t come into town. Not since they figgered out who looted the stage an’ broke theContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Rendezvous”
Ooze Oo R Ooo?
If you hate baby talk, you have a lot of company. One of Irving Berlin’s lesser hit songs dealt with how it set his teeth on edge, and I have been running through the bookshelves in my brain to come up with authors who made the attempt successfully. I had no problem with aContinue reading “Ooze Oo R Ooo?”
FUZZ ORDAINED: Olivia and Griff
Olivia took hold of her collar with both hands. “It’s going to rain,” she stated. “It’s not going to rain.” Griffin shook his hair back. “Besides, thunder and lightning will make it even better.” Olivia’s lips pulled in. Griffin realized that he’d have had a better chance if he’d said the secondContinue reading “FUZZ ORDAINED: Olivia and Griff”
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