Saturday, August 18, 2012

Five Minutes of History: Jimmy Sharman

 
Bob Marchant, Jimmy Sharman’s boxing troupe (1996) 

During a conversation with my wife, the name “Sharman” was mentioned. I wondered whether that person was related to Jimmy Sharman, which prompted the response “Who’s that?”  It made me realise once again that the passing of time causes moments in history, experiences and memories to fade and become lost.   

I remember going to the annual local show when I was a youngster and later to the Sydney Royal Easter Show where I was captivated by Sideshow Alley, not throwing balls at stacked cylinders or  putting ping pong balls in the mouths of clowns that moved from side to side, but the tents that would be non-PC today: the half man, half woman; the ghost train;  the mermaid; the sword swallower. . . and Jimmy Sharman’s boxing tent. 

Mind you, I never went inside the tent, I was too young initially and not allowed by my parents.  When I was older I didn’t want to but a feeling of threat and brutality was apparent from the signs and displays, the fighters and the thugs from the audience who wanted to take them on. 

Jimmy Sharman Snr (1887-1965) found at a very young age that he could make money by fighting in the boxing tents in the district shows. After running away from home and engaging in fights with crude rings and equipment, he established his own boxing troupe that travelled to about 50 shows a year, the largest being the Sydney Royal Easter Show.   

By 1915 his Sharman Troupe was well established, his gravelly voice yelling out his catchcry invitations to the public to enter the tent and fight against one of the Sharman stable of fighters:  “Who’ll take a glove?” and “A round or two for a pound or two.”  (“Pound” was the then form of currency).    For the next 40 years he remained a fixture of sideshow alley, customers paying their two bob (two shillings) to view fights. 

By today’s standards such a display would be barbaric and dangerous;  by the standards of the day it was quite acceptable. 

Sharman maintained a strict code:  no consumption of alcohol by fighters or spectators; no mismatched fights; no punchy fighters, and no race discrimination, a progressive position considering the nature of the would-be fighters (usually the local thugs and brawlers) with whom he was dealing, the attitudes of the period and that quite a number of his fighters were black.   

Jimmy Sharman Jnr (1912-2006) was born a year after his father set up his first boxing tent and began working in his father’s tents as a teenager.  His interest however was not in boxing but in rugby league football, captaining Wests and playing 7 seasons as fullback between 1934-1940.  He was unable to serve during World War 11 because of ulcers, being ruled medically unfit.   

In 1955 he took over the boxing tent from his father and toured until 1971, when regulations were introduced prohibiting boxers having more than one fight per week.  That was the end of the Sharman Boxing Troupe. 

For six decades the Sharman tent had followed the show circuit in 4 states for 11 months each year.  Today it is a memory. 

Jimmy Sharman did not leave the shows, instead he became involved in the dodgem cars with his mate, TV mogul Reg Grundy. 

Jimmy Sharman Jnr also had one son, like his father named James.  James is commonly also known as Jim and, although not involved in fighting, he is also a showman of sort.  A director and writer of film and stage, he is internationally best known as the co-writer and director of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. 

Some Sharman pics:

 Jimmy Sharman Snr refereeing a boxing match in 1910

Jimmy Sharman’s boxing tent, outside display (note the drums and megaphones) in Ballarat, Victoria, 1934

A similar outside enticement of the crowd

 Albury Showgrounds, 1930’s

 Jimmy Sharman Jnr playing for Wests

 Jimmy Sharman Jnr, aged 92, not long before his death in 2006.

 Jimmy Sharman Jnr with members of his boxing troupe, 1971

 Jimmy Sharman on the set of Rocky Horror


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Funny Friday

 


Last week’s Funny Friday had a cow theme.  So as to not be sexist, today’s Bytes features some jokes about bulls.   


An Englishman went to a restaurant after watching the local corrida. Whilst waiting for the menu he sees a waiter approaching a table close by, carrying a plate with some large, steaming meatballs. When a waiter finally arrives to take his order he points to the other table and asks for similar meal. The waiter explains that they were the last portion but, if he wanted to make a reservation for the following evening then the restaurant would keep a portion aside for him. 

