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What’d you say? Oooooh.

Luckily, most interview subjects are cordial during the session. But the others more than make up for it. Take for example, the reply given to the BBC’s Sandra Harris in an interview with British author Barbara Cartland…

Harris: Have English class barriers broken down?

Cartland: Of course they have, or I wouldn’t be sitting here talking with someone like you.

Ouch.

There is a bit o’ snide. Personally, I prefer the snappy comeback. My best in-person snappy is the one my father volleyed back when I pointed out the orchestral music he was listening to was actually a Beatles song. “Too bad the Beatles can’t play it like that,” he replied, without missing a beat.

Another quick-draw that remains one of my all-time favorites came from musician Frank Zappa. The interviewer was a fellow named Joe Pyne, who employed an argumentative and confrontational style. Pyle walked on a prosthetic leg after a bout with cancer, but it didn’t slow down his verbal assaults.

Joe Pyle: “So Frank, you have long hair. Does that make you a woman?”

Frank Zappa: “You have a wooden leg. Does that make you a table?”

Ooooh.

Merely repeating the quote from Winston Churchill leaves me red-faced with embarrassment for Betsy Braddock, who encountered the British Prime Minister at a party.

Braddock: Winston, you’re drunk.

Churchill: Bessie, you’re ugly, but tomorrow I shall be sober.

Eeek.

Then, there are those casual observations that go beyond the mark, like that of then Senator Robert Dole of Kansas. He remarked on the Washington party that brought together former presidents Jimmy Carter, Gerald Ford, and Richard Nixon, a trio that Dole described as “See No Evil, Hear No Evil, and Evil.”

Pow.

Then again, some observations jab with a sharpened funny bone, like the words of comedienne Joan Rivers describing Mick Jagger and his lips of renown.

“I saw him suck an egg out of a chicken,” said Rivers. “He can play a tuba from both ends. This man has got childbearing lips.”

Oh, what an Awful Thing to Say. In fact, that’s the name of the book, with quotes gathered by William Cole and Louis Phillips. It may say something of the acerbic wit of Oscar Wilde that so many of his quotes found their way into the pages. He praises George Bernard Shaw as “an excellent man. He has not an enemy in the world and none of his friends like him.”

Bam.

Scanning through the volume makes me wonder whether these famed talkers stayed up late dreaming up these barbs and jotting them down in an ever-handy notebook. I suspect though, that some people have sharp enough tongues that – if they ever nodded off – the pillow impaled at their lips would smother them before sunrise.

No insults here, so – Come Visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow, OK!

They aren’t like this these days.

He had trouble seeing out of his left eye. Certainly a problem for most right-handed batters, but Earl could squint a little and it cleared his vision enough to see the fastballs. He was twenty-three years old and he knew baseball wasn’t his strong point.

That’s why he went out for football. And basketball. And track. Oh, and in between he squeezed in time for bookwork, graduating from Colorado College with a BA in biology. Not PhysEd.

Biology.

Earl Harry Clark lettered in twelve sports and earned All Conference honors in football, basketball, and track. He was the first All-American football player ever from the state of Colorado.

His friends called him Dutch, and by the time his career was ended, so did most everybody else. When Tigers coach William Van Degraaff called Dutch from the sideline, he might have been going in as a quarterback, a punter, a drop-kicker, a rusher, or as a kick return man. Dutch Clark could handle all those duties.

When he graduated in 1930, he stayed on campus as the head basketball coach. Times were different back then. Instead of players leaving college early for the professional ranks, Dutch Clark spent four years coaching while – in-between – playing football in the National Football League. When his Portsmouth (Ohio) Spartans moved to Detroit in 1934, Dutch gave it his full-time attention.

The team was renamed the Lions, and Dutch was a six-time All Pro triple threat, and three-time NFL scoring leader. In 1935, he led the Detroit Lions to an NFL Championship over the New York Giants. He received the biggest paycheck in the league in 1937, when his combined player and coaching duties earned him a record $7,200.

By 1939, Dutch was played out, but he wasn’t finished with football. He coached the Cleveland Rams until 1942 and after a wartime stint in the US Army, returned to sports as Athletic Director at the University of Detroit.

