Grammar school puke powder
antipos...@my-deja.com
think of something from the past. In our elementary school, every
classroom had a supply closet, many of which were filled with crates of
puke powder. Remember that? Some kid would hurl unexpectedly, sometimes
setting of a chain reaction of puke by other easily disgusted kids,
sometimes not, but no matter what, the teacher would jog over to the
supply closet and break open a can of puke powder and just like that,
the mess would be quickly absorbed. I wonder about the chemical
properties of the puke powder; I would imagine that it something like
the chemical ingrediant of cat litter.
Anyway, does anyone else remember this, or something like this? I still
can't figure out why our school had so much of it in each classroom,
however.
I also cannot remember what would happen in the aftermath of the
occasional accidental moment of some kid peeing in his or her pants, or
for the extremely rare, crapping in one's classroom seat. So, does
anyone have any good elementary school body fluid stories to share?
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rach
I threw up in the grocery store one day. It was back in the days of the
small store and the two check out thing. The checkout lady used to let me
ride the conveyor belt. Anyway... to this day I cannot drink a whole can of
pop by myself... couldn't back then either. A man was handing out samples
of Pepsi in Dixie cups and my mom went insane for a minute and let me have
one ( we weren't allowed pop too often) anyway, I hurled it back again in
between the meat section and the kool aid rack. The butcher ran and threw
saw dust on it and that was that.
Thinking of puke powder, I wonder what that was.
I also threw up in my friend's hood in grade 4 after eating some Cheesies. I
never was much of one for junk food.
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rach
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> They used ordinary saw dust when I was in school before the revolution.
They had sawdust "back in the olden days"?
Ang
Oriole Adams
As an aside, I'll mention that once when I was on a plane bound for England,
some kid barfed before we'd even left Kennedy airport. The flight attendants
removed his seat cushion and proceeded to spray the entire surrounding area
with something that smelled like peppermint. It was effective, because I'm one
of those who gets naseous just at the *suggestion* of vomit, and the minty
aroma was a soothing alternative....
Dixon Hayes
school the janitor used some type of ammonia compound that looked like green
coffee grounds and had a minty/chemical smell to it. It was a common sight in
our school, as one good barf was a one way ticket home to Lipton's Soup,
"Hollywood Squares" and otherwise loafing on the couch...
Incidentally, our second grade teachers did not like us using language like
"barf" or "puke." Once we all got in trouble for telling the teacher Timmy
puked, then barfed, then threw up all over the boys' room. We were able to
warn the next kid back in the classroom, to say "not feel good" instead of
"vomit", so he got by with "Mrs. Ward, Timmy just didn't feel good all over the
toilet, the floor and part of the stall."
Dixon
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believe the contents was chili and spaghetti that my Dad had cooked for the
previous night's supper.
The stuff that they used at my school came in what looked like a paint can,
looked like pink sawdust and had a smell that is/was indescribable. But it
took care of whatever was purged from the human body.
CARTRA56
little mishaps.
I don't remember it smelling like mint or anything...just the green color and
him sweeping it up after a bit. I have no idea what the barf eating ingrediant
was...
Thanks for the memories...I think
LOL
Carla
LizzieZ
Starting right off with the title of this thread, to which I gave a huge
double-take, continuing on to the comments about riding the conveyor belt, the
one-way ticket home to Lipton's soup and Hollywood Squares, and the lovely
descriptive words "barf eating ingredient," I really needed this -- it's been a
rough week, thanks!!
BTW, Oriole, I figured you were going to say that after the mint spray on the
airplane, from that day forward the smell of mint made you nauseous! What a
horrible way to have to go through life; glad it was just the opposite for ya!
:-)
Liz
aleen the karaoke queen
well!!!! I was a frequent-barfer as a youngster and my very first day
of kindergarten I was so excited that during the circle time, I puked
everywhere, and I remember feeling bad about that and the janitor shook
the brownish-orangish powder all over it, and that certainly wasn't the
last time I saw it during grade school! Oh I have lots of humiliating
barf stories but I think the worst was when I was about 8 at the
Minnesota State Fair, I won a milk-drinking contest and went up to get
my prize and puked in front of everyone, oh the HUMILIATION! Tee hee!
