What the heck is a "dying rooster?"
Sir Jasper Addleton
selling these things. My British slang dictionary ungraciously omits
it. I tried Google, which led me to some lyrics by something called
Alice in Chains but, somehow, I don't think this is it. A toy, no
doubt, of some sort.....I appeal to the erudition of this fine group to
enlighten me.
ej
Desmond is. This has puzzled me for years.
Charlotte Mulliner
"Sir Jasper Addleton" <SirJaspe...@webtv.net> wrote in message
news:7145-3DAC...@storefull-2177.public.lawson.webtv.net...
Neil Crockford
>Perhaps while the group is looking, they might also find out what a Dismal
>Desmond is. This has puzzled me for years.
>
a kind of canine Eeyore.
James Bartholomew Belford
--
Donald Renouf
I always thought it was a sort of rubber chicken which made a kind of
wailing squeak when it deflated, thereby causing much amusement to the
deflator and his circle.
Of course, I may be completely b. up the wrong t.
Algernon Blair Worthington ffinch-ffinch
Not Regis
news:6cd78186.02101...@posting.google.com...
Now, how about explaining what a dog & rat contest is. This was mentioned
in at least one Lord Emsworth book.
David M. Harris
>
> Now, how about explaining what a dog & rat contest is. This was mentioned
> in at least one Lord Emsworth book.
>
one time common to put a small dog (normally a terrier) in a small arena
full of rats. The betting was on how many rats he could kill in a given
time.
Saxby (Howard)
--
author of Democracy and Other Problems, an essay chapbook from SRM,
Publishers, available at http://www.korval.com/srmcat1.htm
The Mixer
David M. Harris wrote:
> Not Regis wrote:
>
>>
>> Now, how about explaining what a dog & rat contest is. This was
>> mentioned
>> in at least one Lord Emsworth book.
>>
> I don't know that this is what Lord Emsworth means by it, but it was at
> one time common to put a small dog (normally a terrier) in a small arena
> full of rats. The betting was on how many rats he could kill in a given
> time.
And on one notable occasion the young Galahad Threepwood's Towser was
matched up against the young Tubby Parsloe's Banjo in such an event.
Towser put up such a poor showing that Gally was convinced that Parsloe
nobbled his entry by serving the animal a surreptitious steak dinner
shortly before the whistle blew.
The Mixer
£ for a d.
Renouf <oper...@hotmail.com> wrote:
Actually, I believe that you are hitting one of those long shiny pointy
things dead on the whatsit with one of those other pounding implements.
Here's why: recently, I read a book by Edmund Crispin.
But more to the point, although I had read the book before, I had
entirely forgotten a reference made, near to the end, to a Dying Pig.
So when I read it this afternoon while lounging in my air conditioned
dustbin, I must admit to having given tongue to some manner of
imprecation against the parentage of certain of my less salubrious
acquiantances. But please allow me to quote:
'The thing for him to do, then, is to muddy the waters. The police are
no fools, but even sages are confusable up to a point. And Luckraft's
next step in this direction almost makes me feel an affection for him,
ghoul though he undoubtedly was. Lingering with the other witnesses
until the press conference began and they were free to leave, he
happened to find in a pocket of the civilian suit he was wearing a
relic of a small nephew's birthday party which he had attended some
weeks previously. There had been crackers - good crackers, crackers as
they used to be before the manufacturers decided they could get away
with fillings of the cheapest possible rubbish. Luckraft had won a
Dying Pig; and there, in his pocket, it had remained ever since its
charms, at the party, had given place to rival attractions.
'You know the thing I mean, of course: it's a sort of small balloon
which you blow up with a view to letting the air out and producing, by
means of an ingenious device in the neck, one of the most hideous and
realistic bubbling screams you ever heard.'
(Edmund Crispin, The Glimpses of the Moon, p. 290, Avon Books)
Of course, Glimpses was published in 1977, sixty years, after Uneasy
Money, but I can't imagine that making so significant a difference. In
fact, if that isn't a nearly perfect match for the item described in
Uneasy Money, then I'm a Dutchman.