The following evening the Englishman returned to the restaurant and placed his order. After about half an hour the waiter approaches with a plate with some small, steaming meatballs.  

The Englishman protested that yesterday the adjacent table got large meatballs whilst today he has been served small meatballs. 

The waiter replied “Si, senor, sometimes the matador wins, sometimes the bulls wins''


A big-city lawyer was representing the railroad in a lawsuit filed by an old rancher. The rancher's prize bull was missing from the section through which the railroad passed. The rancher only wanted to be paid the fair value of the bull. The case was scheduled to be tried before the justice of the peace in the back room of the general store. The city-slicker attorney for the railroad immediately cornered the rancher and tried to get him to settle out of court. He did his best selling job, and finally the rancher agreed to take half of what he was asking. After the rancher had signed the release and took the check, the young lawyer couldn't resist gloating a little over his success, telling the rancher, "You are really a country hick, old man, but I put one over on you in there. I couldn't have won the case. The engineer was asleep and the fireman was in the caboose when the train went through your ranch that morning. I didn't have one witness to put on the stand. I bluffed you!" The old rancher replied, "Well, I'll tell you young feller, I was a little worried about winning that case myself, because that durned bull came home this morning."


Old man BillyBob goes and gets a loan from the bank to buy a high priced bull. A few days later, the banker comes along and asks, "How's our bull doing?" BillyBob says, "Our bull ain't doing too good. I got him out there in the pasture with a bunch of young cows and he don't want nothing to do with them." The banker says, "You better call the veterinarian." A couple of days later, the banker comes along again and says, "How's our bull doing now?" BillyBob says, "Plenty darn good. He has done serviced all of my cows, jumped the fence, and is working on the neighbors' cows." The banker says, "Wow! What did the Vet give him?" BillyBob says, "He gave him some pills." The banker says, "What kind of pills?" BillyBob says, "I don't know, but they tasted sort of like peppermint." 


A town in Poland had only one cow and it stopped giving milk. The townspeople did a little research and discovered they could get a cow from Moscow for 2000 rubles - or one from Minsk for only 1000 rubles. So, naturally, --- they got the cow from Minsk.It was a great cow: had a wonderful disposition, and gave lots of milk and lots of cream. Everybody loved it dearly. The people decided they would mate the cow and get more cows like it, and then they would never have to worry about their milk supply again. So they got a bull and led the cow and the bull into the pasture. When the bull came in from the right to mount the cow, the cow moved to the left. When the bull moved in to mount the cow from the left, the cow moved to the right. This went on all day. Finally, in desperation, the people decided to go ask the rabbi what to do. After all he was very wise. They told him the story. "Rabbi, we've tried all day to mate our cow. When the bull moves in from the right the cow moves left and when the bull moves in from the left the cow moves to the right. What do we do?" The Rabbi thought a moment and asked, "Did you buy this cow from Minsk?" "Rabbi!" they replied as one, "You are so wise! We never said we bought the cow from Minsk. How did you know that?" The Rabbi said, sadly, "My wife is from Minsk."



Corn Corner: 

Two bulls were sitting on a hill, overlooking a herd of heifers below.
The young bull says, "Hey, what's say we run down there and screw a few of those heifers, eh?"
The old, wise bull shakes his head and says, "Nah, why don't we walk down there and screw all of them?


Quote: Franklin Delano Roosevelt



Remember, you are just an extra in everyone else’s play.” 
-          Franklin D Roosevelt

Franklin Delano Roosevelt  (1882 – 1945), also known by his initials, FDR was the 32nd President ogf the United States (1933–1945) and a central figure in world events during the mid-20th century, leading the United States during a time of worldwide economic depression and total war. The only American president elected to more than two terms, he facilitated a durable coalition that realigned American politics for decades. With the bouncy popular song “happy days are Here Again” as his campaign theme, FDR defeated incumbent Republican Herbert Hoover in  November 1932, at the depth of the Great Depression. Energized by his personal victory over paralytic illness, FDR's unfailing optimism and activism contributed to a renewal of the national spirit. He worked closely with Winston Churchill and Joseph Stalin in leading the Allies against Germany and Japan in World War 11, but died just as victory was in sight.


