My Ten Years in a Quandary and How They Grew
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With befuddled and heroic bewilderment Benchley faces his problems. Among others are the mislaid locomotive, a dachshund who sued for libel, and a songbird who was “out to get” Benchley.
It ends with five sizzling chapters of his “Untold Story,” starting when, as an innocent young man from the country (Boston), he arrived in the city (New York) looking for pitfalls. (It was a holiday and they were all closed.)
“…it is a saga of the gaga, and probably not far from his masterpiece.”—New York Times
A rare gem of a book!
Illustrated by Gluyas Williams
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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Benchley is a pleasant companion, but 70 year old short pieces (were they newspaper columns?) don't make scintillating reading. I remember thinking Lewis Grizzard was pretty funny 15 years ago, but I'm sure that even after that relatively shorter period of time, it might just cause a few chuckles now. Many of the items in this book are Benchley's reactions to news items he has read, some of which were obscure in their own day and which are fairly meaningless now. But of course, with Benchley, the idea is humor, so that really shouldn't matter, I guess. The real problem is that each piece is so short that the best he can do is make a few droll remarks, and like a lot of writers, he has certain obsessions that he repeats over and over. So reading these pieces one after another just doesn't work. It took me probably 3-4 weeks off and on to get through these. The best part of the book is the last five chapters, which come from Benchley's "Untold Story". All in all, these pieces seem to have been written in a long ago, distant, more outwardly civilized world that no longer exists.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is the book that put Benchley over the top. Reprinted more often and in more ways than any other of his books. Has the most and the shortest stories from his prime. Was available at the time of the film China Seas, in which Benchley upstaged Gable to grab national attention as as comic actor, that naturally led to huge sales of his books.
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My Ten Years in a Quandary and How They Grew - Robert Benchley
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MY TEN YEARS IN A QUANDARY
AND HOW THEY GREW
BY
ROBERT BENCHLEY
Illustrated by Gluyas Williams
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Contents
TABLE OF CONTENTS 2
THE LOST LOCOMOTIVE 6
TAKE THE WITNESS!
7
THE NEW STROKES 10
CONTRIBUTORS TO THIS ISSUE 12
DOG LIBEL 13
THE ROPE TRICK EXPLAINED 15
TODDLING ALONG 17
NO PULLMANS, PLEASE! 19
MYSTERIES FROM THE SKY 21
THE EVIL EYE 22
STOP THOSE HICCOUGHS! 24
BAD NEWS 27
ISN’T IT REMARKABLE? 28
DO DREAMS GO BY OPPOSITES? 30
MY WHITE SUIT 32
WEAR-OUT-A-SHOE WEEK 34
NATURES NOISES 37
OWL DATA 39
AS THEY SAY IN FRENCH: OTHER TIMES, OTHER CUSTOMS 41
HELP! 42
NATURES PRIZES 44
OUR NOISY GHOSTS 45
MOVIE BONERS 48
LET’S NOT DANCE THIS! 49
THE FRENCH, THEY ARE— 51
DUCK, BROTHERS! 53
WHAT—NO BUDAPEST? 55
MACGREGOR FOR ATAMAN! 57
DO WE SLEEP ENOUGH? 58
HIGH. LIFE AMONG THE BIRDS 60
DO YOU MAKE THESE MISTAKES? 62
THE WORD THREE
64
READ AND EAT 66
TALKING DOGS 68
MY TROUBLE 69
HOLLYWOOD’S LOSS 72
LIGHTS, PLEASE! 73
DID YOU KNOW THAT— 74
MUTINY ON THE BOUNTY
75
THE DANGERS OF BASS-SINGING 76
LUCKY WORLD! 78
NAME, PLEASE?
