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Saturday, October 17, 2020

Lost Words

          Many things have been lost from our youth.  These include many words and phrases that we seniors often used as we grew up.  For example, Mergatroyd!   Do you remember that word?   Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd?   Heavens to Mergatroyd!   
         Some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.   
*  Don't touch that dial,
*  Carbon copy,
*  You sound like a broken record,
*  Hung out to dry.
*  Back in the olden days we had lots of moxie .
*  We'd put on our best bib and tucker , to straighten up and fly right.
*  Heavens to Betsy!
*  Gee whillikers!
*  Jumping Jehoshaphat!
*  Holy Moley!
*  Holy Toledo!
*  We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley ; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, or a nincompoop   Not for all the tea in China!
*  Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell?  Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.;  of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.
*  Oh, my aching back!
*  Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore.
*  We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!" Or, "This is a fine kettle of fish!"   
          We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.  Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind.   We blink, and they're gone.   Where have all those great phrases gone?
*  Pshaw,
*  The milkman did it
*  Hey!   It's your nickel.
*  Don't forget to pull the chain.
*  Knee high to a grasshopper.
*  Well, Fiddlesticks!
*  Going like sixty.
*  I'll see you in the funny papers
*  Don't take any wooden nickels.
*  Wake up and smell the roses.
*  Turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills.  (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)
*  Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.
*  Okidoki.
*  "Monkey Business"!
           Anyway, See ya later alligator ... after while crocodile!

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