Those necco wafers how precious they were, I bet the #2 creyfish (who wrote the #'s on their back) as a 10 y/o thinking he was the biggest and fastest, lost a whole pack of necco's to the #1 on the rail, became demoralized for 2 days, leading to my only time being off honor roll. Speaking of color war was there anything more devestating then losing 3points for behavior problems for the green team. Oh those seniors would surround you at the end of assembly, asking questions, this was good training for getting out of speeding tickets later in life. Cha!!! Did we ever use sunscreen #30 on the A-field or at swim? Who still uses ivory soap? I do. Just discussed with brother Jon (little wing), total aikens run between us 0. As a green team member there was one time I sat on the grey side on the rocks during movie night, I got "illkie", dizzy and "nausius". Last thing, I don't think Mark McGuire would have hit 70 homers at camps baseball field but I bet ya Tony Womack could, just slap a ball to right center and let it roll down the hill to F1 bunkline, speed not even required. King Skunk still scares me!! Still waiting for Guy Erenfeld to show up on center court one of these days.
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To my pals Wing and Wong...
Mr. Mo party of three? Had to be the funniest line in all my years at camp! And that includes some pretty good competition...Rick Snyder's Paul Bond, Joel Orris's Rick Snyder imitating Paul Bond, Paul Bond imitating Ricky and Joel, Jingles Divine bringing a dictionary to the counselor's meeting and asking Peter to slow down so he could look up the multisylable words...well maybe that was the funniest, but the Mr. Mo line was definitely up there!
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Grandson of Fatschtick
Mr. Moe
Wasn't the line, "Ah Mr. Moe you like chinky and drinky?"
Remember when he tried to create 2 eye brows instead of one by a self-inflicted wax job, only the wax was too hot and he burned himself. You know that scar is still there.
Mark will not be happy about this posting, but what about the time a 3:00 am when Peter G wanted to know who was making all the noise and Mark replied "define noise."
Or the time J. Floyd was umpiring a game on the Jr. diamond, calling balls and strikes from behind the mound and the first play at 2nd base, instead of turning around to look at the play, he whipped out a mirror and held it up and then called the runner safe.
drabinovitz@dwyercollora.com
Remember when he tried to create 2 eye brows instead of one by a self-inflicted wax job, only the wax was too hot and he burned himself. You know that scar is still there.
Mark will not be happy about this posting, but what about the time a 3:00 am when Peter G wanted to know who was making all the noise and Mark replied "define noise."
Or the time J. Floyd was umpiring a game on the Jr. diamond, calling balls and strikes from behind the mound and the first play at 2nd base, instead of turning around to look at the play, he whipped out a mirror and held it up and then called the runner safe.
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Uncle Neil
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Re: Mr. Moe
I remember the offensive Asian referance being a later line, but would defer to Wingfoot's younger memory and clean healthy lifestyle growing up - cha! It is definitely difficult to pick the best line / scenario ever...even Letterman would have difficulty with a top 10. As for the "define noise," I believe that is an alleged statement which may never have really been said...but it is a great line!
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Grandson of Fatschtick
Re: Mr. Moe
Neil:
1. The whole premise of the skit was chinese food and alcohol. I certainly didn't mean to offend you by accurately quoting the skit you brought up.
2. As for the definition of noise, Paule will corroborate the line.
drabinovitz@dwyercollora.com
1. The whole premise of the skit was chinese food and alcohol. I certainly didn't mean to offend you by accurately quoting the skit you brought up.
2. As for the definition of noise, Paule will corroborate the line.
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No offense taken....
No offense was taken for your accurately quoting the skit, I just choose not to use certain words. I am sorry if I gave the impression you had offended me!
My point about the Uncle Markee line is that many people have claimed the line was said, but I would like to hear (after Yontiv of course!) from the person alleged to have said it that that is what was said...not that any lines ever got exaggerated or misquoted at Camp Alton!
neilbrier@yahoo.com
My point about the Uncle Markee line is that many people have claimed the line was said, but I would like to hear (after Yontiv of course!) from the person alleged to have said it that that is what was said...not that any lines ever got exaggerated or misquoted at Camp Alton!
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Re: The Tree Falling in the Forest..
Of the two others with me in the dining room's serving area [returning utensils from one of those infamous staff cookouts: "Tempus Fugit" anyone?], only one, not Joel O., was sufficiently cognizant of Arabic dialect and innuendo to initially join me that evening [after mid-night but considerably closer thereto than 3 a.m.] in what was in retrospect and current gruesome events a very morally repugnant pro-terrorist chant. [# 3 soon was able to pick up the CADANce.]