79
EAT MORE WORRY 81
KEEP A LOG 83
LOST YOUTH 85
THE ICE-BREAKER 86
THE PIANO-PLAYING RECORD 87
FUN WITH ANIMALS 89
THE CHILDREN’S HOUR 90
BACK TO MOZART 91
FROG-FARMING 92
MY ORCHARD 94
HEDGEHOGS WANTED 95
SKOL! 96
COMES THE ECLIPSE 98
AUTOGRAPHS FOR SALE 99
HEALTH AND WORK 101
EXPERIENCE MEETING 102
CHILD-HOLDING 104
RULE OF THUMB 106
QUICK QUOTATIONS 108
SPY SCARES 110
MISTAKEN NOTIONS 112
MAXIMS FROM THE CHINESE 114
EXCELSIOR! 116
THE RULE OF 87 117
JOLLY GOOD FELLOWS 118
TAKING UP THE CUDGELS 120
SPECIAL SALE! 121
ALL ABOARD FOR DEMENTIA PRAECOX 122
FOR RELEASE MONDAY 124
ONE MINUTE, PLEASE 125
WHO DID IT? 127
PRODIGAL SEA-LIONS 128
LONDON’S OLDEST RINK 130
ROBOT RATS 132
END OF THE CHANTICLEER! 133
WAITING FOR BAD NEWS 135
JUDGMENT-DAY REHEARSAL 138
WHAT TO LOLL IN 140
BLIZZARD HYSTERIA 141
THE MOTH INVASION 143
DON’T GET LOST! 145
NOTES 148
ARTIST’S MODEL SUCCUMBS! 149
THOSE DICTA 150
THE VIGIL 152
HAIRCUT, PLEASE! 153
THE FLYING FLEA 155
PHOBIAS 156
THE CAMEL MARKET 157
THE CURSE SHORTAGE 158
FIRST AID 159
NO MORE NIGHTMARES 161
OMINOUS ANNOUNCEMENTS 162
EAST, WEST, HOMES BEST!
164
NO MORE BANANAS 167
YOU MR. GROWN-UP! 170
SLUGGARDS, AHOY! 172
SWEET SOLITUDE 173
PENGUIN FEUD 175
COFFEE VERSUS GIN 177
THE EARLY WORM 179
TRUFFLE POISONING 181
MY UNTOLD STORY 183
CHAPTER I 183
CHAPTER II 185
CHAPTER III 187
CHAPTER IV 188
CHAPTER V 190
REQUEST FROM THE PUBLISHER 191
THE LOST LOCOMOTIVE
THE day that Mr. MacGregor lost the locomotive was a confusing one for our accountants. They didn’t know whom to charge it to.
We have an account here called ‘Alterations,’
said the head accountant (Mr. MacGregor). We might charge it to that. Losing a locomotive is certainly an alteration in something.
I am afraid that you are whistling in the dark, Mr. MacGregor,
I said quietly.
The point is not what account we are going to charge the lost locomotive to,
I continued. It is how you happened to lose it.
I have already told you,
he replied, with a touch of asperity, "that I haven’t the slightest idea. I was tired and nervous and—well—I lost it, that’s all!
As a matter of fact,
he snapped, I am not at all sure that the locomotive is lost. And, if it is, I am not at all sure that I lost it.
I don’t think that we need go into that point,
I replied. When a man takes a locomotive out and comes back without it, and is unable to explain what has become of it, the presumption is that he, personally, has lost it. How did you like those tangerines we had for lunch?
Only fair,
MacGregor answered.
You see?
I said. You are getting cynical.
We have had a great deal of trouble about Mr. MacGregor’s growing cynical. He looks at things with a bilious eye. It is bringing down the morale of the office force and there are whole days at a time when we don’t sell a thing.
How often do you take that medicine I gave you?
I asked him.
MacGregor winced slightly. Hot-diggidy!
he replied.
That is not an answer to my question,
I said, sternly.
What were we just talking about?
he asked.
You mean the tangerines?
I said, his cynicism still rankling in my mind.
No,
he replied. Before that.
We both thought for a minute.
Well, it couldn’t have been very important,
I said laughing. This got him in good humor and we swung forward, double-time along the road to work.
TAKE THE WITNESS!
