Dear Smiley: I want to thank you — or at least one of your readers — for clearing up (in the Oct. 9 column) a 47-year-old mystery for me. Namely, just exactly what cush-cush is.
You see, 47 years ago I was ushered into the Cow Palace, along with a few thousand other freshmen, to learn some of LSU’s famous cheers.
In those days, ROTC was all the rage. Half of us were sent to one side, Air Force. And the other side was Army.
For the next two hours each side screamed at each other — “BIRD MEN!” (Air Force). The response was, “GROUND STOMPER!” (Army).
And on and on it went until we learned the famous cheer for football night:
Come on, Tigers,
Push push push!”
A 47-year-old mystery solved. I may even try it...maybe.
Father knows best
Dear Smiley: The article a few editions ago about the mother who had a ticket “unfixed” reminded me of a similar experience when I was district attorney.
A young man of about 18 came to my office with a citation, asking for assistance.
As was my policy, I advised him that it would be dismissed because it was a first offense, and that he would not receive any more help on future violations.
When his father found out, he was furious, and dragged the young man to my office.
I explained that he had come and asked for help, and it was his first violation.
His father said to me that he appreciated the favor, but wanted his son to do community service.
I tried to let him work at the hospital or some other organization, but the father objected, and said he wanted him picking up trash along the highway, where his friends could see him!
Sure enough, he spent two weekends there.
Never saw him in my office again!
Makes ya wanna shout!
Dear Smiley: Like other readers, I would receive up to three nuisance calls a day from a diabetes supplier.
After six months of this I was ticked off, so last week when they called I started my conversation with these words: “I shout and you listen.’’
The caller said I did not have to shout. I replied, “Yes, I have to shout; I am very mad with these calls.’’
Then I asked for her manager, and she transferred the call. I began shouting at the manager also.
She said, “You do not have to shout,’’ but I continued.
I told her to take my name off their calling list, and she told me she would.
It’s been almost two weeks and I have not received any more calls from this company.
I hope this helps anyone else who gets these nuisance calls.
Live like a refugee
Dear Smiley: My mother, born in 1919, was a child when the flood of 1927 occurred.
Many of those displaced by the flood in the Baton Rouge area were housed at what is now the Memorial Stadium area.
My mom lived nearby on Cherry Street, and she and her siblings would walk over there and, as she put it, “look at the refugees.”
And, evidently, a lot of them wore blue jeans! In the 1960s and early 1970s, my mother and I had many a disagreement about my wearing blue jeans.
My mom would say, “Those blue jeans are horrible! They make you look like a refugee! And what does that say about ME? If people see you in those blue jeans, they will think that you have a horrible mother!”
The irony of it was that starting in the late 1970s and beyond, Mom caught on to the blue jeans style, and started wearing jeans.
But she had already convinced me that blue jeans were horrible, and I still don’t wear blue jeans to this day!
JOEL d’AQUIN THIBODEAUX
Happy Sol’s Day
Dear Smiley: A recent tidbit of yours, about the lad who was asked what day followed Halloween, reminded me of one about my husband, Judge Sol Gothard.
As a youngster growing up in a Jewish neighborhood in the Bronx, New York, Sol would check the calendar at the beginning of the year for his birthdate, Nov. 1, as lots of kids do.
It would always read “All Saints Day,” and no one that he knew could explain “All Saints Day.”
When he moved to New Orleans, he finally learned all about All Saints Day — schools were closed, its importance for the large Catholic population, churches were full, and even the courts where he served were closed, celebrating his birthday every year on Nov. 1.
JACKIE PRESSNER GOTHARD
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