Leaving the dining hall we heard 3 things: A. Copious quantities of noise wafted from the A-field to which many of the participants had, quite inebriated [as was yours truly], retired from the campcraft area. B. Shattering glass [beer and other bottles] and the dumping of heavy items cascading towards us from the incinerator area. C. That most fearsome pitter patter of Our Boss's dainty feet!
Joel and Paule sprinted behind a tree. I, however, lagged so far behind. Given the geographical differential [not to mention the decade or two chronological disadvantage], flight would only have exaccerbated embarrassment had I been a cause of the awakening of camp's nuts and bolts [whom I always observed feverishly working at his desk long before the start of those pre-reveille runs into which I so sadistically conscripted many of you].
I don't recall if Peter G's first question was [words to the effect] "Who are those two idiots trying to hide behind a tree trunk which would not succeed in concealing an individual half the size of either of them?" My attempt to plead the fifth, after consuming one, was futile. But it did create a cooling off period affording THEM the opportunity the following morning's assembly to apologize and thus reacquire a modicum of dignity.
As to the "noise" inquiry, it commenced not with a "WHO" [I feared, but still do not know, that he had already ascribed it to me, me, me] but with a WHAT". ["What's that noise?" was, I believe, the exact quote.]
Hoping and praying [from the depth of my next week worth of tephillin donning] that he did not hear our Koranic Verses emanating from the serving area's muezzin [and give the configuration and raucous pandemonium of many snacks through which he had failed to stir, such was a possibility] but that instead it was the noises from one or both of the other arenas which had awakened him, I responded "Which noise?"
Surely the mythical response would have been more infuriating to such a post-midnight awakened early riser than had I "confessed" to having broken [with malice aforethought] all the dining hall windows. I do think that many geneuinely believed [and still believe] the myth. But I think both Paule and Joel had been disabused of it one evening some seven years ago at a Manhattan restaurant on Columbus and 81st Street when I recited the above scenario.
After breakfast the next day came a straw in the wind indicating what would prevail for close to two decades. "Someone" [come forward - do not fear being rear ended, again] approached me for the definition ["legal definition" was the way the inquiry went] of noise. Thinking it to have been engendered from the quasi-philosophical debate as to whether there would be a noise created by a tree falling in the wilderness if none had heard it, and having come long ago to a conclusion", I replied that one may consider noise to be, pure and simple, sound waves [and thus there would be a noise]. But one could also view it as the sensation of hearing [thus requiring someone to hear it, and that "somone" need only be, therefore, an animal with a functioning ear drum to create "noise"]. I do not know which definition the inquirer came to adopt [and I had soon come to realize the question to have been a statement based on anything but fact].
Websiters, please excuse the details, my apologies to those whom time and place may preclude cognizance of surrounding dynamics as well as to those who had enjoyed and accepted the myth [but now ought not in clear conscience claim, intellectually, to accept].
A good year to you and yours and may all problems be as minor as discerning the reality behind this myth and many others [but not all of them].
Uncle Moish
mark@lgpltd.com
Leaving the dining hall we heard 3 things: A. Copious quantities of noise wafted from the A-field to which many of the participants had, quite inebriated [as was yours truly], retired from the campcraft area. B. Shattering glass [beer and other bottles] and the dumping of heavy items cascading towards us from the incinerator area. C. That most fearsome pitter patter of Our Boss's dainty feet!
Joel and Paule sprinted behind a tree. I, however, lagged so far behind. Given the geographical differential [not to mention the decade or two chronological disadvantage], flight would only have exaccerbated embarrassment had I been a cause of the awakening of camp's nuts and bolts [whom I always observed feverishly working at his desk long before the start of those pre-reveille runs into which I so sadistically conscripted many of you].
I don't recall if Peter G's first question was [words to the effect] "Who are those two idiots trying to hide behind a tree trunk which would not succeed in concealing an individual half the size of either of them?" My attempt to plead the fifth, after consuming one, was futile. But it did create a cooling off period affording THEM the opportunity the following morning's assembly to apologize and thus reacquire a modicum of dignity.
As to the "noise" inquiry, it commenced not with a "WHO" [I feared, but still do not know, that he had already ascribed it to me, me, me] but with a WHAT". ["What's that noise?" was, I believe, the exact quote.]
