Cheers and my thanks to Bruce and Aubrey for sending me this
This is an oldie, but still a goodie.
All the expressions are now replaced with the F*#*k bomb
The days of innocence are gone. It’s a new world called progress.
Mergatroyd!
Do you remember
that word? Would you believe the 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 son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked
at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?" He had 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 D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle
skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.
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?
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!)
Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth...
See ya later,
alligator!
Okeydokey.
You'll notice
they left out "Monkey Business"!!!
We are the
children of the fabulous '50s. No one will ever have that opportunity again. We
were given one of our most precious gifts: living in the peaceful and comfortable
times, created for us by the "greatest generation!"
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