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  • KILROY WAS HERE…The rest of the story

    KILROY WAS HERE
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    He is engraved in stone in the National War Memorial in Washington , DC- back in a small alcove where very few people have seen it. For the WWII generation, this will bring back memories. For you younger folks, it’s a bit of trivia that is a part of our American history.

    Anyone born in 1913 to about 1950, is familiar with Kilroy. No one knew why he was so well known- but everybody got into it, I even remember seeing him around public places in the late 60s…

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    So who the heck was Kilroy?
    In 1946 the American Transit Association, through its radio program, “Speak to America ,” sponsored a nationwide contest to find the real Kilroy, offering a prize of a real trolley car to the person who could prove himself to be the genuine article. Almost 40 men stepped forward to make that claim, but only James Kilroy from Halifax , Massachusetts , had evidence of his identity.

    ‘Kilroy’ was a 46-year old shipyard worker during the war who worked as a checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy . His job was to go around and check on the number of rivets completed. Riveters were on piecework and got paid by the rivet. He would count a block of rivets and put a check mark in semi-waxed lumber chalk, so the rivets wouldn’t be counted twice. When Kilroy went off duty, the riveters would erase the mark.

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    Later on, an off-shift inspector would come through and count the rivets a second time, resulting in double pay for the riveters.

    One day Kilroy’s boss called him into his office. The foreman was upset about all the wages being paid to riveters, and asked him to investigate. It was then he realized what had been going on. The tight spaces he had to crawl in to check the rivets didn’t lend themselves to lugging around a paint can and brush, so Kilroy decided to stick with the waxy chalk. He continued to put his check mark on each job he inspected, but added ‘KILROY WAS HERE’ in king-sized letters next to the check, and eventually added the sketch of the chap with the long nose peering over the fence and that became part of the Kilroy message.

    Once he did that, the riveters stopped trying to wipe away his marks. Ordinarily the rivets and chalk marks would have been covered up with paint. With the war on, however, ships were leaving the Quincy Yard so fast that there wasn’t time to paint them. As a result, Kilroy’s inspection “trademark” was seen by thousands of servicemen who boarded the troopships the yard produced.

    His message apparently rang a bell with the servicemen, because they picked it up and spread it all over Europe and the South Pacific.

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    Before war’s end, “Kilroy” had been here, there, and everywhere on the long hauls to Berlin and Tokyo . To the troops outbound in those ships, however, he was a complete mystery; all they knew for sure was that someone named Kilroy had “been there first.” As a joke, U.S. servicemen began placing the graffiti wherever they landed, claiming it was already there when they arrived.

    Kilroy became the U.S. super-GI who had always “already been” wherever GIs went. It became a challenge to place the logo in the most unlikely places imaginable (it is said to be atop Mt. Everest , the Statue of Liberty , the underside of the Arc de Triomphe, and even scrawled in the dust on the moon.

    As the war went on, the legend grew. Underwater demolition teams routinely sneaked ashore on Japanese-held islands in the Pacific to map the terrain for coming invasions by U.S. troops (and thus, presumably, were the first GI’s there). On one occasion, however, they reported seeing enemy troops painting over the Kilroy logo!

    In 1945, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Roosevelt, Stalin, and Churchill at the Potsdam conference. Its’ first occupant was Stalin, who emerged and asked his aide
    (in Russian), “Who is Kilroy?”

    To help prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought along officials from the shipyard and some of the riveters. He won the trolley car, which he gave to his nine children as a Christmas gift and set it up as a playhouse in the Kilroy yard in Halifax , Massachusetts .

    And the tradition continues…

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  • Watch out for this one…

     

     Dear all,

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    Life just gets better as you get older doesn’t it.

    I was in a Starbucks Coffee recently when my stomach started rumbling and I realized that I desperately needed to fart. The place was packed but the music was really loud so to get relief and reduce embarrassment I timed my farts to the beat of the music. After a couple of songs I started to feel much better. I finished my coffee and noticed that everyone was staring at me….

    I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my IPod…….. and how was your day?

    This is what happens when old people start using technology!

  • All these apply to all of our friends in Canberra…

    Some of these are very insightful…

    We hang petty thieves and appoint the great thieves to public office.
    ~Aesop, Greek slave & fable author 

    Those who are too smart to engage in politics are punished by being governed
    by those who are dumber.
    ~Plato, ancient Greek Philosopher


    Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where
    there is no river.
    ~Nikita Khrushchev, Russian Soviet politician


    When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President; I’m
    beginning to believe it.
    ~Quoted in ‘Clarence Darrow for the Defense’ by Irving Stone.


    Politicians are people who, when they see light at the end of the tunnel, go
    out and buy some more tunnel.
    ~John Quinton, American actor/writer


    Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds
    from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other.
    ~Oscar Ameringer, “the Mark Twain of American Socialism.”
    I offered my opponents a deal: “if they stop telling lies about me, I will
    stop telling the truth about them”.
    ~Adlai Stevenson, campaign speech, 1952..
    A politician is a fellow who will lay down your life for his country.
    ~Texas Guinan. 19th century American businessman

    I have come to the conclusion that politics is too serious a matter to be
    left to the politicians.
    ~Charles de Gaulle, French general & politician

    Instead of giving a politician the keys to the city, it might be better to
    change the locks.
    ~Doug Larson (English middle-distance runner who won gold medals at the 1924
    Olympic Games in Paris, 1902-1981)

    I am reminded of a joke: What happens if a politician drowns in a river? That is pollution.
    What happens if all of them drown? That is solution!!!

