Excelsior, You Fathead!
Submitted by:
Jim Clavin |
Wear the right costume, and the part will play itself. (attributed to George Ade.)
Submitted by:
Norm dePlume |
Mess kit repair battalion, handle platoon.
Submitted by:
Norm dePlume |
6SJ7GT
Submitted by:
Norm dePlume |
Remember kid to keep your knees loose and above all, low profile!
Submitted by:
Mike Sylvester |
I'm this kid, see ...
Submitted by:
Imago |
If Chicago is the city of broad shoulders, then Northwest Indiana is it's broad rear end!
Submitted by:
Brian Pearson |
The White Sox were so bad when I was a kid that I can remember sitting at the kitchen table and seeing my Old Man reading the sports page. On the front I vividly remember seeing in big block letters...WHITE SOX's APPLING HITS
450 FT....FOUL BALL!
Submitted by:
Brian Pearson |
Bolivia Exports Tin!
Submitted by:
Brian Pearson |
Night People
Trivia
Straws in the wind
Creeping meatballism [common American defect]
Excelsior! [battle cry]
Excelsior, you fat-head! [friendly battle cry]
Seltzer bottle [response to battle cry]
In hoc agricola conc [ersatz Latin silliness]
We're living in par-less times
Hurl an invective [a mildly hostile voice in the night]
I will award the brass figlagee with bronze oak-leaf palm [the silly sound of "figlagee" derides the whole idea of awarding medals for supposed achievements—usually, for Shep, when he asks for the answer to a piece of trivia.]
I will award the brass figlagee with aluminum palm [less commonly used form; possibly more prestigious, possibly less]
Keep your knees loose [defensive maneuvering]
Hang loose
Hold it in abeyance
I winkle [he wonders what game his aunt had been playing when she'd say it, and what the significance was of the funny-sounding phrase]
Slob art [majority of American culture items]
Glop [term for pretentiously overwrought ideas, prose, and music]
Time, tide, and the affairs of men
A vague, fugitive notion
Just walking around, scratching
Still walking around [says several times on the Alan Colmes 1998 show, when asked how he is doing]
Hit the money button [here come the recorded commercials!]
Hit the whoopee button
Fistfight [he says it as though it represents the primary brutishness within us]
New York is a summer fistfight
Fellow sufferers
I suspect…
You know…. [common monologue filler, often used to nudge his engineer into increased participation by directing a comment or question to him. This also helps promote the feeling of his listeners that Shep is speaking not to an abstraction, but to real, live people whose minds are engaged with his.]
As a matter of fact…. [maybe fact, maybe not]
It's true! I'm not exaggerating! [often said when inventing or exaggerating]
I'll never forget…. [total fabrication may follow]
Effluvia
Flick lives!
6SJ7 [whenever he needs a code designation for anything]
Take umbrage
Feckless [as in "I was a feckless youth"]
Without feck
Festered [as in, "I festered as a youth"]
Razzmatazz
All that jazz
Gallimaufry [a W. C. Fields word]
Ahhhh! [sneaked in at some unknown date at the end of the "Bahn Frei" theme]
Submitted by:
Gene Bergmann |
Favorite paragraph (Car & Driver, 2/75):
"Uh... yeah, that'll be fine." I swirled the spoon in the turgid chowder. For an instant I thought I had spotted a sad blue eye peering up at me from the depths, but it disappeared and I couldn't find it again."
(To be read slowly,wistfully with a touch of sadness)
Submitted by:
Rich B. |
A few baseball terms:
Keep your knees loose and your glove well-oiled - you never know when they might call on you, kid.
You gotta learn to go to your left.
Submitted by:
Schmid |
"He died sustaining" - envisioned on his tombstone
Submitted by:
Your radio pal, Uncle Muck |
Bring me on my salute music.
Submitted by:
Pete Delaney |
E pluribus unum.
In hoc agricula conk.
In est spittle louk.
Submitted by:
Norm dePlume |
"I think a male chauvinist is any guy whose glands are working right."
Submitted by:
Joe Adams |
At ease!
Submitted by:
Norm dePlume |
I'm sorry, I cannot make up my mind. either:
"Oh Jersey, we salute thee. Oh Jersey, sovereign state. Oh Jersey, magnificent empire; magnificent home of the natural slob. Oh Jersey."
or
"Abraham Lincoln is drunk. Abe Lincoln is bombed."
Submitted by:
Mike B. |
They looked at me like I had lobsters crawling out of my ears.
Submitted by:
Rip |
"In Hoc Agrigula Conk."
(He ended some shows with
these words.)
Submitted by:
JB |
On a hot summer night, in the swamps of Carteret (NJ), the people will come out and actually feed from your hand!
Submitted by:
Joe Kleban |
And there's my brother, whimpering under the day bed.
Submitted by:
Joe Kleban |
Some poor slob (generic reference to society, as in: "And there's some poor slob in front of the TV with a Schlitz in his hand just watchin' life pass by, my friend"!
Submitted by:
Joe Kleban |
Me, Flick, Bruner and Schwartz.
Submitted by:
Joe Kleban |
Life, when you're a Male kid, is what Grownups are doing. The Adult world seems to be some kind of secret society that has its own password, handclaps and countersigns. The thing is to get In.
Submitted by:
Kevin |
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