Have a wonderful day! :-)
aleen the karaoke queen
In article <95fqd0$624$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>,
recsec
> think of something from the past. In our elementary school, every
> classroom had a supply closet, many of which were filled with crates of
> puke powder. Remember that
The powder!! Wow I hadn't thought of that in years. But I remember ours
being green flakes. I no because it was used on me in the 6th grade. I still
do this day do not know why I got sick. I remember that everything was hunky
dorey & then all of a sudden & w/o warning B-L-L-L-L-L-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H!!!
My first thought was 'O man I am soooo embarrassed by this. I look like a
fool!!' The teacher came over to me as I was sitting by the closet, she grab
the bag & poured it on the floor. Then she just swept it up as if the floor
had NEVER been wet with puke. I was amazed. That was the 1st & thankfully
the only time I ever saw that. I was always hoping to see it again but just
with someone else being sick.
Billy
The Wanderer
what the barf eating ingrediant
> was...
Was barf eating the ingredient, was the ingredient eating the barf,
questions questions. I just dont like the words barf and eating used in the
same sentence and put together in such a way as to say "barf eating".
eeeewwwwwww, gag! LOL.
Lenny Smith
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>
>The Wanderer <rosieon...@worldnet.att.net> wrote in message
>> They used ordinary saw dust when I was in school before the revolution.
>
>They had sawdust "back in the olden days"?
They had saws?
Lenny
Lenny Smith
antipos...@my-deja.com wrote in message
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>I wash just cleaning the bathroom, and the smell of the Lysol made me
>think of something from the past. In our elementary school, every
>classroom had a supply closet, many of which were filled with crates of
>puke powder. Remember that? Some kid would hurl unexpectedly, sometimes
>setting of a chain reaction of puke by other easily disgusted kids,
>sometimes not, but no matter what, the teacher would jog over to the
>supply closet and break open a can of puke powder and just like that,
>the mess would be quickly absorbed. I wonder about the chemical
>properties of the puke powder; I would imagine that it something like
>the chemical ingrediant of cat litter.
>
>Anyway, does anyone else remember this, or something like this? I still
>can't figure out why our school had so much of it in each classroom,
>however.
They should have kept this stuff in our Junior High cafeteria.
>I also cannot remember what would happen in the aftermath of the
>occasional accidental moment of some kid peeing in his or her pants, or
>for the extremely rare, crapping in one's classroom seat. So, does
>anyone have any good elementary school body fluid stories to share?
Not elementary school, Junior High... A buddy of mine got VERY pissed off
one day when one of the class wiseasses stole his dessert... He was fussing
and fuming about how to get even, and I suggested something I'd always
wanted to try. That day, after school, we hit a drugstore and bought a box
of Feenamint, "the chewing gum laxative"... and a box of Chicklets the same
color. We dumped out the Chicklets and put in the Feenamint, except for two
Chicklets on top. The next day after finishing his lunch, my pal, who made
a point of sitting next to the guy in question, conspicuously whipped out
the gum and popped the two real pieces of gum in his mouth. Oddly enough,
that day, the other kid ALMOST didn't take the bait, but after much waving
of the box, sure enough he stole it... and chewed some... and shared with
his wiseass gang who'd all gotten big laughs over the stolen dessert the day
before. Half an hour later, they all had to leave... very suddenly,
hehehe.
Lenny
The Wanderer
sweep up the dust.
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from Brooklyn
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recsec
> Was barf eating the ingredient, was the ingredient eating the barf,
> questions questions. I just dont like the words barf and eating used in
the
> same sentence and put together in such a way as to say "barf eating".
> eeeewwwwwww, gag! LOL.
> --
> Buddy
> from Brooklyn
> http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/5591/
>
> "If women didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning."
> Aristotle Onassis
LOL this from a guy who has absolutely no problem jamming his hand inside
someone's chest. INSIDE I SAY!! LOL!!
