The Walrus Says
Linda Knowles: To be the person I aspire to be.
Denise Wallace: To try to be more understanding toward my children.
Julie Fauxbell: Drink more coffee.
Diane Cardin: To make it down to the Deli five days a week, instead of just two, to be with my friends, the Deli Dames.
Jenny Munro: Make more money.
Art Baynes: To continue to wish good health and happiness for everybody.
Marlene Murphy: Get Bill to retire.
Megan Albaugh: To manage my money better.
Tori Hellewell: Take more time to be at peace.
Walrus: To enjoy each day.
Two cats have left the Potter League for Animals to come to live on the island.
Maxi, a 3-year-old female, is black with gold spots and was adopted by Cornelia Mueller. Maxi joins another Potter cat, Tibby, a gray and black 4-year-old female. We were told that the two took a little while to get to know each other but now are running around and playing.
Hobbes, formerly known as Ralph, a 4-month-old buff tabby, is now with Diane Grippi and her family. Hobbes joins Tex, 4, and Luna, 11. Tex is a male black lab mix rescued from a kennel in the south. Luna was adopted from the Potter League 11 years ago when he was 2 months old. Diane said that Hobbes is “adorable.” Luna, on the other hand, is a “little put out. I broke up a twosome between him and Tex,” she said.
Congratulations to the winners of the two Island Animal gift baskets. Martha Milot won the cat basket and Jean Rooney took home the dog basket.
Our favorite “study” of the week came to us via “The Week” magazine. It seems that researchers at McGill University found that images of cooked meat made men calmer and less aggressive.
Yeh, a picture of a cheeseburger in a TV commercial spaces me right out.
From John A. Murphy: Name the movie most hated by keepers of governmental records of real estate transfers.
Barbara-Ann MacIntosh, Joan McCauley and Cheryl Fernstrom had last week’s poser, “Up on the Housetop.”
Cheryl commented on one of the verses:
Next comes the stocking of little Will
Oh just see what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks Also a ball and a whip that cracks
“This is an old song sung at many a Christmas celebration at elementary schools” Cheryl said. “You can tell it is dated. A whip that cracks might be frowned upon today in schools.”
Right, Cheryl, “Up on the Housetop” was written by B.R. Hanby in 1864 in New Paris, Ohio.
Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night
Some Robert Fleming nostalgia from an earlier year:
“I recall, in the 40s, how those attending Rogers and De La Salle were unable to attend their sophomore, junior and senior proms because there was no ferry from Jamestown-Newport from midnight till dawn. But some of us, with blessings from parents who trusted our morals, were able to climb that mountain.
“Monty Neronha, Jackie Sheehan and myself were able to attend the 1948 sophomore prom at Rogers with our dates who shall remain anonymous. Monty was the leader as he possessed the driver’s license and the car. We spent from midnight to 6 a.m. waiting for the ferry. Exhausted, we escorted our dates to their homes and there was not one semblance of impropriety from their parents.
“I have often wondered how other students were able to attend proms before the Jamestown Bridge was constructed or were they denied those truly happy times when they, too, were attending Rogers and De La Salle? And I wonder, in the modern days, if parents would allow their daughters the same trust?”
C’mon, Robert, who were the girls?
Tomorrow, at the stroke of midnight, raise your voices with celebrants throughout the world and welcome the New Year with the lyrics of Robert Burns written in 1788:
And surely ye’ll be your pintstowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne
(For the sake of old times)
Happy New Year!
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