Week 36 : Scam on Wry


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Week 36: Scam on Wry

1. Chisel onto stone tablets Bill Clinton's inaugural speech, translated into Sanskrit, and bury it at the site of a present archaeological dig.

2. Make a sign that says "Valet Parking." Rent a tuxedo. Stand outside a fancy restaurant. Some person will give you his nice car. Drive it away.

3. Walk into an ethnic restaurant and saunter past diners into the kitchen, carrying a cat in a cage.

4. Tell Bob Packwood that there is an attractive woman out there who thinks he should be forgiven and wants to date him. When he gets all lathered up, send over Lorena Bobbitt.

This week's contest: Come up with a trick you can play, for fun, profit, or deliverance of a well-needed comeuppance. This was inspired by an entry to last week's contest submitted by Mike Merman, of College Park. Mike wins some "Snot Candy" in an attractive plastic nose. First-prize winner receives a plastic clock with a tasteful Last Supper motif, including plastic cherubs, a value of $50. Runners- up, as always, get the coveted Style Invitational losers' T-shirts. Winners will be selected on the basis of humor and originality. Mail your entries to the Style Invitational, Week 36, The Washington Post, 1150 15th St. NW, Washington, D.C. 20071, or fax them to 202-334- 4312. Entries must be received on or before Monday, Nov. 15. Please include your address and phone number. Winners will be announced in three weeks. No purchase necessary. Hi. This is the Faerie of the Fine Print, again. Any more dorky middle names out there? Send us your middle name, with proof, and maybe win a loser's t-shirt. Employees of The Washington Post and their immediate families are not eligible for prizes.

Report from Week 33, in which you were asked to cover the moon landing, the Lincoln assassination or the stock market crash in the style of someone whose work regularly appears in the Washington Post.

One comment: You should all be lined up against a wall and shot.

Fourth Runner-Up

Bob Levey's Washington

Mary Todd Lincoln has a suggestion for the folks at Ford's Theatre. Seems Mrs. Lincoln was attending a play at the theater last week when an assassin shot her husband. Mrs. Lincoln believes the whole thing could have been avoided if Ford's adopted a policy requiring assassins to check their weapons. How 'bout it, Ford's?

(Elizabeth C. Kelley, Silver Spring)

Third Runner-Up:

Free for All

Dissing Mary Todd

In your report on President Lincoln's death, you describe Mary Todd Lincoln's attire as "tight-bodiced." I question whether a similar description of the snugness of President Lincoln's trousers would merit inclusion if the roles were reversed.

- Jane Smith

(Mike Megargee, Arlington)

Second Runner-Up:

By Colman McCarthy

Mourn not for Lincoln. As a young man, the future dictator murdered rabbits for "food" and "clothes" rather than eat and wear the plentiful and tasty acorns, twigs and dirt of his native Kentucky ...

(John McMahon, Warrenton)

First Runner-Up:

Moonlight Becomes Me

By Richard Cohen

As a boy growing up in New York, I felt a certain possessiveness concerning the moon. It shone more brightly not just on me, but on friends and neighborhood as well. I vividly remember an important occasion involving the moon. The eve of my bar mitzvah. That night, trying on my very first new suit, a shiny blue serge job, I recall the moonlight reflecting off the material. I had become one with the cosmos.

Years later, when Man actually walked on my moon, as an American I felt proud. Yet, somehow, violated. This dichotomy ...

(Peter Charles, Alexandria)

And the Winner of Mickey's Clock Shop:


... Suddenly, Neil's day took a turn for the worse.

(Stephen Licht, Kensington)

Honorable Mentions:

Gentiles Walk on Moon

By Richard Cohen

While on vacation in Berlin last week - where, I might add, the women's couture is less dowdy than that of Washington, but lacks that certain gnadiges plutzenheimersheit of, say, Paris - I was reminded of the carefree days of my youth, some 25 years after Hitler invaded Poland... .

(Kitty Thuermer, Washington.)

Bob Levey's Washington

Hey, folks! Here's this month's neologism contest:

You're a Wall Street stockbroker, and you've just been ruined in the big crash. Bereft of hope, you leap off the roof of your downtown office building. As you plummet toward certain death, that funny little tickly feeling you get in your stomach is called ...

The winner receives an all-expense-paid lunch for two with yours truly at the soup kitchen of his or her choice.

(Paul Sabourin, Greenbelt)

By Judy Mann

As I was reading The Washington Post today, noticing yet again that all the meaty articles were written by men, my daughter rushed over to tell me the news she had just heard on the TV set in the den. (Den: Such a masculine word!) A man had walked on the moon. I shouldn't have been surprised that a man was doing the walking. Yes, men walk, leaving women to fend for themselves, while they go on to marry younger women ...

(Barbara Rich, Charlottesville)

Federal Diary, by Mike Causey:

Civil Servants Walk on Moon ...

(Dan Harbacevich, Stephens City)

The Reliable Source

April was a bad month for ...

Abraham Lincoln

(Joyce Small, Herndon)

And Last:

Style Invitational, Report from Week 17, in which you were asked to come up with President Lincoln's probable last words:

Second Runner-Up: "Did you hear something, Mary?" (Chuck Smith, Woodbridge)

First Runner-Up: "You've got a headache?" (Chuck Smith, Woodbridge)

And the winner of a big wad of leftover rebel hardtack:

"Aw, I need a bodyguard like a need a hole in my head." (Chuck Smith, Woodbridge)

(Stan Capper, Waldorf)

Next Week: Inspect A Gadget


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