(1) Mr. Jones may have shown up for work high on cocaine, but he still better watch his speed! Who is he, and what’s his line?
(2) When poor Mr. Brown fell into the deep, dark well, Suzy Jones witnessed it, told her Ma, who told Pa, who went to town to tell the villagers. Alas, by the time the villagers arrived to rescue Mr. Brown, it was too late and he had drowned. What was Mr. Brown’s full name (bonus points if you can spell it right), and what delayed the villagers’ arrival?
His name was John Luther Jones, used his nickname of “Casey”, he was a railroad engineer, and the Grateful Dead made the part about cocaine up. Guy died a hero.
It could indeed have been that, but we’ll never know for sure, will we?
Many years ago, I heard Johnny Cash, live in concert at the Circle Star, sing a song about that, emphasizing the heroic aspect. Anybody here know that song? (This is a real question, not a trivia one. I don’t remember anything more about it myself.)
Cutesy minor side-issue: A post far up-thread asks why someone shot a man in Reno. I heard Mr. Cash sing that song live at county fair in Paso Robles (Ca.), at which time he mentioned a real stumper of a question that a fan had once asked him: If you shot a man in Reno, whatcha doing in jail at FOLSOM (Ca.)?
(1) This old man could only play one thing, but he played that in (or on) a whole bunch of different oddball places, enumerated in the song from one to ten. What did his poor hungry doggy get?
(2) This old farmer must have had quite a large property, having some of every kind of farm animal you could think of. Where on the property could you hear them all going cluck-cluck, moo-moo, oink-oink, baa-baa, etc.?
(3) Feeling blue? Life gotcha down? We have the answer! It’s big, it’s bright, you’ve seen it advertised in LIFE! You’ll feel just fine! But you better hurry because supplies are limited and nearly gone! What color is it?
Big and red and silver
She don’t make no smoke
She’s a fast rolling streamlined
Come to show the folks
I don’t know the exact date, but it’s a first-person, child’s account of the first express train passing through the station in Clark’s hometown of Monohans, “out between Pecos and nowhere,” without stopping.
Labdad, you one smart daddy!
Now, you ready to take on the petite oiseau question (Warning! Gory! NSFW, some might say!) And the death of poor Eddie Brown in the deep dark well? Or even the death of the hunter’s lover?
Hi-dee-hidey-hidey-hie?
I didn’t even know that was a question.
YES, and more specifically: It was the debut of the Diesel-powered locomotive. Nobody had ever seen one of THOSE before! She don’t lay no smoke!
And now:
(1) What a cataclysmic day! The king lost his crown. A fallout shelter fell from the sky into the middle of a football game, thoroughly disrupting it. Jack impaled himself you-know-where on that candlestick. (And I had a sordid vision in which the Devil got a good laugh out of that. Actually, so did I.) And finally, as noted up-thread, the Deities Themselves abandoned us! What catastrophic event happened that day to bring about all this chaos? Bonus points: What was revealed?
(2) Everybody across the USA is doing it! (No, not THAT!) Allegedly, at least. I can picture it on the Atlantic seaboard, and obviously in Californ-eye-yay, but everywhere inland in-between too? In Denver? In Las Vegas? In Salt Lake City? Hard to imagine, methinks. What is everybody allegedly doing?
(3) Ah, those were the days (referring to the above question). Daddy gave his teen-age daughter a very expensive gift, which she promptly went hog-wild with, getting into all kinds of trouble. Finally, Daddy had to put a stop to all the fun – and much to everyone’s surprise, after that, she had even MORE fun! What did Daddy do to, uh, put the brakes on? Bonus points: Change one word (to another nearly rhyming one) to update this story for the 21st century.
(4) And that brings this to mind: Want a really fancy car for free? Just steal one, if you think you can get away with it. I stole one straight from the factory (ya might say it’s cheaper that way), but something went definitely wrong. Everybody laughed when they saw it, except the folks at the courthouse.
(a) Why weren’t they amused at the courthouse?
(b) How many headlights did it have? (You’d think they would at least have found THAT amusing!)
(5) Aboard what vehicle might you hear the lonely hoboes call?
(6) My mother was a mermaid and my siblings were a porpoise and a porgy (who got served up on a chafing dish). Who was my father?
Don’t you dopers have nothing better to do with your lives than staying up all night doing this kind of stuff?
We had fun fun fun 'til her daddy took the t-bird away.
Get it one piece at a time. - it won’t cost you a dime.
(a)'Course, they won’t laugh at the courthouse. To type it up might take the whole staff… and the final title weighted 60 pounds.
(b) three headlights - two on the left and one on the right. And one tailfin!
The goddess of gloom, she takes your voice
and leaves you howlin’ at the moon.
(Note, there are at least three distinct songs about Sweet Melinda, she’s so famous, you have to find the right one!)
Well? What does 21st century Daddy do to put a lid on that teen-age daughter? Change just one word!
Newton’s Apple and Enginerd got it:
> We had fun fun fun 'til her daddy took the t-bird away.
And now, speaking of birds, y’all dopers put on your little bird-brain thinking caps and take this little ornithology quiz:
(1) I saw a bird engaging in the same activity I’ve been doing, although to be sure, I don’t do it high up in a banana tree.
(a) What color is this bird?
(b) What activity?
(c) What could this bird do instead, that I cannot do?
(2) I encouraged this bird to mend his broken wings and learn to fly.
(a) What color is this bird?
(b) What has he spent his whole life waiting for?
(3) It’s just a little bird, but I had a fantasy that I could hide beneath her wings whilst she sings.
(a) What color is this bird?
(b) Why did I think I could do that? (I’m a _______________)
(4) This bird was left, caged, out on a stormy night. She’ll die if she’s left there.
(a) What color is this bird?
(b) What does she dream of?
(5) If this bird will just keep on flying, I’ll be back home with my love, who was alone for a long time.
(a) What color is this bird?
(b) How does this bird differ from those in the above questions?
Okay, this is a really, really tiny nit I’m picking, but…his nickname is should actually be spelled “Cayce”, after his hometown in Kentucky. When he joined the railroad, their were already (if memory serves) ten "John Jones"es in his division, and two "J.L. Jones"es, so a coworker gave him his nickname.