    WAN
  • Road rage

    These photos are from Feb. 17 by someone from Centurion in Pilanesberg game reserve, South Africa .
    The guy in the white car was trying to get past the elephant.
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    Road rage,…………it affects us all!
  • Splinters in her crotch….. this is clean, AND funny

    OUCH!! 

     

    A woman from Los Angeles, who was a tree hugger, a liberal Democrat, and an anti-hunter, purchased a piece of timberland near Colville, WA.There was a large tree on one of the highest points in the tract. She wanted a good view of the natural splendor of her land so she started to climb the big tree. As she neared the top she encountered a spotted owl that attacked her.


    In her haste to escape, the woman slid down the tree to the ground and got many splinters in her crotch. In considerable pain, she hurried to a local ER to see a doctor. She told him she was an environmentalist, a democrat, and an anti-hunter and how she came to get all the splinters.

    The doctor listened to her story with great patience and then told her to go wait in the examining room and he would see if he could help her. She sat and waited three hours before the doctor reappeared.


    The angry woman demanded, “What took you so long?” He smiled and then told her, “Well, I had to get permits from the Environmental Protection Agency, the Forest Service, and the Bureau of Land Management before I could remove old-growth timber from a “recreational area” so close to a waste treatment facility. I’m sorry, but due to Obama-Care…they turned you down.”

    WAN

  • Since 1955

    NO  SEX Since 1955

    A  crusty old Marine Sergeant Major (***) found himself at a gala event hosted by a  local liberal arts college.

    There  was no shortage of extremely young idealistic ladies in attendance, one of  whom approached the Sergeant Major for conversation.

    “Excuse  me, Sergeant Major, but you seem to be a very serious man. Is something  bothering you?”

    “Negative,  ma’am. Just serious by nature.”

    The  young lady looked at his awards and decorations and said, “It looks like you  have seen a lot of action.”

    “Yes,  ma’am, a lot of action.”

    The  young lady, tiring of trying to start up a conversation, said, “You know, you  should lighten up. Relax and enjoy yourself.”

    The  Sergeant Major just stared at her in his serious manner.

    Finally  the young lady said, “You know, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but  when is the last time you had sex?”

    “1955,  ma’am.”

    “Well,  there you are. No wonder you’re so serious. You really need to chill out! I  mean, no sex since 1955! She took his hand and led him to a private room where  she proceeded to “relax” him several times.

    Afterwards,  panting for breath, she leaned against his bare chest and said, “Wow, you sure didn’t forget much since 1955.”

    The  Sergeant Major said, after glancing at his watch, “I hope not; it’s only 2130  now.”

    (Gotta  love military time)

    WAN

  • Husband makes the lunches

    Read THIS FIRST 

    For the 1st time in their 3 year marriage, a wife asked if her husband would mind making the next day’s lunches for them both.
    Obligingly he agrees.

    The next morning, the young wife asks her loving husband, ‘Where are our lunches honey?’
    He replied, ‘I put them on the second shelf of the fridge.
    My lunch is the one on the left, and yours is on the right’

    Have a look at the photo.
     
    LOVE IT!!! 


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  • THE ‘Y’ CHROMOSOME

    THE ‘Y’ CHROMOSOME

    People born before 1946 are called – The Greatest Generation.

    People born between 1946 and 1964 are called – The Baby Boomers.

    People born between 1965 and 1979 are called –Generation X.

    And people born between 1980 and 2010 are called –Generation Y.

    Why do we call the last group –Generation Y ?

    Y should I get a job?

    Y should I leave home and find my own place?

    Y should I get a car when I can borrow yours?

    Y should I clean my room?

    Y should I wash and iron my own clothes?

    Y should I buy any food?

    But perhaps a cartoonist explained it most eloquently below…

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    Just thought you might want to know “Y”

  • PUNOGRAPHY FOR PUNOLOGISTS

    Punography  
    When chemists die, they barium.

    Jokes about German sausage are the wurst.

    I know a guy who’s addicted to brake fluid but he says he can stop at any time.

    How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it.

    I stayed up all night to see where the moon goes and it finally dawned on me.

    This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I’d never met herbivore.

    I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can’t put it down.

    I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.

    They report said I had type-A blood, but it was a typ-o.

    PMS jokes aren’t funny; period.

    We’re going on a class trip to the Coca-Cola factory. I hope there’s no pop quiz.

    I didn’t like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.

    Did you hear about the cross-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn’t control her pupils?

    When you get a bladder infection urine trouble.

    Broken pencils are pointless.

    I tried to catch some fog, but I mist.

    What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A Thesaurus.

    England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool.

    I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.

    I dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx.

    All the toilets in New York ‘s police stations have been stolen. The police have nothing to go on.

    I got a job at a bakery because I kneaded dough.

    Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes.

    Velcro – what a rip off!

    A cartoonist was found dead in his home. Details are sketchy.

    Venison for dinner again? Oh deer!

    WAN
  • I bought a Jeep !!

    I bought a Jeep!

    Yes I bought a Jeep

    Yes, a Jeep……

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