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In my day, we didn't have sneakers. We had calluses.
In my day, not only didn't we have indoor plumbing, we didn't have outhouses. We had to go in our pants, assuming we had pants.
When I was a kid, we had to walk to school -- on our hands.
This Week's contest was proposed by Jean Sorensen of Herndon, who wins a copy of "Welcome to Your Facelift," by Helen Bransford, who is 47 and looks like a 20-year-old veteran of Kabuki theater. Jean suggests that you supply advice to today's spoiled kids about how bad things were when we were growing up. First-prize winner receives a huge, vintage American Bicentennial commemorative poster made of genuine flocked faux-velour, and elegantly framed in what appears to be masking tape. This is worth $50.
Runners-up, as always, receive the coveted Style Invitational Loser's T-shirt. Honorable Mentions get the mildly sought-after Style Invitational bumper sticker. Winners will be selected on the basis of humor and originality. Mail your entries to The Style Invitational, Week 228, c/o The Washington Post, 1150 15th St. NW, Washington, D.C. 20071; fax them to 202-334-4312; or submit them via Internet to this address: firstname.lastname@example.org. Internet users: Please indicate the week number in the "subject" field. Entries must be received on or before Monday, Aug. 4. Please include your address and phone number. Winners will be announced three weeks from today. Editors reserve the right to alter entries for taste, humor or appropriateness. No purchase necessary. Tell us how to best credit the author of The Ear No One Reads, which today was written by David Genser of Arlington. Employees of The Washington Post, and members of their immediate families, are not eligible for prizes.
Report from Week 225,
in which we asked you to come up with T-shirt slogans or bumper stickers that hide their real messages in small type.
But first, a digression. For months we have been waiting for a week where the winning entries were so lame we had plenty of space to take care of old business. Week after week, you made this impossible. We were losing hope. We even considered re-running the famed Cockney Rhyming Slang contest, but, thank heavens, this week you finally reeked sufficiently to give us the room.
And so, we are able to present the winners of the contest to come up with nicknames for persons with unusual physical characteristics. This contest is so old we don't even recall it precisely, but, by cracky, the winners will get what is coming to them, just as soon as we remember what that is.
+ Fifth Runner-Up: A baby with a large head: "Caesar" (Tom Witte, Gaithersburg)
+ Fourth Runner-Up: A loud talker: A "racket scientist." (Jonathan Paul, Garrett Park)
+ Third Runner-Up: A person with no teeth and an outie bellybutton: Both "Gumby" and "Pokey"
(Mary K. Phillips, Falls Church)
+ Second Runner-Up: A person with a high squeaky voice: a "Strug" (Mary K. Phillips, Falls Church)
+ First Runner-Up: Someone with multiple chins: "Chinatown" (Jessica Steinhice, Washington)
+ And the Winner: Someone with many moles: "KGB" (Tom Witte, Gaithersburg)
Ok, back to the hidden messages.
+ Third Runner-Up: HOW'S MY DRIVING?
Do I look sober?
(David Genser, Arlington)
+ Second Runner-Up:
your butt off in
(Joseph Romm, Washington)
+ First Runner-Up:
I never know what to do when I see those
bumper stickers. Do I blindly comply with
the command, or decline to obey, or just
stand around waiting for further instructions?
(Jerry Pannullo, Kensington)
+ And the winner of the mounted turkey foot:
IF YOU THINK EDUCATION IS EXPENSIVE, TRY IGNORANCEosity.
(Dan Kaplan, Arlington)
+ Honorable Mentions:
PRACTICE RANDOM KINDNESS AND
SENSELESS ACTS OF BEAUTY, fatso.
(Roy Ashley, Washington)
is so big it won't fit
on exercise equipment.
A WOMAN'S PLACE
IS IN THE HOUSE
AND THE SENATE
and any other place she can nag her way into.
(Philip Delduke, Bethesda)
carnivores and will eat
Newt roasting over an open fire, an apple wedged between his teeth, while a small tribe of Polynesian cannibals does a ceremonial dance thanking the gods for the unsurpassed bounty before them, and, oh yeah,
gun and cigarette
HAVE A NICE DAY
with no more sappy cliches.
(Courtney Knauth, Washington)
Ihad aattack inNY
(David Genser, Arlington)
(Susan M. Henderson,
Next Week: Going Without
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