There is a statue of Dutch on the campus of his old high school in Pueblo, Colorado, but his early-day accomplishments have faded with time – except at the NFL Hall of Fame, where the plaque bearing his name is kept brightly-shined. Dutch was a charter member of the Hall, inducted along with Jim Thorpe, Red Grange, and Curly Lambeau. (Don’t remember Curly? How about Lambeau Field and the post-touchdown Lambeau Leap?)

He was in the first College Hall of Fame class, too. Inducted in 1951.

In the Colorado College yearbook for 1930, Dutch Clark can be seen wearing a spiffy leather hat, a bullet-looking thing that might have given his noggin better protection than the plastic helmets of today. The Pikes Peak Nugget, Colorado College’s yearbook, is a hardback-bound glimpse into history, with styles and fashions from that early Depression era.

I was hoping there would be someone famous among those many photographs, and I suppose in some circles there was. Dutch Clark is a new discovery for me, though, part of the fun of landing an estate sale collection of remainders – books that were passed over at the sale.

If the book has a protagonist it has to be the star quarterback who dominates the sports section. In the Wyoming University game, “Dutch Clark had a great day. From the very first play, when the Dutchman evaded the entire Cowboy team to run 77 yards for a touchdown, until the last of his 36 points were scored, fans were treated to a truly All-American brand of running.

There’s an old expression that is used to convey when someone is in trouble or disfavor, and the Wyoming Cowboys were certainly “in Dutch” that afternoon.

A number of other nice finds in the estate purchase – Come visit! and take a look at what’s new…

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

These dreams.

Sure and you’re darn-tootin’ I did…

That wasn’t the answer give by the fellow being interviewed by the CBS reporter. The singer – getting questioned on TV for his several music award nominations – gave a measured response and was much more articulate. I was glad he didn’t humble himself for the camera.

The question put to him was: Did you ever in your Wildest Dreams think you’d find yourself in this position?

That interviewer-nugget is tossed out on camera way too often, and normally the response is an Aw-shucks-heck-no kind of reply. Why?

Success is rarely an accident. Admittedly, there are lottery beneficiaries – but most winners become that because of dreams.

Wild dreams are the foundations of plans. No apologies are needed for them. Dreams aren’t non-refundable tickets for distant destinations. You can book your course and change it.

Whenever you like.

You might leave your wildest dream for another and later abandon that for the original. Dreams are flexible that way. You can have a dream and realize it may not come to pass – for whatever reason – and continue to harbor it. Of my sleeping dreams, my favorites are the ones in which I can fly; it’s a soaring Superman-with-arms-at-the-sides flight. Talk about goofy fun.

They are exhilarating.

But even knowing those thrilling flights won’t ever happen, I enjoy the dreams all the same.

I’m thinking Danny Manning’s Wildest Dream did not include the head basketball coach’s job at the University of Tulsa. That’s a great job, as evidenced by the many coaches who have gone from there to larger schools, institutions with legacies of winning, and embarrassingly large coach’s paychecks.

That Mr. Manning has opted to leave for Wake Forest reflects on dreams in general, and how can it be wrong to move in that direction? A disappointment for the Golden Hurricane, but hopefully (except for how quickly it happened) not a surprise to anyone.

There was a time when the musician interviewed this morning was a young boy with a guitar in his hand and fingers aching from the practice. At some point, maybe in the back of his mind, there was a dream of performing. Do you think he was imagining standing on the smallest stage in the world?

No way. The dream needs to include a spotlight on the grandest stage, playing for the most important, appreciative audience on the planet.

Did you ever in your Wildest Dreams think you would be where you are today?

I hope not. Dreams ought to be dynamic, evolving, and enjoyed for what they are – wild or not.

That young baller in the picture has that dreamer’s determined look. (Apologies, Big-D, but I ran across the pic this morning and with the basketball it seemed fitting.) Perhaps Danny Manning might have turned down the Wake job if he’d only had this young point guard’s savvy in the lineup. Every boy and girl with a basketball in hand wants to make the winning shot. In today’s game. In the playoff. In the National Championship game.

We should never be humbled by the question.

If you reply, Never in my Wildest Dreams, then you aren’t dreaming wild enough.

Dream wild, my friends.

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow, OK!

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