Billy
The Wanderer
dont bother me. Sorry if you took my previous stuff in a way that I did not
intend. I wasn't that important, but I watched everything.
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
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that a girl in the class kept raising her hand only to be repeatedly told by
the teacher to wait--to which she replied "Well I hope youse can swim"
(couldn't have been much more than 7 or 8 years old)
The other was when a saw another girl running down the hall with her hand over
her mouth starting to go into those convulsive heaves. She didn't make it to
the bathroom in time and a fine spray of puke shot out betwixt her fingers like
when you hold your finger over a garden hose. I found it quite humorous at the
time (and still do!).
-ANT
ANT The Monarch of Menace
>removed his seat cushion and proceeded to spray the entire surrounding area
>with something that smelled like peppermint. It was effective, because I'm
>one
>of those who gets naseous just at the *suggestion* of vomit, and the minty
>aroma was a soothing alternative....
"May I suggest an after dinner mint? They're wafer thin." BLAMMO!
Or the chocolate that's filled with Lark's Vomit. Mmmmm, thems good eats.
-ANT
WiNK
Nadine
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our church confirmation retreat all day long on a beautiful, warm autumn
Sunday. (Nov. 16, 1975). No one wanted to be there because it truly was
too nice nice of a day for a bunch of 15 & 16 year olds to be stuck
inside with a bunch of old priests and nuns.
As the day began, about 35 of us were cramped in a tiny hot classroom
doing about a million Our Fathers and Hail Marys. Meanwhile, one of
our classmates, Ed, was just sitting there in the corner looking pale
and not participating in the prayer marathon. Suddenly one of the
charm-free nuns ceased the prayers and sternly asked Ed why he was not
praying with the group. Ed did not answer, but instead sat there with
a glazed look on his face. Once again, the nun barked at Ed to answer
her.
What happened next has been burned in our memories for the rest of our
lives...Ed suddenly lurched forward and all hell broke loose!! Now,
from where I was sitting, I thought someone threw a water balloon.
Because there was a quick, burst-spray of liquid shooting across the
entire room! Screams, scrambles, panic, cursing!! Bodies rising and
stumbling. Pandomonium. Ed had projectile vomited in the direction of
the entire first & second row of kids. The circumfrance of this brutal
barf also included the nuns and priests. The stench of this filthy
spray immediatly permeated throughout the tiny room. Linda Blair had
nothing on Ed. He did this all without his head revolving!! Apparently
Ed had been out heavily drinking the evening before and was feeling
quite under the weather that day. He was dismissed to go home
immediatly and the rest of us spent 6 more hours praying for the day to
all be just a distant memory!!
Tritt
rach
on a regular basis. I could barely read it the second time because of the
tears of laughter in my eyes. What an event. Nothing like being hung over to
all shit and being in church... don't miss those days. :)
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WiNK
of this stuff or what it consists of... if you REALLY want. :-)
Nadine
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evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple."
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Mike Deaton
it on the bus for bus pukes.
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Dixon Hayes
>You know, with the line of work I do...I might be able to find out the name
>of this stuff or what it consists of... if you REALLY want. :-)
>
Yes Nadine please...you know, that wouldn't have been a bad subject of one of
those educational films we had to watch in school.
"Gosh, Professor Peterson, what is that magic barf-eating ingredient?"
"Well, Timmy, let's say you just blew your waffles in gym class. As soon as Mr.
Billingsley arrives with the green stuff, a very special chemical reaction
begins."
"You mean when I throw my Spam I am beginning some kind of chemistry?"
"That's right, Timmy. Mr. Billingsley's green powder contains an ammonia
compound that immediately starts attacking the molecules in your disgusting
puke, forming a brand new compound..."
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I'm blessed to perform.
