High Notes 04-07-2016 – various quotes
Desmond Tutu said, “When the white man came to Africa, they had the Bible and we had the land. They said ‘Let us pray.’ We closed our eyes. When we opened them, we had the Bible and they had the land.”
Howard Hughes said: “I’m not a paranoid deranged millionaire. Doggone it, I’m a billionaire.”
Jean Kerr said: “The only reason they say ‘Women and children first’ is to test the strength of the lifeboats.”
Jeff Foxworthy said: “You know you’re a redneck if your home has wheels and your car doesn’t.”
Harrison Ford said: “Wood burns faster when you have to cut it yourself.”
Jimmy Durante said: “Home cooking… where many a man thinks his wife is.”
Robert Benchley said: “I have kleptomania, but when it gets bad, I take something for it!”
I gleaned these from an email from someone who gleaned them from the internet!
Henry B. McKee, was a one-legged barber, who had a shop at the rear of The Mound Park Pharmacy, on Grant Street. He’d proudly rap on his artificial leg, which made a hollow wooden sound. What I’m wondering is, why would a one-legged man choose a profession which demanded standing during working hours?
Mr. McKee was one fine man though, with a good sense of humor, and he and his wife had a talking parrot at home, which I could visit sometimes when I passed their daily newspaper. The McKee’s lived in a small cottage just the second door east of Hutchins on Grant.
Speaking of parrots, Lowell (Mouse) McLaughlin, turned 80-years young recently and his wife and family held a small gathering of friends at the Market Street Café. A nice affair, and Mouse spoke and re-told his parrot story involving Nell Harry, who kept a big green talking parrot, named Polly, in her kitchen. Mouse was a meter reader for Columbia Gas for many years, and said he knocked on the rear door of the Vinton Avenue Harry home, and he heard “Who is it?” He forgot about the parrot, and when nobody came to the door, he knocked again, and again, getting the same result. “Finally I peeked into the kitchen through a small window, and saw the bird!”
Come to think of it, I believe the Mckee’s parrot was also named Polly!
Do you remember the store called Candyland, on the corner of Second and Market Street? They kept a talking Myna bird in a cage in the store.
High Notes 04-07-2016 – various quotes
Desmond Tutu said, “When the white man came to Africa, they had the Bible and we had the land. They said ‘Let us pray.’ We closed our eyes. When we opened them, we had the Bible and they had the land.”
Howard Hughes said: “I’m not a paranoid deranged millionaire. Doggone it, I’m a billionaire.”
Jean Kerr said: “The only reason they say ‘Women and children first’ is to test the strength of the lifeboats.”
Jeff Foxworthy said: “You know you’re a redneck if your home has wheels and your car doesn’t.”
Harrison Ford said: “Wood burns faster when you have to cut it yourself.”
Jimmy Durante said: “Home cooking… where many a man thinks his wife is.”
Robert Benchley said: “I have kleptomania, but when it gets bad, I take something for it!”
I gleaned these from an email from someone who gleaned them from the internet!
Henry B. McKee, was a one-legged barber, who had a shop at the rear of The Mound Park Pharmacy, on Grant Street. He’d proudly rap on his artificial leg, which made a hollow wooden sound. What I’m wondering is, why would a one-legged man choose a profession which demanded standing during working hours?
Mr. McKee was one fine man though, with a good sense of humor, and he and his wife had a talking parrot at home, which I could visit sometimes when I passed their daily newspaper. The McKee’s lived in a small cottage just the second door east of Hutchins on Grant.
Speaking of parrots, Lowell (Mouse) McLaughlin, turned 80-years young recently and his wife and family held a small gathering of friends at the Market Street Café. A nice affair, and Mouse spoke and re-told his parrot story involving Nell Harry, who kept a big green talking parrot, named Polly, in her kitchen. Mouse was a meter reader for Columbia Gas for many years, and said he knocked on the rear door of the Vinton Avenue Harry home, and he heard “Who is it?” He forgot about the parrot, and when nobody came to the door, he knocked again, and again, getting the same result. “Finally I peeked into the kitchen through a small window, and saw the bird!”
Come to think of it, I believe the Mckee’s parrot was also named Polly!
Do you remember the store called Candyland, on the corner of Second and Market Street? They kept a talking Myna bird in a cage in the store.
High Notes 04-07-2016 – various quotes
