Perfect It Aint

As the title indicates, perfect it aint. I'll rant and rave, maybe even curse once in a while. You are welcome to join me with your comments. At worst I'll just tear out the rest of my hair. At best, I may agree with you. Or maybe I'll just ignore it, because you know, perfect it aint!

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Monday, March 23, 2009

A Tribute--After 36 Years

We were living in Houston, TX. My wife was in the hospital awaiting our second child. I was at home with my in-laws who I had imported from WV for the big event. I was reading the morning paper, and my sister-in-law says, "Who is this guy, Ed Swinney. He's funny." So I said, "He's the local TV guru. Always poking fun at guys like Marvin (The Swindler) Gindler." She said, "You need to read this," and handed me the section she was reading.

And what Ed Swinney wrote was the following:

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Television
Slips that didn't pass in the night

By Ed Swinney, Post Television Editor


In retrospect, I probably threw some of you nice folks a curve with a parenthetical aside in the review of the TV adaptation of the 1931 Broadway musical "Of Thee I Sing." Reference the sweetened George Gershwin score, I added (with lyrics by his lovely wife Ira, as the blooper record tells us.

Maybe you never heard of the Kermit Scafer "Pardon My Blooper" series, a collectionof YV and radio fluffs going all the way back to the grandpappies of them all, Harry Von Zell, introducing "Hoobert Heever" and Uncle Don , thinking his mike was off, saying to a nation of little tykes, "That oughta hold the litte (bleeps)."

Audio fluffs or bloopers usually are spoonerisms, named for the real British counterpartof our ficticious Mrs. malaprop, who was always using the wrong word but which sounded almost the same as the correct one, with humorous results. For example, the athlete who announced that proceeds of a benefit would go to "indignant" ballplayers. The word in the script was "indigent."

The Rev. William A. Spooner was always reversing the initial sounds of one or two words, and this is the most common goof on radio and TV. More often than not, they're simply uncaught typos in the script; at other times they result from unfortunate juxtaposition of words or sentences, i.e., "Next week's sermon will be "Do you know what hell is? Come in and hear our organist."

Others are just plain people goofs, such as the time Raymond Massey was playing Abe Lincoln in a TV show and the crowd was waving and shouting farewells. Everyone got the right except Ted Knight, now on the Mary Tyler Moore Show. He said loud and clear, "Goodbye, Mr. Massey."

Then there was the quiz show contestant, a maid, who was asked how many people were in the family she worked for: "Let's see...there are four girls, three boys, one adult and one adultress." Another lady contestant had seven brothers and seven sisters but only one child. "Only one?" said the announcer. "Gimme a chance," she replied. "I only been married a month."

"A size 10 already, " protested a lady from the Bronx about her show gift bathing suit, "And I take a 44, so on top of everyting I tink it's gonna be tight in da clutch."

Spoonerisms and the unfortunate juxtapositing of words can happen to anybody, including the BBC announcer who praised a Jessie Matthews record as "one that should be on every British hit list" or the Canadian anouncer who signed off with "This is the Dominion Network of the Canadian Broadcorping Castration."

Announcer swho are pressed for time often run into problems. "I'm orry," purred a Midwest lady giving public notices, "but that's all the time we have, so several deaths and births will have to be postponed until next week." And the network announcer who had his eye on the clock more than the script: "Tune in next week when the subject iof the sermon will be 'Cast thy broad upon the waters.' This is the National Breadcasting Company."

Here are some classics from the Kermit Schafer collection:

"Get it at your local A and Poo feed store."
"Gen. Marshall arrived at the airport looking tall, dignified and uninformed."
"When the king and queen arrive, you'll hear a 21 sun galoot."
"You'll love this recipe for fricken chicasee."
"Join the blonde-a-month club."
"This report comes from reliable White Houses souses."
"Josh Logan's 'Fanny' is the biggest thing in town."
"Tune in at 6, when Mutual resents Fulton Lewis Jr."
"Patty McCormick, the American lady bullfighter, is recuperating in Mexico City, where she was gored by an infatuated bull."
"The 4H club is proud to present this plague to you."
"I'm proud to say that our firm is the largest manufacturer in the US of magnoosium, aleeminum and shtool."
"A warm mass is headed this way. That is a warm mass of air."
"American forces have stopped the advance of Hitler's pansy divisions."
"This is the CBS radio wetwork."
"Our shop has the latest maternity fashions for the modern miss."
"TV rights have just been sold to the Crimsey-Louse play 'Lice with Father'."

A listener can go through life without catching a live blooper, so I've been lucky , having witnessed several, including one on Arthur Godfrey's Talent scouts and a couple on the old Steve Allen Tonight Show, neither of which can be described here. When I was in New York last summer, Channel 7's newscaster mispronounced the title of a movie seen here later. He advised that there was no Dick Cavett Show, so "stay tuned for the late movie, 'Fantomas'."

I think he mispronounced it. I can' t think of any other reason for falling out of bed.

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Yeah, I know. It does not age too well. But in 1972, it was hilarious. That is the reason I have kept this aging old yellow newspaper for almost 37 years. And probably will for a lot more.

2 Comments:

Blogger Jim Ross said...

One of the women among the in-laws of my wife's extended family sang a solo in church once. She was supposed to sing "fiery darts," but it came out wrong.

1:53 PM, March 23, 2009  
Blogger tanstaafl said...

Sounds bad. Smells worse!

4:26 PM, March 23, 2009  

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