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from Brooklyn
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anyway) the crowd (a loose knit gang in the '50s style) went to Midnight
Mass. It was half saying that we were grateful for another year-and prayed
for a good New Year (and the birth of Jesus and all that stuff), and the
other half was sort of showing our girlfriends that we weren't the useless,
worthless sacks of shit that they already knew we were. I guess we were
trying to show them that we were sort of marriageable in a way. Girls, being
our better halves, were sort of appreciative that we had SOME redeeming
qualities and, I guess, figured that we MIGHT make decent fathers who would
then send our kids to Catholic School. Anyway, that was the front, or game,
or show. So, it being Christmas Eve and all, we still had to get drunk, and
we'd start working hard at drinking ourselves comatose in the schoolyard at
about 7pm. Five hours to midnight and the clock was ticking on these
pubescent amateurs. Jump ahead to about 11:45pm. Between 50 to 100 of our
crowd (loosely aligned with the South Brooklyn Savages), guys and girls,
would start to wobble in to the church. Some of the guys girls were already
carrying them into the already almost full church of St. Agatha's, where
most of us went to grammar school. Our rivals from Sunset Park, the Little
People-and associates, were also coming in, and in about the same shape.
There had always been bad blood with these guys and we knew there might be
trouble after Mass. But Mass proceeded in the usual way. You'd hear suddenly
some one calling Ralph, up ahead over to the side. Then someone would
equally loudly call upon Earl somewhere behind you. And this was a sporadic
occurence in various areas of the church. And we would see the ushers
scurrying back and forth to clean up the puke. The whole church would begin
to smell like puke. The usher would try to walk one guy out and the guy
would respond to this firm kindness with "Get your fuckin' hands off of me!"
Oh yeah, the place was warmin' up. Then we would go outside after Mass and
you would see various people standing at various spots looking down
dejectedly over puddles. And all these guys were the guys I was there with.
Out would come the other crowd, the hated Little People. A
spark would ignite, and it looked like a hockey game. There were people
struggling and punching all over the street. Someone would run into the
Lundy home across the street and shout "They're beating up Jocko!" (Jocko
Lundy was a TOUGH dude. He came from a family that had -no shit- twelve
children. A very poor Irish family that stuck together against all
outsiders, loved to get high, and loved to fight.) Once the Lundy Alarm had
been sounded about a hundred people came charging out of the Lundy house at
once. This doubled the size of the brawl. People fighting everywhere and
police sirens in the distance. Happy Birthday Jesus! The church smelled
like puke. The streets smelled like puke. People were standing in it.
Fighting in it. Rolling in it. And then the cops pulled up, careful to avoid
standing in the puke. Everybody split INSTANTANEOUSLY! The only people left
stading were the cops and several Lundys. And Jocko who was not finished
removing this guys brain and handing it back to him.
That's one of my favorite Puke Stories (if you can have
favorites).
There was also the time the nun was scolding my brothers
best friend whe a touch of the old reverse hyper-peristalsis came upon him
and hit the nun like a bucket right over the heart area, or where the
cleavage should have been. If was about a gallons worth, and there was NO
SAWDUST for that.
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
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Nanc
rach wrote in message ...
>>Thinking of puke powder, I wonder what that was.
>I also threw up in my friend's hood in grade 4 after eating some Cheesies.
I never was much of one for junk food.
ROFL rach --- in her hood grooosss
Nanc
I always wondered why they never threw anyone out. I guess they thought
better in church than on the streets.
The Wanderer wrote in message ...
Nanc
I have one memory of "not feeling good" on the stairs while I was running to
the bathroom. I was amazed that the janitor took the green stuff and cleaned
up all the puke by the time I went back upstairs.
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>I don't know if it's the same stuff you are talking about, Tom, but in my
>school the janitor used some type of ammonia compound that looked like
green
>coffee grounds and had a minty/chemical smell to it. It was a common sight
in
>our school, as one good barf was a one way ticket home to Lipton's Soup,
>"Hollywood Squares" and otherwise loafing on the couch...
>
>Incidentally, our second grade teachers did not like us using language like
>"barf" or "puke." Once we all got in trouble for telling the teacher Timmy
>puked, then barfed, then threw up all over the boys' room. We were able to
>warn the next kid back in the classroom, to say "not feel good" instead of
>"vomit", so he got by with "Mrs. Ward, Timmy just didn't feel good all over
the
>toilet, the floor and part of the stall."
