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Thursday Prompt: The Secret Word Is Eureka!
Thursday Prompt: Eureka
By strange coincidence, this vignette was running through my head the other day.
Fair Use excerpted from "Memoirs of A Mangy Lover," Groucho Marx, 1963, illustration by Leo Herschfield.
At this point the head usher came running down the aisle, recognized me and said, "Mr. Marx, is there something troubling your girl friend? She seems to be hysterical. If you like, we can take her to the office and I'll call a doctor."
"Oh, no, this is nothing serious," I assured him. "It's rather intimate, but since you're the head usher I suppose I can confide in you. You see, her bra is too tight and it's pressing against her sciatica. Every time it does this it makes her scream and it sounds like laughter."
"Well," he said, "the management sent me down to tell you she's disturbing the audience."
I then grabbed her by the arm and said, "I'm sick. Come, let's go. I'll take you to the theater another night." Reluctantly she left her seat and I literally dragged her up the aisle.
I'm sure that when Columbus first set eyes on America he was no happier than I was when, on exiting from the theater, I saw an empty cab standing at the curb.
"Eureka!" I shouted.
"What do you mean, Eureka?" she wanted to know.
"Nothing," I snapped. "That's the cab driver's name. Moe Eureka. I've had him before." With that I opened the door and shoved her in, the golden aerial now slightly askew from the low entrance. I slammed the door, gave the driver ten dollars and said, "Eureka, take the young lady wherever she wants to go."
That empty hotel room didn't seem so uninviting after all. I blew a kiss at the rapidly disappearing cab and hurried down the street in the opposite direction, off into limbo.
By strange coincidence, this vignette was running through my head the other day.
Fair Use excerpted from "Memoirs of A Mangy Lover," Groucho Marx, 1963, illustration by Leo Herschfield.
At this point the head usher came running down the aisle, recognized me and said, "Mr. Marx, is there something troubling your girl friend? She seems to be hysterical. If you like, we can take her to the office and I'll call a doctor."
"Oh, no, this is nothing serious," I assured him. "It's rather intimate, but since you're the head usher I suppose I can confide in you. You see, her bra is too tight and it's pressing against her sciatica. Every time it does this it makes her scream and it sounds like laughter."
"Well," he said, "the management sent me down to tell you she's disturbing the audience."
I then grabbed her by the arm and said, "I'm sick. Come, let's go. I'll take you to the theater another night." Reluctantly she left her seat and I literally dragged her up the aisle.
I'm sure that when Columbus first set eyes on America he was no happier than I was when, on exiting from the theater, I saw an empty cab standing at the curb.
"Eureka!" I shouted.
"What do you mean, Eureka?" she wanted to know.
"Nothing," I snapped. "That's the cab driver's name. Moe Eureka. I've had him before." With that I opened the door and shoved her in, the golden aerial now slightly askew from the low entrance. I slammed the door, gave the driver ten dollars and said, "Eureka, take the young lady wherever she wants to go."
That empty hotel room didn't seem so uninviting after all. I blew a kiss at the rapidly disappearing cab and hurried down the street in the opposite direction, off into limbo.
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