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My regular talk with Bob Wright, on many topics.
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I like jokes that relate to personal identity. I posted one in my first This and That, and Iโll repeat it here. Itโs at least 1700 years oldโfrom Mary Beardโs book Laughter in Ancient Romeโand Gregory Murphy sent me a slightly modified version.
I just got a new one from my favorite sister, Elisa Bloom.
Others? Please put them in the comments.
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At the beginning of the YouTube video above, Bob told me about another Small Potatoes, run by Rachel Isaacs. He pointed out that Isaacs has two distinct advantages over me: she is a rabbi and she actually grows potatoes.
I hope you donโt leave me for her, but if you enjoy substacks with this name, why not both?
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Iโve told the story before (here) of why this substack is called Small Potatoes, but have you ever wondered what the opposite title would be?
Neither did I, but my wife found the answer. Itโs Some Pumpkins.
She learned this from an interesting article by Bill Black. He cites Bartlettโs Dictionary of Americanisms, (no relation to the more famous Bartlett), published in 1848.
Black reviews popular theories of the phraseโs origin (dismissing one prominent one as โbullshitโ) and gives examples of various usages. His essay ends by noting that the โsmall potatoesโ/โsome pumpkinsโ contrast is discussed in
the 1858 play Our American Cousin, in which an English baronet hosts his distant cousin Asa Trenchard, a stereotypical Vermont rube. About halfway through the play, the baronetโs daughter Florence introduces Asa to another cousin, Mary, an impoverished milkmaid. Asa is impressed by her skill at milking the cows and making butter and cheese; he tells Florence that she (Florence) is โsmall potatoes โฆcompared to a gal like that.โ
FLO: Iโm what?
ASA: Small potatoes.
FLO: Will you be kind enough to translate that for me, for I donโt understand American yet.
ASA: Yes, Iโll put it in French for you, โpetite pommes des terres.โ
FLO: Ah, itโs very clear now; but, cousin, do tell me what you mean by calling me small potatoes.
ASA: Wal, you can sing and paint, and play on the pianner, and in your particular circle you are some pumpkins.
FLO: Some pumpkins, first I am small potatoes, and now Iโm some pumpkins.
ASA: But she, she can milk cows, set up the butter, make cheese, and, darn me, if them ainโt what I call raal downright feminine accomplishments.
Black ends by noting that Our American Cousin is remembered as the play Abraham Lincoln was watching when he diedโhe was shot shortly after this scene. Some pumpkins, indeed.
Blogs named Small Potatoes should appear in Sub-Sacks rather than on Substack.
Two drunks at a bar.
Drunk #1: I gotta go the bathroom.
Drunk #2: Go fer me too, willya?
Drunk #1 returns.
Drunk #2: Did ya go fer me?
Drunk #1: Oh I forgot (leaves again)
Drunk #1 returns again.
Drunk #2: Well?
Drunk #1: You didnโt hafta go.