Nanc
fall down. I know it's wrong but I can't stop myself!
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WiNK wrote in message ...
WiNK
exports.....I do a lot of online research...including research of Janitorial
Supplies. LOL! :-)
Nadine
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>fall down. I know it's wrong but I can't stop myself!
You are a cad and a bounder, how can you live with yourself?
hehehehehe
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Francis McGill
green color to it . . . but this was a forgotten memory for
sure!
recsec (rec...@flash.net) wrote:
: <antipos...@my-deja.com> wrote in message
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: > I wash just cleaning the bathroom, and the smell of the Lysol made me
: > think of something from the past. In our elementary school, every
: > classroom had a supply closet, many of which were filled with crates of
: > puke powder. Remember that
: The powder!! Wow I hadn't thought of that in years. But I remember ours
: being green flakes. I no because it was used on me in the 6th grade. I still
: do this day do not know why I got sick. I remember that everything was hunky
: dorey & then all of a sudden & w/o warning B-L-L-L-L-L-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H!!!
: My first thought was 'O man I am soooo embarrassed by this. I look like a
: fool!!' The teacher came over to me as I was sitting by the closet, she grab
: the bag & poured it on the floor. Then she just swept it up as if the floor
: had NEVER been wet with puke. I was amazed. That was the 1st & thankfully
: the only time I ever saw that. I was always hoping to see it again but just
: with someone else being sick.
: Billy
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> For the love of all that is good, this post *must* be saved and brought
out
> on a regular basis. I could barely read it the second time because of the
> tears of laughter in my eyes.
It could go in the website, on a "Spewing in the '70s" page.
Jeff Troutman
Jeff Troutman
> You know, with the line of work I do...I might be able to find out the
name
> of this stuff or what it consists of... if you REALLY want. :-)
>
If it wouldn't get you in trouble for sharing "trade secrets", I would love
to know.
Jeff Troutman
Jeff Troutman
> I wash just cleaning the bathroom, and the smell of the Lysol made me
> think of something from the past. In our elementary school, every
> classroom had a supply closet, many of which were filled with crates of
I have been racking my brains on this for a day now, and I can't remember
anybody hurling during my grammar school days. Not a one. Sorry.
Jeff Troutman, now high school was another story...
Tiny Dancer
>"rach" <trist...@hotmail.com> wrote:
It's times like this I'm so glad I'm the webmistress of the group's site 'cause
I'm slammin' my virtual foot down on THIS idea right now, buster! :-) "Spewing
in the '70s" indeed, why the very idea! I do have my eye on a few of these
hilarious postings, though, and kind of dig the header, I must say, so they'll
probably end up on the site *sigh* You try to bring a modicum of decorum
to the joint with a sparkling clean website full of peace, love and daisychains
and what do ya get? A tribute to Grammar School Puke Powder.
Have I mentioned how much I missed this fab place?! :-)
Cheers,
TD
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> And so the word went out from "Jeff Troutman"
<yourhe...@starpower.net>:
>
> >"rach" <trist...@hotmail.com> wrote:
>
> >> For the love of all that is good, this post *must* be saved and brought
> >> out on a regular basis. I could barely read it the second time because
> >> of the tears of laughter in my eyes.
> >
> >It could go in the website, on a "Spewing in the '70s" page.
>
> It's times like this I'm so glad I'm the webmistress of the group's site
'cause
> I'm slammin' my virtual foot down on THIS idea right now, buster! :-)
If I'd known it would help get you to post again, I would have suggested it
sooner.
>"Spewing
> in the '70s" indeed, why the very idea! I do have my eye on a few of
these
> hilarious postings, though, and kind of dig the header, I must say, so
they'll
> probably end up on the site *sigh* You try to bring a modicum of decorum
> to the joint with a sparkling clean website full of peace, love and
daisychains
> and what do ya get? A tribute to Grammar School Puke Powder.
Consider it part of what it takes to create a complete representation of
things '70s.
>
> Have I mentioned how much I missed this fab place?! :-)
Trust me, it's at least as much as this fab place has missed you.
Jeff Troutman; welcome back