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The
editors took a draw, and went with "Dewey Defeats Truman."
As
the
night wore on, and Truman appeared to be the winner, Tribune
drivers
were
sent out in all directions to retrieve the early editions.
Many
newsstand operators and vendors refused to surrender them,
however,
sensing that journalistic history was being made. These papers,
today,
are treasures.
For
decades afterwards, the Tribune blushed at the mention of the
"Dewey Defeats
Truman" incident. Eventually all of the editors involved
retired or died
off, however, and their replacements were able to see the humor in the
tragedy.
Today,
in fact, you can even buy "Dewey Defeats Truman" T-shirts in the
Tribune
company stores. I have one myself.
Whimsically,
Edeard
W. Baumann
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A
little post-Christmas humor from the www.humormatters.com website. The
website notes this poem was submitted by Cathy W.
Twas
the month after Christmas, and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste,
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared,
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared.
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese,
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt,
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt.
I said to myself, as I only can,
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished,
'Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie--not even a lick,
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore,
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
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