Friday, June 2, 2017

Utah Headlines & Limericks for Today. Friday, June 2. 2017



SALT LAKE MAYOR BISKUPSKI AT LOGGERHEADS WITH CITY COUNCIL OVER APPOINTMENT OF NEW UTA MEMBER STATE SENATOR JIM DABAKIS.

When mayors and councils contend,
The drama seems never to end.
They ought to reason
Instead of cry “Treason!” --
Not into complaining descend.




TAX INITIATIVE TO FUND NEW ROUND OF STATE SCHOOL PROJECTS READY TO KICK OFF IN SALT LAKE.

Taxes to fund education
Are subject to recrimination.
While learning is good,
It’s misunderstood
As something that needs a small ration.




PERTURBED WOMAN DRIVER CRASHES CAR INTO KEARNS HOME, NARROWLY MISSING RESIDENT IN BED. 

When driving a car at high speed
The one thing your really don’t need
Is some kind of dwelling
That stays so compelling
It makes you stop and start to bleed.

In Maine There Are No Working Men




During radio interviews this week, Maine's Governor LePage suggested his push for commutations was not a sudden shift in his views on the criminal justice system. Instead, he said, he is trying to solve the aging state’s mounting labor problem. The released offenders will be required to find jobs or job training.

from the NYTimes  


In Maine there are no working men,
And so they must empty the pen
For clerks and busboys
Who may lack much poise --

But look good in stripes now and then.


Thursday, June 1, 2017

The Noses of Clown Alley

Richard Mann had one of the longest noses ever recorded in clown alley.

Of all the appendages on the human face, the nose is the most fixed. It cannot move, like the mouth, or wiggle up and down, like eyebrows, or open and shut, like eyelids -- if you practice hard enough, you can even move your ears more than you can your nose. Yet down through the ages the nose has always assumed the highest importance when it comes to comedy and clowning.

Just think of some of the great comic noses of the past -- the schnozzola of Jimmy Durante; the ripe red rum blossom of W.C. Fields; Bob Hope’s insouciant ski snoot; and the classic thrust of France’s most famous dueler and jester, Cyrano de Bergerac.

Then there are the wonderful noses of clown alley. On the Ringling show I don’t believe anyone ever achieved the length of Richard Mann’s prolonged proboscis. It was done with a combination of latex and nose putty, and extended more than four inches. Lou Jacobs, of course, initially started with a red rubber ball, hollowed out on one side and kept in place with fishing line. Felix Adler had a flashy rhinestone imbedded in his red rubber nose. And various clowns have had noses that lit up like light bulbs or honked when they were pinched. If the latex is thin enough, you can inhale through your clown nose and make it collapse in a manner that children find irresistibly droll.  



When I was a registrant at the Ringling Clown College, each of us was taught how to make a life mask with plaster of Paris so we could mold distinct clown noses should we choose to enhance our own snouts. Since my nose was rather longish to begin with, I stuck to coloring it with just a bit of rouge. But many others, such as Steve Smith, Ron Severinni, and Chris Bricker, carefully crafted their own unique clown nose casts. And Bricker went one step further when he colored his latex model -- he painted it in rainbow stripes.

While beards have been used to comic effect from time to time, it is the moustache, located directly below the nose, that has offered the most prolific comic possibilities -- all the way from Chaplin’s toothbrush tuft to the ferocious upper lip shrubs worn by many of Mack Sennett’s slapstick minions. In clown alley Mark Anthony produced a steady supply of rubber noses with long black mustachios attached -- when the mood struck him, he’d put one on himself for a show or two. He gave me one that featured a hideously bulbous and cratered beak with a tremendously long black mustache attached underneath. It obscured nearly half my face, so I used it when the clowns were dragooned into doing animal walks from the train to the arena for the local media early on load out day. That way I saved myself the bother of putting on my full whiteface makeup before breakfast -- a ghastly prospect for the weak-minded and lackadaisical joey, which I certainly was.

