Posted on 05/28/2018 12:24:30 PM PDT by sodpoodle
Mergatroyd! Do you remember that word? Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd? ‘Heavens to Mergatroyd’!
The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her grandson about driving a Jalopy and he looked at her quizzically and said "What the heck is a Jalopy?"
OMG! He never heard of the word jalopy! She knew she was old . . . but not that old. Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.
About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included "Don't touch that dial," "Carbon copy," "You sound like a broken record" and "Hung out to dry."
Back in the olden days we had a lot of 'moxie.' We'd put on our best 'bib and tucker' to' straighten up and fly right'.
Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy Moley!
We were 'in like Flynn' and 'living the life of Riley'', and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. ‘Not for all the tea in China’!
Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the ducktail; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers . . . AND DON'T FORGET . . . Saddle Stitched Pants.
"Oh, my aching back!" "Kilroy was here", but he isn't anymore.
We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, Well, I'll be 'a monkey's uncle!' Or, This is a 'fine kettle of fish'! We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.
Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind. We blink, and they're gone.
Where have all those great phrases gone? (My Favorite) "Let's all go to the beach Saturday".
Long gone: Pshaw, ‘The milkman did it’. ‘Hey! It's your nickel’, ‘Don't forget to pull the chain’. ‘Knee high to a grasshopper’. ‘Well, Fiddlesticks’! ‘Going like sixty.’ ‘I'll see you in the funny papers.’ ‘Don't take any wooden nickels.’ ‘Wake up and smell the roses’.
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions ‘than Carter has liver pills’. This can be disturbing stuff! (“Carter's Little Liver Pills" are gone too!)
We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It's one of the greatest advantages of aging.
Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth?
See ya later, alligator! Okey Dokey!
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50'S. NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN. WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS BACK THEN: - OUR MEMORIES – ALAS, I SEEM TO BE LOSING MINE A LITTLE BIT AT A TIME.
U sed it
‘Heavens to Murgatroyd’ is American in origin and dates from the mid 20th century. The expression was popularized by the cartoon character Snagglepuss - a regular on the Yogi Bear Show in the 1960s, and is a variant of the earlier ‘heavens to Betsy’.
My Dad likes to call whatever car I drive(including the brand new one) a buggy. He’s always used the word, but I’ve never told him I hate the word “buggy” for a car.
Finer than frog hair
Split three ways and
Twice as slick!
Change of Pace;
After 35 years of marriage, a husband and wife came for counseling. When asked what the problem was, the wife went into a tirade listing every problem they had ever had in all the years they had been married. On and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of unmet needs she endured. Finally, after allowing this for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking the wife to stand, he embraced and kissed her long and passionately as her husband watched - with a raised eyebrow. The woman shut up and quietly sat down in a daze. The therapist turned to the husband and said, “This is what your wife needs at least 3 times a week. Can you do this?” “Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays…………..but I deer hunt on Fridays.
Lol!
“See ya later, alligator! Okey Dokey!”
No, it’s “See ya later, alligator!” “In a while, crocodile!”
They spelled it wrong. It's "Murgatroyd."
Was he the “Exit stage left” guy?
I’m giving you a couple bits for the tip. Most these people don’t now their ass from an apple cart anyway
I thought that was from Walt Disney’s “Pinocchio,” my FRiend.
I remember another one also...”not too soon you big baboon”.
Thank you sodpoodle for the humor. I have two to add:
A woman asks her husband if he’d like some breakfast. “Would you like bacon and eggs, perhaps? A slice of toast and maybe some grapefruit and coffee?” she asks.
He declines. “Thanks for asking, but I’m not hungry right now. It’s this Viagra,” he says. “It’s really taken the edge off my appetite.”
At lunch time, she asks if he would like something. “A bowl of soup, homemade muffins, or a cheese sandwich?” she inquires. He declines. “The Viagra,” he says, “really trashes my desire for food.”
Come dinnertime, she asks if he wants anything to eat. “Would you like a juicy porterhouse steak and scrumptious apple pie? Or maybe a rotisserie chicken, or tasty stir fry?” He declines again. “Nah, still not hungry.”
“Well,” she said, “would you mind letting me up? I’m starving.”
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Thoughts to ponder:
1. I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes.
2. There are two kinds of pedestrians: the quick and the dead.
3. Life is sexually transmitted.
4. Healthy is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
5. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
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I’m not that old, relatively speaking (62), but I frequently have to stop and translate the words, expressions, slang, and idioms I employ in my lectures to late teen/early twenties college students.
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“Or right evennn.”
That was a swell article.
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