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

RIP Helen Gurley Brown

 
 

Regular Byters will know that my only begotten daughter, Acacia, in whom I am well pleased, is the art director of Cosmopolitan Middle East.   The death today of former long-time editor in chief of Cosmo, Helen Gurley Brown (1922-2012), 90, was saddening for her in that she had met Helen a number of times, the last occasion only a couple of weeks ago in New York.  According to my daughter’s text message, “She changed my life”.  Acacia has asked me to feature HGB in tonight's Bytes post.

Acacia with Ms Brown


Some of the comments in news articles today about Helen Gurley Brown: 

“...the editor who made Cosmopolitan magazine into a single girl's handbook of sex and glamour” 

“...shocked early-1960s America with the news that unmarried women not only had sex but thoroughly enjoyed it — and as the editor of Cosmopolitan magazine spent the next three decades telling those women precisely how to enjoy it even more” 

“...one of the biggest pioneers in magazines” 


A detailed article by Mia Freedman on the life and impact of Helen Gurley Brown can be read at:
“The Day I Met Helen Gurley Brown."  Mia is a former editor of Cosmo Sydney and a colleague of Acacia.


Some comments about HGB: 

Helen Gurley Brown’s book “Sex and the Single Girl”, published in 1962 when she was 40, came at a time when attitudes towards sex were quite different from today.  Her central theme – that single women could have sex and enjoy it – both enlightened and divided.  She was denounced by some of the leaders of second wave feminism, yet hailed by others as a founder of it. 

In television promotions for the book she was often barred from using the word “sex”. 

HGB became chief editor of Cosmopolitan in 1965, reversing its decline and renaming it from The Cosmopolitan in 1967.  Originally a family magazine, under HGB’s editorship it changed its focus to women and continued the openness of her book in addressing shame free female sexuality.  Women’s health, women’s issues and beauty were also added as favourite topics. 

In 1972 the magazine caused a considerable controversy by being the first magazine to publish a nude male centrefold, of actor Burt Reynolds:


“Her philosophy for Cosmo was the same one she’d always applied to her own life: self-improvement. What woman doesn’t want a better relationship? Better sex? Better hair? A better job? A better wardrobe? A better body? Cosmo was the original self-help manual, decades before the genre would spawn Mars & Venus and Dr Phil. Unlike some of the more radical branches of feminism in the sixties and seventies, The Cosmo girl as created by Helen, saw no conflict between loving men and being ambitious. She wanted to please men and herself. Deep-cleavage feminism, some called it. The formula worked.  Helen’s Cosmopolitan would go on to become the most successful magazine in the world, selling millions of copies a month in 100 countries. It still holds that title today.” 
- Mia Freedman.

By 1997 the world that she had helped shape had moved on and passed her.  She no longer fit in, her views in many women’s areas were conservative or just plain wrong (for instance, arguing in 1988 that straight women could not contract AIDS).  In 1997 she was ousted as editor of Cosmopolitan US but remained international editor of the 59 international editions of Cosmo until her death.

On the announcement of her death, New York mayor Michael Bloomberg, said simply 

"Today New York City lost a pioneer who reshaped not only the entire media industry, but the nation's culture. She was a role model for the millions of women whose private thoughts, wonders and dreams she addressed so brilliantly in print.”


Some Helen Gurley Brown quotes:

“Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.”

“Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork—reading, writing, thinking—can.”

“My success was not based so much on any great intelligence but on great common sense.”

“Never fail to know that if you are doing all the talking, you are boring somebody.”

“Nearly every glamorous, wealthy, successful career woman you might envy now started out as some kind of schlepp.”

“What you have to do is work with the raw material you have, namely you, and never let up.”