The nose enjoys a special status in human anatomy and history. In Mediterranean countries the size of a man’s nose indicates the potency of his manhood. To this day in China most foreigners are referred to as ‘long-nosed devils.’ You need a green thumb to tend a garden, but you must have a ‘nose for news’ to be a successful reporter. In the novel ‘Tristram Shandy, Laurence Sterne wrote an entire chapter devoted specifically to noses, which claimed, among other things, that breastfed infants developed stronger, healthier noses -- for obvious reasons. Danish astronomer Tycho Brahe lost his nose in a sword fight, and replaced it with one made of gold and silver. A broken heart may last forever, but physicians say a broken nose is the fastest healing part of the human body -- usually fully healed within a single week.

Seeing as how we collectively cherish our noses, the true clown is inevitably drawn to distorting his or her own nose in weird and comical ways. Nose putty, an amalgam of beeswax, chicle, and plasticene, has been used for the past two hundred years to add body and length to a performer’s proboscis. I recall Otto Griebling massaging a lump of the stuff to warm it up before applying it to his own rather modest nose. When the putty began to lose it’s hold, he invariably threw it up to stick on the ceiling of whatever building we were playing. I suppose most of those wads are still up there -- ready to give archeologists in the distant future conniption fits trying to figure out what it is and what it was used for.

In the good old days a rubber nose was held on with spirit glue -- a nasty concoction that smelled bad and didn’t hold very well. Most of the veteran clowns I worked with eschewed it -- using instead Dentu Creme to cement their rubber noses onto their clown faces. I myself began using a red foam rubber ball, split down the middle, as a clown nose when I switched from doing a whiteface to an August back in the 1990’s. They were lightweight and cheap. But, like all clown noses past and present, they pinched the nostrils pretty tight. That is why in most photos of clowns with false noses you’ll notice the mouth is wide open. It’s the only way to get enough air. Which explains that classic ‘gaping’ look that retro clown photos always have.   






Ivanka Trump's Shoes




Such tensions are fueling the drive of Huajian’s founder, Mr. Zhang, to move work to Ethiopia. A former drill sergeant in the Chinese military who sometimes leads his workers on parade-ground drills, Mr. Zhang says work like making shoes will never return to the United States and is increasingly difficult in China as well.
“Do Americans really like to work, to do these simple and repetitive tasks?” said Mr. Zhang, in the December interview. “Young Chinese also don’t want to do this after they graduate from college.”
from the NYTimes 

Ivanka makes shoes for the loaded,
From factories that are outmoded.
The Chinese who toil
For her in turmoil
To Addis Ababa are goaded.

