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A Midnight snack
is partaken of
using the round-these-parts
famous Charlie McCarthy spoon, it
having worked its way to the top of the
spoon slot in the kitchen drawer silverware tray.
It is just one of several spoons in that drawer
so no special care was taken to select it
for my midnight snack.
But having picked it off the top of the spoon tray
I ate my jello with pineapple -
from the can of birthday cake pineapple
left over in the ice box -
with this beloved spoon
and got to thinking about the 'raccoon'
feature potential with this spoon....
But first, the jello itself
which is a regular snack here around midnight:
We make the jello and
ultimately keep it in the ice box
in a recycled Kemp's sherbet container.
I usually eat about half of it in a wee hour's
sitting, leave the spoon on the jello
when half-finished, and then snap on the convenient big lid
and return jello and spoon to the ice box.
If I'd known I was going to run this in the raccoon
I might have chosen a plain container
for better photography,
but per SRN custom, realism prevails,
dealing off the top of the deck.
The spoon dates back to the 1940s
as so much of my act does, further
evidenced by the use of the term ice box.
We listened in those days to the radio.
One of our favorite radio shows
was the Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy program.
Here I am tuning in
with a picture over the radio console of my soldier dad
who was fighting the Nazis in WW II.
A major world fragmentation.
If you bought a particular product back then
(cereal, maybe soap or something)
you might get a silver-plate Charlie McCarthy spoon
inside with the product.
I had a Captain Midnight secret decoder ring also
which I had to mail in for...
I really wanted that spoon at the time
and so it was secured for me by my mother
Ruth Dix, later Hale.
As to the Charlie McCarthy spoon
it has fallen to me to be the custodian of it
and I'm glad to have kept track of it
and have not lost it
as I have so many other things...
If you covet this spoon
forget it - no way
because I would not part with it
- at this moment -
when it so well assists in my midnight snacking.
It does have to work its way to the top of the drawer though.
Charlie was Edgar's dummy
Edgar was a ventriloquist
It was a day of simple humor
some will remember
(courtesy of Vicky)
We talked about the fact...
We talked about the fact that
it wasn't the danger,
it wasn't the skill,
it wasn't the applause
that made the act what it was.
It was principally the grace;
the bringing into being,
for a moment,
the beautiful thing,
the entrechat on horseback.
of course, has something to do
with it. It is pleasant
to know you can do anything
so difficult. It is good when you
have mastered it, and you are
really in competition with yourself.
"When we make a mistake in
the ring we are very angry. The
audience doesn't know, but we
But it is a pleasure
to do anything
and do it