Hoping and praying [from the depth of my next week worth of tephillin donning] that he did not hear our Koranic Verses emanating from the serving area's muezzin [and give the configuration and raucous pandemonium of many snacks through which he had failed to stir, such was a possibility] but that instead it was the noises from one or both of the other arenas which had awakened him, I responded "Which noise?"
Surely the mythical response would have been more infuriating to such a post-midnight awakened early riser than had I "confessed" to having broken [with malice aforethought] all the dining hall windows. I do think that many geneuinely believed [and still believe] the myth. But I think both Paule and Joel had been disabused of it one evening some seven years ago at a Manhattan restaurant on Columbus and 81st Street when I recited the above scenario.
After breakfast the next day came a straw in the wind indicating what would prevail for close to two decades. "Someone" [come forward - do not fear being rear ended, again] approached me for the definition ["legal definition" was the way the inquiry went] of noise. Thinking it to have been engendered from the quasi-philosophical debate as to whether there would be a noise created by a tree falling in the wilderness if none had heard it, and having come long ago to a conclusion", I replied that one may consider noise to be, pure and simple, sound waves [and thus there would be a noise]. But one could also view it as the sensation of hearing [thus requiring someone to hear it, and that "somone" need only be, therefore, an animal with a functioning ear drum to create "noise"]. I do not know which definition the inquirer came to adopt [and I had soon come to realize the question to have been a statement based on anything but fact].
Websiters, please excuse the details, my apologies to those whom time and place may preclude cognizance of surrounding dynamics as well as to those who had enjoyed and accepted the myth [but now ought not in clear conscience claim, intellectually, to accept].
A good year to you and yours and may all problems be as minor as discerning the reality behind this myth and many others [but not all of them].
Uncle Moish
mark@lgpltd.com
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Re: The legal definition of noise
Well the whole idea intrigued me so I did a little research on the internet...I have been told by close friends and family that I have "way too much time on my hands!!!" but I do believe I have found the answer...or should I say the Chinese have found the answer...below is what I discovered...
<STRONG><CENTER>Volume 1, Issue 1
Researchers Solve Ancient Riddle</STRONG></CENTER>
by: Joe Morris
SHANGHAI, CHINA?Researchers at the East China University of Science & Technology announced Monday that they had definitively concluded that a tree falling in the woods does indeed make a sound, even if no one is around to hear it.
A team of researchers using the latest scientific technology solved the Zen Koan, which has brought spiritual and philosophical enlightenment to Zen Buddhists for approximately 2000 years. Using their newly developed Ultrasonic Soundwave Detection System (USDS), the team, led by Xianjo Liu, was able to determine that a tree falling in the forest makes a distinguishable sound, able to be measured through the frequency and pitch of soundwaves traveling through the air.
"We found that trees make a kind of 'Crunch!' sound or sometimes even a 'Kerplow!' as they collapse," stated Liu, ecstatic over the recent discovery. "This discovery was shocking to me. I was expecting maybe a sort of 'bang' or 'boom' sound, but this . . . this is just amazing."
Research assistant Qian Xiao added with a slight Chinese chuckle, "Well holy Buddha on a stick! What'll we find out next, that Alf didn't really come from Melmac?"
The researchers, who refer to themselves as the Shanghai SuperSquad (SSS), also used their technology to make other groundbreaking discoveries, shedding light on various proverbs, riddles, and paradoxes.
"A woodchuck could chuck about 6.2 cords-per-hour of wood if a woodchuck could chuck wood," said Liu. He then added, "The sound of one hand clapping is a sort of 'whoosh' noise."
Now I hope this puts to rest the entire topic!!!
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<STRONG><CENTER>Volume 1, Issue 1
Researchers Solve Ancient Riddle</STRONG></CENTER>
by: Joe Morris
SHANGHAI, CHINA?Researchers at the East China University of Science & Technology announced Monday that they had definitively concluded that a tree falling in the woods does indeed make a sound, even if no one is around to hear it.
A team of researchers using the latest scientific technology solved the Zen Koan, which has brought spiritual and philosophical enlightenment to Zen Buddhists for approximately 2000 years. Using their newly developed Ultrasonic Soundwave Detection System (USDS), the team, led by Xianjo Liu, was able to determine that a tree falling in the forest makes a distinguishable sound, able to be measured through the frequency and pitch of soundwaves traveling through the air.
