Scribal Terror

Pink Iris

Nother Warren pic. Be sure to open up the full-size version.

Pinks

Photo by Warren

Class Photo, c. 1917

This is Garfield School, Cincinnati Ohio--the same elementary school I attended in the fifties. My father is the third from the left in the back row. He was the class clown and often resorted to dropping his pants for a cheap laugh.

Clerihew

Would this be an appropriate medium for Star Wars characters? For television talk show hosts? For bloggers? Indubitably. Here is a classic:

Sir Humphrey Davy
Abominated gravy.
He lived in the odium
Of having discovered sodium.
--Edmund Clerihew Bentley

Blogging Study Question

Photo by Warren

Is elephant blogging any more respectable than cat blogging? Why or why not?

Dove Creek, Colorado, c. 1921

JWebb's mother and grandmother (the one with the rifle)

Huntress

Photo by Craig. (Be sure to go see Diana's answer.)

He Ran Away and Joined the Circus

This was my father's father's father. His name was Hugo Grosse; he was a German immigrant and, at least for a while in his misspent youth, a trapeze artist. He appears to be saying, "Yeah, it's trimmed in lace. You got a problem with that?"

Battlefield Musicology

On being under fire from enemy sentries, one Union soldier observed:

It is a very good place to exercise the mind, with the enemy's picket rattling close at hand. A musical ear can study the different tones of the bullets as they skim through the air. I caught the pitch of a large-sized Minie yesterday ‑ it was a swell from E flat to F, and as it passed into the distance and lost its velocity, receded to D ‑ a very pretty change.

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