Friday, March 17, 2017

Spurious Nib's Special St. Paddy’s Day Edition

Spurious Or Not...You Decide:

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

Spurious Nib #17
On this day in 400AD Patrick led a parade from Galway to Dublin driving snakes into the sea and by "driving snakes" he meant Danny O'Malley's mother-in-law, "the Medusa of Killarney."

















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Spurious Nib #101
Patrick traversed Ireland planting potatoes near every village. Saint Germanus of Auxerre wrote, “His visage was a might peculiar, what with tha’ cook’n pot for a hat and the shamrock he collected in his pockets.”














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Give an Irishman a drink and he’ll be your friend for life, give a Scot a drink and you’ll lose every penny, but don't ye drink with an Englander he'll take yer land, yer faith an' yer wife!”










Spurious Nib#7

The lyrics, 
“Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side,” 
refers to Iron Age Celt Carnyx players who thought they could traverse the Irish sea with their new fangled metal air tubes. Fortunately, the Flynn brother's (Paddy, Mick and Quinn) discovered the musicality of the Carnyx at McGuiness' bar. It's rumored Paddy Flynn attached a sheep's bladder to one of the horns as a prank and handed it to a visiting Scottish bar patron and that is how the bag-pipes were invented!









Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Mother Of The Year

Spurious Nib #28


On March 12, 1897 Mrs. Henrietta received the trophy for Mother Of The Year after playing peek-a-boo with her 18 month old son Walter for 1 hour, 9 minutes and 19 seconds!


One decade later the tradition of awarding a mother for playing peek-a-boo came to an abrupt halt when it was discovered that mothers had, in reality, been taking naps.