NEWSPAPER accounts of trial cross-examinations always bring out the cleverest in me. They induce day dreams in which I am the witness on the stand, and if you don’t know some of my imaginary comebacks to an imaginary cross-examiner (Doe vs. Benchley: 482-U.S.-367-398), you have missed some of the most stimulating reading in the history of American jurisprudence.
These little reveries usually take place shortly after I have read the transcript of a trial, while I am on a long taxi ride or seated at a desk with plenty of other work to do. I like them best when I have work to do, as they deplete me mentally so that I am forced to go and lie down after a particularly sharp verbal rally. The knowledge that I have completely floored my adversary, and the imaginary congratulations of my friends (also imaginary), seem more worthwhile than any amount of fiddling work done.
During these cross-questionings I am always very calm. Calm in a nice way, that is—never cocky. However frantic my inquisitor may wax (and you should see his face at times—it’s purple), I just sit there, burning him up with each answer, winning the admiration of the courtroom, and, at times, even a smile from the judge himself. At the end of my examination the judge is crazy about me.
Just what the trial is about, I never get quite clear in my mind. Sometimes the subject changes in the middle of the questioning, to allow for the insertion of an especially good crack on my part. I don’t think that I am ever actually the defendant, although I don’t know why I should feel that I am immune from trial by a jury of my peers—if such exist.
I am usually testifying in behalf of a friend, or perhaps as just an impersonal witness for someone whom I do not know, who, naturally, later becomes my friend for life. It is Justice that I am after—Justice and a few well-spotted laughs.
Let us whip right into the middle of my cross-examination, as I naturally wouldn’t want to pull my stuff until I had been insulted by the lawyer, and you can’t really get insulted simply by having your name and address asked. I am absolutely fair about these things. If the lawyer will treat me right, I’ll treat him right. He has got to start it. For a decent cross-examiner, there is no more tractable witness in the world than I am.
Advancing toward me, with a sneer on his face, he points a finger at me. (I have sometimes thought of pointing my finger back at him, but have discarded that as being too fresh. I don’t have to resort to clowning.)
***
Q—You think you’re pretty funny, don’t you? (I have evidently just made some mildly humorous comeback, nothing smart-alecky, but good enough to make him look silly.)
A—I have never given the matter much thought.
Q—Oh, you haven’t given the matter much thought, eh? Well, you seem to be treating this examination as if it were a minstrel show.
A (very quietly and nicely)—I have merely been taking my cue from your questions. (You will notice that all this presupposes quite a barrage of silly questions on his part, and pat answers on mine, omitted here because I haven’t thought them up. At any rate, it is evident that I have already got him on the run before this reverie begins.)
Q—Perhaps you would rather that I conducted this inquiry in baby talk?
A—If it will make it any easier for you. (Pandemonium, which the Court feels that it has to quell, although enjoying it obviously as much as the spectators.)
Q (furious)—I see. Well, here is a question that I think will be simple enough to elicit an honest answer: Just how did you happen to know that it was eleven-fifteen when you saw the defendant?
A—Because I looked at my watch.
Q—And just why did you look at your watch at this particular time?
A—To see what time it was.
Q—Are you accustomed to looking at your watch often?
A—That is one of the uses to which I often put my watch.
Q—I see. Now, it couldn’t by any chance, have been ten-fifteen instead of eleven-fifteen when you looked at your watch this time, could it?
A—Yes, sir. It could.
Q—Oh, it could have been ten-fifteen?
A—Yes, sir—if I had been in Chicago. (Not very good, really. I’ll work up something better. I move to have that answer stricken from the record.)
***
When I feel myself lowering my standards by answering like that, I usually give myself a rest, and, unless something else awfully good pops into my head, I adjourn the court until next day. I can always convene it again when I hit my stride.
If possible, however, I like to drag it out until I have really given my antagonist a big final wallop which practically curls him up on the floor (I may think of one before this goes to press), and, wiping his forehead, he mutters, Take the witness!