Yours,
Max Geldray
Joe Fish
this. Think of what Psmith would do. The sound of a dying rooster is
enquired about. The answer is, Please Sir, exactly what kind of sound
do you mean? When Sir Jasper is finished immitating this, I will
render my imitation, which is of a rooster in a bath at 4am, crowing,
while the water is running out.
Donald Renouf
> In article <6cd78186.02101...@posting.google.com>, Donald
> Renouf <oper...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> > I always thought it was a sort of rubber chicken which made a kind of
> > wailing squeak when it deflated, thereby causing much amusement to the
> > deflator and his circle.
> >
> > Of course, I may be completely b. up the wrong t.
> >
> > Algernon Blair Worthington ffinch-ffinch
>
> Actually, I believe that you are hitting one of those long shiny pointy
> things dead on the whatsit with one of those other pounding implements.
Oh, how gratifying. Break out the Bollinger - these occasions are few and f. b.
Algy ffinch
Sir Jasper Addleton
those balloon things that make rude noises as they deflate, and I also
think that since the term can't be found anywhere, that Mr. PGW is
having a laugh on us!
As for the ingenious soul who requested an imitation of this dying
rooster. I can only say:
Cock-a doodle-do! Cock-a doodle, er? C-c-c...brawk? chawk? Uh-oh.
Thud.
Ward Griffiths
> Not Regis wrote:
>>
>> Now, how about explaining what a dog & rat contest is. This was
>> mentioned in at least one Lord Emsworth book.
>>
> I don't know that this is what Lord Emsworth means by it, but it was at
> one time common to put a small dog (normally a terrier) in a small arena
> full of rats. The betting was on how many rats he could kill in a given
> time.
There is an excellent description of the "sport" and a venue in the novel
_The Holmes-Dracula File_ by Fred Saberhagen. It was apparently one of the
last animal fighting sports to be banned in Great Britain.
A Large Stout
--
Ward Griffiths wdg...@comcast.net
The State too often is like a driver who hits a pedestrian, gets out of
his car and says to the victim, "It's lucky for you I was here to help."
Alan Turin
Kristine Fowler
:> I don't know that this is what Lord Emsworth means by it, but it was at
:> full of rats. The betting was on how many rats he could kill in a given
:> time.
and The Mixer <ian_m...@telus.net> wrote:
: And on one notable occasion the young Galahad Threepwood's Towser was
: matched up against the young Tubby Parsloe's Banjo in such an event.
There was also the notable occasion upon which Freddy Threepwood, that
go-getting salesman, brought a sack of rats into the drawing room in order
to demonstrate to his aunt, a tough customer, just how a dog properly
raised on Donaldson's Dog Joy would deal with them.
Aurelia Cammarleigh
Swordfish
What ho,
That was hillarious, Sir Jasper.
Now that you have shown such specialist talent at this imitation, you
should really attempt, Archibald Mulliner's celebrated imitation of a
hen laying an egg.
Who knows what the harvest would be.
In Archibald's case it won him the girl he was in love with.
Pip pip,
Swordfish
GrapeApe
>> Thud.
>
>What ho,
>
>That was hillarious, Sir Jasper.
>Now that you have shown such specialist talent at this imitation, you
>should really attempt, Archibald Mulliner's celebrated imitation of a
>hen laying an egg.
>Who knows what the harvest would be.
>In Archibald's case it won him the girl he was in love with.
>Pip pip,
Are you suggesting an egg has not already been laid?
Swordfish
Oops,
A slip of the tongue, old horse.
Should have said 'a hen looking at the newly laid egg'
Pip pip,
Swordfish
Bianchi
Greetings from Blandings on the Bayou: The major hint was that his (Towser's)
breath smelled like onions. A Soho chophouse on a Saturday night. Lady
constance