"We found that trees make a kind of 'Crunch!' sound or sometimes even a 'Kerplow!' as they collapse," stated Liu, ecstatic over the recent discovery. "This discovery was shocking to me. I was expecting maybe a sort of 'bang' or 'boom' sound, but this . . . this is just amazing."
Research assistant Qian Xiao added with a slight Chinese chuckle, "Well holy Buddha on a stick! What'll we find out next, that Alf didn't really come from Melmac?"
The researchers, who refer to themselves as the Shanghai SuperSquad (SSS), also used their technology to make other groundbreaking discoveries, shedding light on various proverbs, riddles, and paradoxes.
"A woodchuck could chuck about 6.2 cords-per-hour of wood if a woodchuck could chuck wood," said Liu. He then added, "The sound of one hand clapping is a sort of 'whoosh' noise."
Now I hope this puts to rest the entire topic!!!
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Uncle Moish
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Re: HUH?
Guess [unlike our perceptive website designer] one really had to be there. Then again, ten thousand years from now will anyone really care who won which Civil War battle?
Pitz Schvitz
P.S. Now this posting REALLY deserves a "HUH"!
mark@lgpltd.com
Pitz Schvitz
P.S. Now this posting REALLY deserves a "HUH"!
mark@lgpltd.com
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Joel Orris
Re: Mr. Moe
I definitely corroborate Paule's corroboration. I even remember part of Peter's response after Mark asked the question. The response is not for family's ears (or The Family). As for Mark's posting, I do believe there are some truth to it but first I need to understand it completely.
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Uncle Moish
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Re: Corroboration & Sadness
Dear Joel and Paule,
What are you corroborating?
If it is that Peter, already agitated from having been awakened, became angry and [understandably] used expletives when I initially balked at revealing who was hiding behind the tree, fine.
If you are saying my response to his other inquiry was not "Which noise?" but instead defied him to "Define Noise", you are mistaken.
But even if you had for an extended period been mistaken and still won't recognize why [such as the inclination to prefer the "jollies" stemming from believing and perpetuating the myth], then you are calling me an outright liar. Since you two know me so well, that is a cause for great sadness.
Mark
mark@lgpltd.com
What are you corroborating?
If it is that Peter, already agitated from having been awakened, became angry and [understandably] used expletives when I initially balked at revealing who was hiding behind the tree, fine.
If you are saying my response to his other inquiry was not "Which noise?" but instead defied him to "Define Noise", you are mistaken.
But even if you had for an extended period been mistaken and still won't recognize why [such as the inclination to prefer the "jollies" stemming from believing and perpetuating the myth], then you are calling me an outright liar. Since you two know me so well, that is a cause for great sadness.
Mark
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Paule
Re: Corroboration & Sadness
Uncle Moishe, Pitz Schvitz, and Booby Dwarf,
Don't be so sad. I've never heard you lie (can you define lie? - just kidding...), nor would I ever call you a liar. I know Joel and I are just enjoying and smiling at the memory of the now politically incorrect chant, the late night snack, and the sheer ingenuity of our hiding behind the large tree in the circle with our co-conspirator, Booby Dwarf.
Respectfully and hopefully reassuringly yours,
Paule
paul@levitanfamily.com
Don't be so sad. I've never heard you lie (can you define lie? - just kidding...), nor would I ever call you a liar. I know Joel and I are just enjoying and smiling at the memory of the now politically incorrect chant, the late night snack, and the sheer ingenuity of our hiding behind the large tree in the circle with our co-conspirator, Booby Dwarf.
Respectfully and hopefully reassuringly yours,
Paule
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David Witkin
Re: HUH?
Uncle Moish,
Perhaps the confusion arises because you stated that a group had "retired" to the A Field from campcraft, whereupon they continued to generate those sound waves. If they were in fact making such noise, wouldn't they have "repaired", not "retired"?
And if Joel Orris was with you, I guess this was not the night of A Field stargazing when he gave the memorable answer to Hawkeye's question, "Where's the Little Dipper?"
witkins@cox.net
Perhaps the confusion arises because you stated that a group had "retired" to the A Field from campcraft, whereupon they continued to generate those sound waves. If they were in fact making such noise, wouldn't they have "repaired", not "retired"?
And if Joel Orris was with you, I guess this was not the night of A Field stargazing when he gave the memorable answer to Hawkeye's question, "Where's the Little Dipper?"
witkins@cox.net