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|#5146||Providence, New Jersey, is one of the few cities where Velveeta cheese|
appears on the gourmet shelf.
|#5147||San Francisco isn't what it used to be, and it never was.|
-- Herb Caen
|#5148||Seattle is so wet that people protect their property with watch-ducks.|
|#5149||Seems that a pollster was taking a worldwide opinion poll.|
Her question was, "Excuse me; what's your opinion on the meat shortage?"
In Texas, the answer was "What's a shortage?"
In Poland, the answer was "What's meat?"
In the Soviet Union, the answer was "What's an opinion?"
In New York City, the answer was "What's excuse me?"
|#5150|| Some 1500 miles west of the Big Apple we find the Minneapple, a|
haven of tranquility in troubled times. It's a good town, a civilized town.
A town where they still know how to get your shirts back by Thursday. Let
the Big Apple have the feats of "Broadway Joe" Namath. We have known the
stolid but steady Killebrew. Listening to Cole Porter over a dry martini
may well suit those unlucky enough never to have heard the Whoopee John Polka
Band and never to have shared a pitcher of 3.2 Grain Belt Beer. The loss is
theirs. And the Big Apple has yet to bake the bagel that can match peanut
butter on lefse. Here is a town where the major urban problem is dutch elm
disease and the number one crime is overtime parking. We boast more theater
per capita than the Big Apple. We go to see, not to be seen. We go even
when we must shovel ten inches of snow from the driveway to get there. Indeed
the winters are fierce. But then comes the marvel of the Minneapple summer.
People flock to the city's lakes to frolic and rejoice at the sight of so
much happy humanity free from the bonds of the traditional down-filled parka.
Here's to the Minneapple. And to its people. Our flair for style is balanced
by a healthy respect for wind chill factors.
And we always, always eat our vegetables.
This is the Minneapple.
|#5151||Someone did a study of the three most-often-heard phrases in New York|
City. One is "Hey, taxi." Two is, "What train do I take to get to
Bloomingdale's?" And three is, "Don't worry. It's just a flesh wound."
-- David Letterman
|#5152|| "Somewhere", said Father Vittorini, "did Blake not speak of the|
Machineries of Joy? That is, did not God promote environments, then
intimidate these Natures by provoking the existence of flesh, toy men and
women, such as are we all? And thus happily sent forth, at our best, with
good grace and fine wit, on calm noons, in fair climes, are we not God's
Machineries of Joy?"
"If Blake said that", said Father Brian, "he never lived in Dublin."
-- R. Bradbury, "The Machineries of Joy"
|#5153||The Almighty in His infinite wisdom did not see fit to create Frenchmen|
in the image of Englishmen.
-- Winston Churchill, 1942
|#5154||The American nation in the sixth ward is a fine people; they love the|
eagle -- on the back of a dollar.
-- Finlay Peter Dunne
|#5155||The Anglo-Saxon conscience does not prevent the Anglo-Saxon from|
sinning, it merely prevents him from enjoying his sin.
--Salvador De Madariaga
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