“Sex is one of the three best things out there, and I don’t even know what the other two are.”

“Money, if it does not bring you happiness, will at least help you be miserable in comfort.”

“How could any woman not be a feminist? The girl I’m editing for wants to be known for herself. If that’s not a feminist message, I don’t know what is.”


Monday, August 13, 2012

Quote: Lord Sandwich / John Wilkes

 

Lord Sandwich:  "Sir, I do not know whether you will die on the gallows or of the pox." 

John Wilkes: "That depends, my lord, on whether I embrace your lordship's principles or your mistress." 

Exchange between Lord Sandwich and John Wilkes. 
The reply has also been attributed to Samuel Foote.


Lord Sandwich

John Montagu, 4th Earl of Sandwich (1718-1792) was a British statesman who held various military and political offices, including Postmaster General, First Lord of the Admiralty and Secretary of State for the Northern Department.  He remains best known, however, for the invention of the sandwich.  Unwilling to leave the gambling tables he so liked, he had his servants bring him meat between two pieces of bread.  Others began ordering “the same as Sandwich”, his title.


John Wilkes 

John Wilkes (1725-1797) was an English radical, journalist and politician.  Wilkes supported the American rebels during the War of Independence but became increasingly conservative as he grew older.  During his life he had a reputation as a womaniser.


Samuel Foote

Samuel Foote ((1720-1777) was a British dramatist, actor and theatre manager.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Mars Pics

 


Curiosity rover, NASA’s most recent robotic, nuclear-powered Mars rover, successfully landed on Mars on 6 August 2012.  It is a car-sized mobile scientific laboratory and it landed in Gale Crater, less than 2.4km from its target after a journey of 563,270,400 km.  Mars rover was launched on 26 November 2011. 

-          News report


Byter Leo has sent me some pics from that mission.  Here is his email:

Beautiful and incredible images from the latest batch of photographs from Curiosity rover.









Saturday, August 11, 2012

Doodles





I was watching Frank Capra’s Mr Deeds Goes to Town again last night when the following scene with a young Gary Cooper came on: 

Longfellow Deeds: ...everybody does something silly when they're thinking. For instance, the judge here is, is an O-filler. 
Judge May: A what? 
Longfellow Deeds: An O-filler. You fill in all the spaces in the O's with your pencil. I was watching him. 
[general laughter
Longfellow Deeds: That may make you look a little crazy, Your Honor, just, just sitting around filling in O's, but I don't see anything wrong, 'cause that helps you think. Other people are doodlers. 
Judge May: "Doodlers"? 
Longfellow Deeds: Uh, that's a word we made up back home for people who make foolish designs on paper when they're thinking: it's called doodling. Almost everybody's a doodler; did you ever see a scratchpad in a telephone booth? People draw the most idiotic pictures when they're thinking. Uh, Dr. von Hallor here could probably think up a long name for it, because he doodles all the time.  

See the above clip at:

That couldn’t be right, could it?  That the word “doodle” came from a 1936 flick? 

My recollection from childhood was that “doodle” was another word for penis, apparently still the case because Ned Flanders says to Homer in one of The Simpsons episodes “Hey Homie, I can see your doodle.” 

The more widespread meaning of doodle is as Longfellow Deeds explained it above. 

The word originates from the early 17th century when ut meant a fool or simpleton, probably from the German Dudeltopf or Dudeldop, meaning simpleton or noodle (literally "nightcap").  

It is with that meaning – fool, simpleton – that it is used in the song Yankee Doodle.   

The song dates from before the War of Independence, aka the Revolutionary War (1775-1783), where it was originally sung by British military officers to make fun of the disorganised colonial “Yankees” with whom they served in the French and Indian War (1754-1763).  According to one version, British Army surgeon Dr Richard Shucklburgh wrote the lyrics after seeing the appearance of Colonial troops under Colonel Thomas Fitch, Jr., the son of Connecticut Governor Thomas Fitch.  

By the way, Yankee Doodle is the state anthem of Connecticut. 

