Wednesday, January 7, 2009

The classics

Today, I'm getting inspiration from "A Treasury of College Humor" (1950). Reading this book has solicited all sorts of leers from the writer folk at Psychobabble cafe. I feel like the kid in the lunch room who got a Hostess Cupcake in his lunchbox.

From Robert Benchley's "Traffic Regulations for Air-Lanes" (1912, abridged)

Examination for Urban Pilot's License

This examination is to be taken while still on the ground.

  • Are you quite sure that you really want to fly? Remember--no fair changing your mind once you are up.
  • Do you have an uncontrollable desire to jump from great heights?
  • If you answered "Yes" to the preceding question, just what arrangement would you make for the disposition of your ship if you should give in to your whim to jump?
  • Aside from their characteristic noises, what are the main differences between an oncoming airplane and an oncoming sea-gull?
  • Does the term "flying blind" mean the same as "flying drunk?"
  • How many drinks do you consider "a couple?"
  • A ship, which is passing you, forces you out of your traffic lane into the path of an oncoming ship, which forces you up into the path of a descending ship, which forces you down in to the path of an ascending ship. What do you do? What difference does it make?
  • Name three popular directions besides "up."
  • On a rough guess, how high is "up?"


Mechanics: Don't forget. Each one of these little instruments has its own special use, and only one of them plays the radio.

  • The Altimer: This tells you how high you are. Don't look!
  • The Pessimeter: Tells you how low you are.
  • Gasoline Gauge: This will tell you when you have run out of gas. Another sign is when pedestrians begin coming up and peering into your cockpit at you, or a man rushes out and asks you to get off his lawn.


Would this have been funny in 1812, 100 years before it was written? I mean, if the thought of human flying machines didn't simply terrify the British sailors blockading American ports. Will it be funny 100 years from now? I get the feeling that my grandchildren will not laugh at a single thing I do. Maybe I should get some puppets. That's the future, you know.

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