The Wit & Wisdom of Foghorn Leghorn
A chill enveloped northern Illinois today. Mild compared to the arctic waves inevitably coming in future months, but still a sizable drop compared with Sunday or Monday. Winter's in his dressing room, getting ready for his big show.
A virus has blown through as well -- only through our house, as far as I'm concerned. Ann stayed home today with a mid-level cold. Treatment: bed rest, fluids, cartoons. I was feeling it too, but maybe my more experienced immune system held it off better. I sneezed and blew my nose from time to time, but I still filed the stories I need to file.
I also watched a few cartoons with her. One was "Strangled Eggs," a late (1961) Foghorn Leghorn vehicle. Been a while since I've seen any of those. During my major cartoon-watching years, Foghorn Leghorn was a Warner-stable favorite of mine. He still is. I can appreciate him better now, in fact. Such lines as these (from "Strangled Eggs") would have meant little to me at Ann's age:
"Bare, I say, bare as a cooch dancer's midriff."
(Said as he looks at his empty cupboard. I had to look up that old slang.)
"I got, I say, I got this boy as fidgety as a bubble dancer with a slow leak."
(More burlesque. What don't we know about Foghorn Leghorn?)
"My pappy used to say, 'Shoemaker, stick to your last.' And this is my last!"
(Said as he failed to get what he wanted, right at the end of the cartoon.)