I’m having fun recalling parade throws (other than beads, doubloons and candy) during Carnival and other festive occasions that call for parades.

Kitty Prejean says, “Growing up in Abbeville in the early 1950s, the annual Dairy Festival would end its grand parade with mini loaves of bread and boxes of milk!

“The bread was not wrapped.”

(This was obviously before the discovery of health...)

Sometimes you see moon pies being thrown; I’m told this is an especially popular throw at Carnival parades in Mobile, Alabama.

The problem with these throws is that the pies are likely to crumble as they are being grabbed out of the air, and you wind up with a bag of crumbs.

This is also the problem with a popular throw in these parts, potato chips.

For several years Lady Katherine and I were fortunate to be invited to ride in New Orleans’ Mid City parade on the purple fire engine of Zapp’s Potato Chips founder, the late Ron Zappe.

In addition to beads, the riders were given small bags of chips in special Mardi Gras bags. They were more popular than beads, and cries of “Throw me some chips,” started as soon as the Zapp’s truck came in sight.

The problem is that unless you use a Willie Mays-style basket catch (difficult to manage in a parade crowd), you’re going to crush the chips as you grab them.

But no one seemed to mind, and I’d look back at the crowd as we rolled on to see folks happily munching on potato chip crumbs.

Grand entrance

Our tale of the gent who could make train sounds brought this tale from Harold Bagley:

“In the late ’60s ‘Bob J.’ would come in to Teg’s Bar in Convent doing a soft shoe ending with a bow, then pulling down on an imaginary rope and sounding just like a train.

Then he would point to someone at the bar and say ‘Spell Tchoupitoulas.’

“Then everyone would have a good laugh. RIP Bob J.”

Helpful Hints Dept.

No, I’m not trying to encroach on Heloise’s territory, but this tip seems worth passing along.

Keith Horcasitas says he was losing so many umbrellas that he started taping his name and cell phone number on the umbrella handle.

“I have gotten some returned!” he adds.

The shining

In our Nostalgia Corner, Don Uggen says, “One of my earliest entrepreneurial endeavors was shining shoes at the Istrouma Tavern on Plank Road.

“I charged a nickel a shoe, with a two-shoe minimum. That would pay for a movie at the Regina, with a penny left over to weigh myself.”

They had pull

Colleen M. Templet, of Baton Rouge, thanks two helpful gents:

“Three ‘older’ ladies were out visiting one morning, and when we returned to our cars, this particular lady drove hers into a ditch.

“A kind gentleman with a truck and a rope pulled up and said, ‘I’ll get her out.’ Then another kind gentleman who had a heavy chain stopped, and the two of them had her car out and ready to go within 15 minutes.”

Special People Dept.

Vera Mae Bryant, of Holden, celebrated her 98th birthday on Sunday, Jan. 24.

Paula Vincent Broussard, of Crowley, celebrates her 97th birthday on Tuesday, Jan. 26.

J.D. Wells, an Advocate retiree, celebrates his 93rd birthday on Tuesday, Jan. 26.

Jacqueline Ross, of Amber Terrace Assisted Living in Baton Rouge, celebrates her 92nd birthday on Tuesday, Jan. 26.

Ray and Doris Murry, of Iuka, Mississippi, celebrated their 68th anniversary on Sunday, Jan. 24. They are natives of Port Allen.

Frankie and Freddie Whitford, of Baton Rouge, celebrated 63 years of marriage on Saturday, Jan. 23.

Will said it

Mickey Christensen says our recent mention of memorable quotes reminded him of these by cowboy sage Will Rogers:

“Never slap a man who’s chewing tobacco.”

“Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.”

“There are two theories to arguing with a woman. Neither works.”

“Never miss a good chance to shut up.”

“Always drink upstream from the herd.”

“If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.”

“The quickest way to double your money is to fold it and put it back into your pocket.”

Living dangerously

Lately I’ve had notes from brave husbands telling stories about their wives that would seem to involve an element of risk to these guys.

Marvin Borgmeyer is the latest spouse to tread on thin ice:

“My wife has figured out a way to avoid unpleasant kitchen odors — eat out!

“My wife has two favorite sayings:

“‘Housework may not kill you, but why take the chance?’

“‘Cleaning the house while the kids are growing up is like shoveling the walk while it is snowing!’ (She grew up in St. Louis.)”

Contacting Smiley

Write Smiley at Smiley@theadvocate.com. He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.