Marsha R. says, “When I read about the new craft brewery starting in Baton Rouge, and its statement ‘We want to focus on Southern and local ingredients,’ I immediately began thinking about names for their products.”
Here are a few of her suggested names. I’m sure our clever readers can come up with more Southern-inspired names:
Grits ’N’ Schlitz
Judy B. has another “girls in pants” story:
“When I was in high school in Nebraska the ’60s, I was the first one to biology class one day. Stretched out on the table was a blonde girl in a blue-and-white jogging suit. I thought maybe she fainted and someone went for help, since there was nobody else there.
“Then it dawned on me that girls were not allowed to wear pants to school.
“That was my introduction to the ‘Resusci Anne’ mannequin they used to practice CPR on.”
Name that ritual
For a Saturday feature, the folks here at The Advocate would like to know the rituals you use to ensure a Tigers’ victory over the Crimson Tide.
Do you wear a certain garment, eat a certain food, follow a certain pattern the day of the game, or what?
We’ve got a feeling that a lot of you go through these little rituals, and we’d like to know about them.
Send them to firstname.lastname@example.org. No prize, but you might get your name in the paper.
U.S. Hair Farce
Glen Balentine says our discussion of curfews and hair and dress lengths in the ’70s reminded him of a cartoon in his 1970 Alexandria High School student newspaper when he was sports editor.
It showed two people totally covered with hair, down to the ground. One asked the other, “Did they send you home because your hair was too long?”
The other pile of hair replied, “No, because my dress was too short.”
Susan Koehler, of Metairie, says, “In the Tuesday Advocate’s sports section, in an article, ‘The view from Tuscaloosa’ (by an AP sportswriter), I found out that LSU’s football coach is ‘Nick Miles.’
“It must be a very strange view from Tuscaloosa...”
Mom fixed it!
Henrietta Didier, of Rayne, says, “Speaking of fixing speeding tickets, when my six sons and three daughters were still at home, I found out that some of my sons were going to our neighbor, the assistant district attorney, to get him to fix their tickets.
“I drove to his office and told him I wanted him to stop fixing their tickets, then went home and told them what I did.”
Chew on this!
Our story on the scarcity of bubble gum during World War II, making it a prized items for kids, brought this recollection from Rita:
“When my father was given a box of Double Bubble gum, my mother cut each piece in four, and my sister and I made that box last a very long time.”
Special People Dept.
Willie Johnson celebrates his 100th birthday on Wednesday.
Dr. Anton Reel, of Amber Terrace Assisted Living in Baton Rouge, celebrates his 96th birthday on Wednesday.
Frances Lithgoe celebrated her 92nd birthday on Tuesday. She is a World War II veteran, serving in the U.S. Navy WAVES.
Maria Compagno, of Kenner, celebrates her 91st birthday on Wednesday. She was a resident of New Orleans’ Lakeview area before Hurricane Katrina.
Joyce Hawkins, of Central, says, “After my husband’s visit to the eye doctor, I asked, ‘What did the doctor say?’
“He stated the doctor told him he had immaculate conception.
“He really has macular degeneration.”
Alex Chapman, of Ville Platte, was describing his trouble with vision in his right eye and reported that he had a “Cadillac.” (More likely cataract.)
A couple of stories about animal anatomy:
Patricia Rachal Stallman, of St. Francisville, says when her son, now 43, was 3, “he and his sister had two parakeets they named Lovey Pretty (female) and Lovey Cuckoo (male). I am sorry to report that Lovey Pretty was a terrible nag, fussing and pecking at poor Lovey Cuckoo way too much.
“On one occasion, my son said, exhorting the worn-down little fellow, ‘Duke up your beak, Lovey Cuckoo!’
“Since Lovey C had no hands, he couldn’t very well ‘put up his dukes.’ ”
Jim Jurasinski says, “My wife, Nancy, and I vacation in Biloxi, Mississippi, every year, and became Biloxi Shuckers baseball fans this summer.
“One version of the ‘Angry Oyster’ logo shows the oyster holding a bat.
“I am constantly tormented by the question, ‘Where is the strike zone for an oyster?’ ”
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