Just last night the police caught some culprits that had just stolen 4 large AC units as they were leaving the scene of the crime. They were piled high in the back of a truck.
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Been typing since grade school...we had a typing teacher that was strict as they get--typing pool style. Back to the days of manual typewriters and IF (and I mean you groaned because it meant three corrections...one on the original, one on the carbon copy and one on the file copy) IF you made a mistake sometimes it was better to start all over than fudge your way thru if you blundered up too much. When you ever got an "A" on a typing submission...you durn well wanted to have it FRAMED!
I had typing in freshman year of high school. Christian Brothers College was an all boys private Catholic military institute. The teachers were all either Christian Brothers, retired military officers or other mean stern men. Not a pushover in the bunch.
The first day of my freshman year was a nightmare. Typing was the last class of the day with weird Mr. Karduck - the biology teacher. I was so happy the day was almost over and he was so strange, I kept smiling as he walked around the class explaining the expectations for the upcoming year. He had a halting way of speaking and would do weird things like talk to God and act like God was answering him real time. He'd say, "God, I don't know what I'm going to do with these boys God", (pause) "Yes, I could do that God".
He apparently wasn't pleased that I seemed to be pleased.
Keep in mind that I was all of 4' 11" and 85 pounds.
As he walked around the room he started saying
"Men, we aren't happy."
"In June, we can be happy."
"But now, we aren't happy."
He was slowly strolling down the aisle and I was in the last seat and the grin was getting broader.
He kept repeating.
"We aren't happy."
When he got to me, he grabbed me by my shirt, lifted me up and started shaking me, yelling, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? WE ARE NOT HAPPY. WE ARE NOT HAPPY. WE ARE NOT HAPPY."
That's one way to get everyone's attention.
Another strange one was Brother Bernhard Zacheis. He was my Spanish teacher for all 4 years AND my senior year religion teacher. A double dose of Brother Bernhard was all I needed. My freshman year, he had just transferred from Christian Brothers College of Memphis. Along with him he brought his unique form of discipline. Among other things he brought what he called his 'Amigo Stick', a 30" flexible lead pipe about 1/2" in diameter.
For any infractions during class, he would put a purple dot next to your name on the roster. At the end of class, those with dots would join the parade. He would stand in front of class and one by one each student would bend over and grab their ankles and get an 'Amigo Swat'. Wow did that thing hurt. For more serious infractions, you would get a '2 stepper', where he would take a running start for the swat to the bum.
For most serious infractions, rather than an Amigo Swat, you would get a ponche. He would grab you by your tie and collar, lay you back over the desk behind you and punch you in the jaw. For really bad things you would get 2.
He had a rule that there was to be nothing on the desk unless it was necessary for writing or whatever. Everyone's hands had to be flat on the desk throughout class and your legs had to be extended forward, no bent knees. He thought that would prevent any kicking each other.
On the first day of freshman year, near the end of class, Aramando had a pen on his desk and he was playing with it. Brother Bernhard was carrying a wooden pointer. He made Aramando put the pen away and put his hands flat on the desk and then he whacked his fingers with the pointer. Aramando started crying and I started laughing. Brother Bernhard whacked me across the back.
So, you may ask, what is an example of the type of infraction would reward one with such effective punishment?
For homework we would have to translate excerpts of Spanish legends like El Cid. Then he would start at a random part of the passage and at a random student so you would never know what sentence/s you would have to know.
This way, you learned the whole assignment. Each cadet had to pronounce their sentence perfectly in Spanish and translate the same sentence perfectly. If there was any flaw in either the pronunciation or translation, you got a purple dot. Then the next cadet had a shot at the same sentence. It went around the room till someone got it right. If no one got it he would tell us what was correct. Eventually we would get through the entire passage. As you can imagine, the end of class parade could be quite long and if you had more than one purple dot, you had to get in line again.
I have to admit, I worked very hard on my Spanish homework and made straight As.
For written homework assignments, he had a specific structure for paper headings. If anything was incorrect, you had to do it twice.
Once, someone stole his Amigo Stick. He left the class, went back to his room in the Brothers' house. When he returned about 20 minutes later, he had a bundle of about 20 of these pipes.
He was not happy and never did find out who stole it.
So how did you like the panty hose at the good gig? I hear football players find the support hose the best kind of all.
My regular job was the security and intelligence clerk running the S2 office whether on post or in the field.
All the clerks and secretaries were men. There were no WACs on the whole army base. We didn't get the first woman on our base till 1973. She was the clerk for the major that managed facilities. The office she worked in was on the main floor of the group headquarters and base commander. As the first woman in uniform we saw, she was a bit of a curiosity. It didn't hurt that she was a beautiful Puerto Rican. Virtually every soldier on the base found an excuse to walk past her office. For months there was a steady line of gawkers.
There wasn't such a thing as a women's restroom or female barracks. They had to quickly install a toilet and a sink in a broom closet near her office. They also housed her upstairs in the officer's club where officers rotating through were housed. Even though she wasn't an officer.
In the next year we got about 4 more WACs. Women's Army Corps wasn't disbanded till 5 years later. I remember a meeting one morning when one of them complained about there being no toilet paper in the one and only bathroom. She said she was tired of drip drying. They eventually converted the attic of an old building to women's barracks.
In the late 40s General Douglas McArthur called the WACs "my best soldiers", saying they worked harder, complained less, and were better disciplined than men. The generals wanted to draft women in the Korean War.
OK fellas...I am going to hold back on labelling this three man assault as an immoral attempt to hijack a topic (like we stay on any one topic for long..."Oh lookit...another sparkley!") by the Three Stooges but if it keeps up, well I am just going to have to figure out who is the ring leader and start referring to them as Larry...Soup to Nuts...Larry, Moe and Shemp...be warned, there were six to seven Stooges in all toll, so room for more I am sure of it should someone decide to pull a Fake Shemp! Nyuck nyuck...
I was only aware of 5. Curly, then Shemp, then Curly Jo. I had my picture taken with the Three Stooges in their dressing room at the Police Circus back in 1959. My brother had married into a family with some higher ups in the police department. Myself and 4 other kids (in that family) were escorted into their dressing room right before their act. I remember Moe squeezing the crap out of my shoulder wile we were posing. I'll try to scan the photo and post it, if I can remember to do so.
They were one of the highest paid live acts throughout the '60s
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You're right, I just looked it up and there were two new stooges at the very end to replace Larry that had a stroke and curly Joe as replaced by curly Joe Derita.
What kind of plant should I try growing in this container in the man porch... ???
I think it should be a bougainvillea. They come in an amazing array of colors. I grow them outside and bring them in for winter. I know someone around here that has one planted outside. They cover it and mulch it heavily and it comes back each spring.
Full sun...warm inside the Man Porch - got a few months yet to get BIG!
Or dracaena fragrans.
Given enough light they'll both flower.
, but is it legal in that part of the G W N?
, but is it legal in that part of the G W N?
It is an odd situation. It may be legal to grow in Colorado, but it is illegal according to the Feds, so they will not let any Federal water to be allocated for growing it.
It was definitely a different world, wasn't it? The military and sadly, religious orders have always tended to attract warped individuals. There, they can disguise their sadistic tendencies under the veil of being strict, and even point to their "results" as proof of its effectiveness. But I have to wonder, in an actual battlefield situation, would an officer like this be a man you would die for? Or would he get fragged at the first opportunity?
And yet, people who have actually been prisoners of war will most likely tell you that everybody breaks, it's merely a matter of when. Then the POW not only has to deal with the torments his captors have devised, he also has the feelings of guilt and shame for not being tough enough.