Ever wondered why Yankee Doodle called the feather in his cap macaroni?... 

Yankee Doodle went to town,
Riding on a pony;
He stuck a feather in his cap,
And called it macaroni.

In mid 18th century England, a macaroni was a fop, someone who dressed and spoke in an outlandish, outlandishly fashionable manner.  The later term “dandies” referred to the young men who moved away from the excesses of the macaroni; rather than being foppish and effeminate, the modern day connotation of dandy, they were actually asserting masculinity.  The macaroni were  named after the Italian dish.  Young men who had been on The Grand Tour (the traditional 17th and 18th century rite of passage European tour by affluent young males)  brought back with them a taste for macaroni, a food little known in England at the time.  They were said to belong to the Macaroni Club and they would call anything that was fashionable “very macaroni”.  An alternative explanation for the term is that “maccherone” was a trendy Italian word for a dolt, oaf or fool, and the gentlemen who came home after being on The Grand Tour described things that didn't measure up in London as "very maccherone", so quick, and so often that their critics began using the same term to describe them: the macaronis. 

The macaroni members wore fashionable, foppish clothing which included tight trousers and short, form-fitting waistcoats with ruffles and braid.  They also displayed affectations by holding walking sticks, spy glasses, and nosegays. The most extreme members of the “Macaroni club” topped off their high fashion with tall, powdered wigs, often balancing a small cap on top, so high that they had to be removed by the point of a sword:

1774 drawing, “What is this, my son Tom?”


The lyric that Yankee Doodle stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni is a further dig at the Colonials by the British, that the Colonials were such yokels that they believed that sticking a feather in a hat was enough to be the mark of a macaroni, that the feather was sufficient to be high fashion.

Reversing the British snobbery inherent in the song and lyrics, the Colonial Militia adopted the song as their own and used it as a rallying, marching song.

(At the conclusion of the 1981 Wimbledon Chamnpionships, in which American tennis star John McEnroe had defeated his long-time rival Bjorn Borg, TV commentator Bud Collins took note of the 4th July holiday and also McEnroe's red-white-and-blue attire, and quipped "Stick a feather in his cap and call him 'McEnroe-ni'!")

Which brings us back to Mr Deeds:  did he really come up with the term doodle to refer to unfocused, absent-minded drawing and scribbling? 

The short answer is: yes.  The DVD audio commentary for the film confirms screenwriter Robert Riskin invented the word for this movie to describe such activity. 



Chestnuts, Monkey and Cat

 
Byter George from Western Australia sent me an email asking where the expression “that old chestnut” came from, then gently took me to task yesterday for not having answered it.  In truth, I had forgotten to answer it although I had looked up its origin when I received the original request. Sorry George. 

Origins of expressions are interesting.  The circumstances are well known at the time but are forgotten with the passing of the years, leaving only the expression surviving and puzzlement as to how it originated.  The same process applies to the construction of the pyramids, Stonehenge, Machu Picchu and the Easter Island statues.

According to the Oxford English Dictionary, an old chestnut is a story that has been told before, a 'venerable' joke. Hence, in extended use, it means anything trite, stale, or too often repeated.

The origin of the use of the word “chestnut” in the above context is not clear.  One likely  explanation has been offered and, although some have doubted its reliability, the Oxford English Dictionary has classed the explanation as “plausible”.

The story goes that a popular play in the 19th century was “The Broken Sword” by William Dimond.  It was first performed in London in 1816 and was subtitled “A Melo-Drama in 2 Acts”.  Its popularity saw it revived in the decades that followed its first run, as well as touring.
The play has two characters, Captain Zavier and Pablo.  When Zavier is extolling his own exploits, the following exchange takes place:

Captain Zavier:  "I entered the woods of Colloway, when suddenly from the thick boughs of a cork tree..."

Pablo:  (interrupting) “A chestnut, captain; a chestnut."

Captain Zavier: "Bah! Booby. I say a cork tree."

Pablo: "A chestnut.  I should know as well as you, having heard you tell the tale 27 times."

