Words

Even passive once-in-awhile readers of this blog have come to learn that this writer is a 1940-50's product of East St. Louis, Illinois or as some younger East Siders reference it, East 'Boogie.' I'll accept that label if it means 'Boogie on Down' as in dancing.

Recently, I received an email from a age Contemporary friend regarding words and phrases of those aforementioned decades, which seem to have disappeared from the language landscape.

I ask you, when did you last hear these words or phrases if you ever heard them?

Fiddlesticks. Don't take any wooden nickels. Wake up a smell the roses. See you in the funny papers. Kilroy was here. Fine kettle of fish. I'll be a monkey's uncle. Oh, Swell! Penny Loafers. Saddles. Whitewalls. Runningboard. Fender Skirts. Fly Paper. Knickers. Spats. Pedal Pushers. Not for all the tea in China. Heavens to Betsy. You sound like a broken record. Gee whillikers. I'm tuckered. Straighten up and fly right. Holy moley. Don't touch that dial. See you later alligator.

Well, that's just a few phrases and words that have disappeared. I'm sure as you read them, you thought of several more. Hope your day goes well and you don't run into any knuckleheads and nincompoops.
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