What Lou Jacobs Said About Laughter



What do you think of when you hear Chopin's haunting Etude Op. 10, #3?
Leaves falling on a dreary Autumn day? Past loves and regrets? The impossibility of breaking through the solitude of existence?
When I hear that refrain I think of the Keystone Kops. Of spills out of windows or into ponds of water. Of pastry tossed about with a wild disregard for the laws of physics. Of hats thrown and crushed and battered by disgruntled spouses, rivals, or bosses. Of the tremendous silence that comes after a lifetime of tremendous laughter.
For that lovely bit of Chopin was appropriated in 1957 for the film "The Golden Age of Comedy".  A compilation of film clips from the silent movie masters of comedy like Laurel & Hardy, Charlie Chase, and the unhinged Keystone Kops.
I saw that movie at a revival in 1961 at the old Varsity Theater in Dinkytown, next to the University of Minnesota campus in Minneapolis. As it played, I heard for the first time in my life the true belly laugh -- a gasping, wheezing near-death experience where a man or woman drools and snorts in a paroxysm of mirth. There were moments during that screening when the audience's laughter seemed to lift me into a strange new dimension -- one I wanted very much to understand and conquer.  
It was a career epiphany for me. I wanted to obtain the same kind of comic influence those herky jerky figures on the screen possessed, that could make a crowd dissolve into helpless delight.
As an eight-year old I had no idea how to achieve such distinction, but I was determined to find out. So I was in every school play; the part didn't matter, for I would wind up tripping over my own shoes and taking spectacular pratfalls that had my teachers terrified I would break my neck. I read the wonderful and abundant clown biographies of the day -- Mr. Laurel & Mr. Hardy, by John McCabe; W.C. Fields; His Follies and Fortunes, by Robert Lewis Taylor; Keaton, by Rudi Blesch; Father Goose, by Gene Fowler; and Notes on a Cowardly Lion, by John Lahr.  I haunted the local Film Societies, sitting in the dark and learning from the nimble Old Masters of slapstick.
I even wrote an entire Marx Brothers play, in longhand. And had the effrontery to mail it to Douglas Campbell, the Artistic Director of the renowned Guthrie Theater. He actually responded several weeks later, with a brief note thanking me for my submission and suggesting I have someone type it up so he could actually read it.
To me all this was a deadly serious pursuit. As the years slid past my adolescent passion to make people laugh turned into an obsession.
Walking home from school in the middle of a deep Minnesota winter, I would pry up sheets of ice from sidewalk puddles, then smash them over my head and stagger about like Curly Howard or Chaplin after being hit with a mallet. I carried banana peels with me, the better to impress the girls with my balletic slides and tumbles. (It didn't work.)
The world would never hold any satisfaction for me, unless I could stick my tongue out at it as a paid professional.
What kept my parents from sending me off to a laughing academy was the fortuitous opening of the Ringling Brothers Clown College. The school actively sought amateur clowns of every stripe. As soon as I was out of high school I was on my way to Venice, Florida, to enter the school's unhallowed halls. That’s where I heard the matchless Lou Jacobs say “It’s no good trying to hold onto a laugh -- it just goes rotten quick, like a ripe peach.”

And all because I had once seen Charlie Murray hit Louise Fazenda with a two-by-four on the screen of the Varsity Theater.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Thank you, Barbara Crum!




To the multitudinous readers who liked “The Cruelty of Clown Alley,” I want to say a big “ankThay youyay!” Your support sweetens my days and brightens my nights.

Joe Giordano; Gabriel Romero Sr.; Mike Weakley; Stymie Beard; Sandy Weber; Chris Twiford; Leo Acton; Mike Johnson; Keith Holt; Patty Malo; James D. Howard; David Orr; Michael Thomas; Connie Pritchard Reinhardt; Kel Parry; Tonica Johnson; Barbara Crum; Kenneth L Stallings; Fay Janzen Schmitt; Tony Spalding; Marion Seidel; Vic Brisbin; Kevin Smykal; Kim Ruest; Brian Koch; Dave Letterfly; Laura Sutton; Chris Moss; Bill Rothe; and the prodigious Erik Bartlett.

“Live your story first -- then write it down.”  Amy Tan


Kathy Griffin



Kathy Griffin continues to drown in backlash over a gruesome photo shoot that enraged President Trump, drew widespread bipartisan criticism, and has now cost the comedian her long-time New Year’s Eve co-host job with CNN.  The comedian and reality TV star apologized Tuesday night for a shocking picture in which she was seen holding a prop of Trump’s bloody, severed head.



Beheading your own chief-of-state
On most people is sure to grate.
Katherine Griffin
No longer has tiffin
With anyone but a blind date.

Ruling by tweet is absurd




Ruling by tweet is absurd.
Just why should we cherish a word
From some texting fool
Who thinks he is cool --

His musings should all be interred.

A Candy Bar Wrapped in Seaweed



A growing number of entrepreneurs and researchers are working to turn foods like mushrooms, kelp, milk and tomato peels into edible — if not always palatable — replacements for plastics, coatings and other packaging materials.


A candy bar wrapped in seaweed
Dampens my caramel greed.
I don’t want my meat
Bound up in a sheet
Of pulverized parakeet seed!


No Summer Peaches?



For almost all Southerners, a summer without a seemingly endless supply of peaches is unthinkable. But growers say the unthinkable is about to happen in America’s cobbler belt. A double punch of unseasonably warm winter weather and an ill-timed freeze has devastated the peach crop.



The people who live in Savannah
Consider the peach to be manna --
A nectarous dream,
Served up with some cream --

But now all they’ve got is banana!