The story does not end there.  An 1896 report in an American newspaper records that William Warren, an actor who had often performed the role of Pablo, was at a dinner when one of the men present told a tired, well worn joke.  Warren murmured “'A chestnut.  I have heard you tell the tale 27 times.”  The others present repeated the story and the use of the expression, resulting in widespread adoption. 

Some have queried why it does not appear in print earlier but it seems a reasonable explanation. 

Eric Partridge in Origins (1983 edition) says the probable origin is eating roasted chestnuts at the fireside while listening to old stories.


A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. "But why," they asked.  "Because", he said, "I can't stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer."


In looking up the origin of “that old chestnut” I also came across the phrase “to pull his chestnuts out of the fire”. 

It derives from a 16th century fable entitled The Monkey and the Cat.  A monkey and a cat are roasting chestnuts in a hearth.  The monkey persuades the cat to let the monkey remove the roasted chestnuts from the fire and embers by using the cat’s paw, promising the cat a share for obliging.  As the cat scoops them from the fire, one by one, burning its paw more and more, the monkey eats all the chestnuts.  They are disturbed by a maid entering and the cat ends up with nothing except burned paws.

1567 illustration of the above fable by Marcus Gheeraert the Elder

The Monkey and the Cat, 1670, by Abraham Hondius


The fable has given rise to two expressions:


·         To do someone else's dangerous or unpleasant task is to pull the chestnuts out of the fire (for that person) or to pull (that person's) chestnuts out of the fire


·         A person who is tricked into doing something dangerous or foolish for someone else is a cat's-paw.


Thursday, August 9, 2012

Funny Friday

 


Something came up in conversation the other day about the Isle of Wight, an English island located in the English Channel and separated from the mainland by a strait called the Solent.  It brought to mind the only thing I know about the Isle of Wight, an old joke:  What’s dirty and brown, and comes out of Cowes backwards?  Answer: the Isle of Wight ferry.  The humour lies in the play on words, Cowes being a seaside town on the island.  The joke falls a bit flat in the written format in that the spelling of Cowes is immediately visible.  It really is a spoken joke.

Not so for the following bits of bovine banter, but be warned, they are also bawdy . . .


A man staggers into the emergency room with a concussion, multiple bruises, and a five iron wrapped around his neck. Naturally the doctor asks him what happened. "Well, it was like this" said the man. "I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a difficult hole, we both sliced our balls into a pasture of cows. We went to look for them, and while I was rooting around I noticed that one of the cows had something white in it's rear end. I walked over and lifted up the tail, and sure enough, there was a golf ball with my wife's monogram on it stuck right in the middle of the cow's butt. That’s when I made my mistake." "What did you do?", asked the doctor. "Well, I lifted the tail, pointed, and yelled to my wife, "Hey! This looks like yours!" 


Sam shyly eyed Susie as they watch his father's bull and her father's cow.

"I wish I was doin' that!" he blurted.

"Why don't you, Sam," said Susie. "After all, it's your cow."


A farmer was in a bar drinking and looking all depressed.

His friend asked him why he was looking depressed and he replied, "Some things you just can't explain. This morning I was outside milking. As soon as the bucket was full the cow kicked it down with her left foot so I tied up her left to a pole. 

I began to fill up the bucket again and she kicked it down with her right foot, so I tied her right to a pole too.

As soon as I finished milking her again she knocked down the bucket with her tail and I took off my belt and tied up her tail with my belt. 

As I was tying up her tail, my pants dropped down, then my wife came out and well, trust me, some things you just can't explain!



A New York family bought a ranch out West where they intended to raise cattle. Friends visited and asked if the ranch had a name. "Well," said the would-be cattleman, "I wanted to name it the Bar-J. My wife favored Suzy-Q, one son like the Flying-W, and the other wanted the Lazy-Y. So we're calling it the Bar-J-Suzy-Q-Flying-W-Lazy-Y." "But where are all your cattle?" the friends asked. "None survived the branding."