The fun part of this one is figuring out what real cereals Nathan Pyle is referring to:
I had dessicated grape chaff for breakfast this morning.
I may have the citation wrong here. This is a comic that resurfaced among the ones I’ve saved over the years, but this one was saved without citation, and may not be from Bug Martini.
July, 1931. The Great Depression is in full swing. Still over a year until the 1932 election. The New Yorker has always had a subscriber base with a richer demographic than average, but these cartoons from the 7/4/31 and 7/11/31 don’t show much awareness of the Great Depression.
Another ping-pong related cartoon. Was there a ping-pong boom in 1931?
What is that device?
The distance from Troy (near modern Çanakkale, Turkey) to Ithaca is a bit over 600 miles. At a rowing speed of 4 to 5 knots, that’s not a terribly long journey, without the involvement of the gods.
If we went from Troy, New York to Ithaca, New York by water (Erie Canal, then portage to Seneca Lake) it would be about 250 miles — shorter, but the same order of magnitude.
One person decided to use the modern Turkish city and make up alternative lyrics to City of New Orleans.
I just finished re-reading the Odyssey. I used the Samuel Butler translation, which is prose and emphasized the story more easily because it abandons any attempt at poetry. I’m also cheap: it’s available for free at Project Gutenberg.
Yesterday, I saw the movie, which didn’t disappoint. Highly recommended. Of course, there are many plot points which diverge from Homer, but overall I think that improves the flow — especially the ending.
Did I miss some subtle shift in the meaning of a period — which used to be the dullest of punctuation marks?
Mitch4 sends in the LOL (and Geezer Alert):
From 1954.
Usual John sends this in:
This appeared yesterday, so that makes today Ice Cream Day. I plan to celebrate!
Yes, it’s still hot here in Editorland. But the big problem is smoke, and the Air Quality Index (AQI) not the heat index (although it’s still hot). I cancelled a bike ride I was supposed to lead yesterday when the AQI got over 200 — very unhealthy — and the visibility was limited by smoke. But I had no idea how much worse it was going to get.
At 2:39 p.m. it looked as though the scale was near a maximum. It looks like it maxes out at 600 from the scale shown. I’d never seen it anywhere near this high.
But as it turns out, it could get even higher:
Luckily, I could shut all the windows, turn on the air purifier and AC, and chill out. Otherwise, I’d need to hunt up my leftover N95 masks.
The cartoonists at the New Yorker were quick to post on this issue:
Mitch4 sends this in:
Usual John sends these in:
Some cartoons from the 1926 sesquicentennial.
Well, that was a bust. From the point of view of New Yorker cartoons, the sesquicentennial was a non-event. That “Third of July” cartoon could have been done any year.
But as long as I’m here in the archive, let’s take a look at Central Park, 100 years ago. No gags here, just Helen E. Hopkinson’s observations.
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