As I step down from the stand, fresh as a daisy, there is a round of applause which the Court makes no attempt to silence. In fact, I have known certain judges to wink pleasantly at me as I take my seat. Judges are only human, after all.
My only fear is that, if I ever really am called upon to testify in court, I won’t be asked the right questions. That would be a pretty kettle of fish!
THE NEW STROKES
IT WILL be interesting to see what the new season will bring out in the way of novel swimming strokes. I’ll bet it involves the use of an auxiliary motor strapped on the shoulders.
When I was learning to swim, people just swam. The idea was to keep afloat and, in an orderly fashion, to get somewhere if possible. If there was nowhere you wanted to get to, you just swam quietly ‘round and ‘round until your lips got blue. Then you went in.
The stroke that I was first taught was known as the breast, or gondola, stroke.
High out of the water by the bows. It was dignified and stately and went something like this: One-two-three-sink! One-two-three-sink!
The legs were shot out straight behind, like a frog’s, except that they were not good to eat.
Then the more sporting among the swimming crowd took to swimming tipped over on one side, with one ear dragging in the water. This was considered very athletic, especially if one arm was lifted out of the water at each stroke. But even then the procedure was easy-going, pleasant, and more of a pastime than a chore. It was considered very bad form to churn.
But with the advent of the various crawls,
swimming took on more the nature of a battle with the elements. You had to lash at the water, tear at the waves with your teeth, snort and spit, kick your feet like a child with tantrums and, in general, behave as if you had set out deliberately to drown yourself in an epilepsy. It became tiring just to watch.
I never learned the names of the new strokes as they came along, but I gather that the instructions for some of them must read:
The Australian Wrench: Place the head under water up to the shoulder blades. Bring the left arm up, over and around the neck until the fingers of the left hand touch the right cheek (still under water). Shove the right arm sideways and to the left until the right shoulder touches the chin. Then shift arm positions suddenly, and with great splashing, propelling the body through the water by lashing upward and downward with the feet and legs. The head is kept under water during the entire race, thereby eliminating both wind-resistance and breathing. It is bully fun.
The Navajo Twist: Rotate the entire body like a bobbin on the surface of the water, with elbows and knees bent. Spit while the mouth is on the up-side. Inhale when it is under. This doesn’t get you much of anywhere, but it irritates the other swimmers and makes it difficult for them to swim.
The Lighthouse Churn: Just stand still, in water about up to your waist, and beat at the surface with your fists, snorting and spitting at the same time. This does nothing but make you conspicuous, but, after all, what is modern swimming for?
CONTRIBUTORS TO THIS ISSUE
UNFORTUNATELY the current issue of our magazine has had to be abandoned because of low visibility and an epidemic of printers’ nausea, but we felt that our readers would still want to know a little something of the private lives of our contributors. At any rate, here we go:
ELWOOD M. CRINGE, who contributed the article Is Europe? is a graduate of Moffard College and, since graduation, has specialized in high tension rope. He is thirty-two years old, wears a collar, and his hobbies are golf, bobbing for apples, and junket.
HAL GARMISCH, author of How It Feels to Be Underslung, writes: I am young, good-looking and would like to meet a girl about my own age who likes to run. I have no hobbies, but I am crazy about kitties.
MEDFORD LAZENBY probably knows more about people, as such, than anyone in the country, unless it is people themselves. He has been all over the world in a balloon-rigged ketch and has a fascinating story to tell. China Through a Strainer, in this issue, is not it.
ELIZABETH FEDELLER, after graduation from Ruby College for Near-Sighted Girls, had a good time for herself among the deserted towns of Montana and writes of her experiences in a style which has been compared unfavorably with that of Ernest Hemingway. She is rather unattractive looking.
On our request for information, GIRLIE TENNAFLY wrote us that he is unable to furnish any, owing to a short memory. He contributed the article on Flanges: Open and Shut, which is not appearing in this issue.
We will let ESTHER RUBRIC tell about herself: Strange as it may seem,
writes Miss Rubric, "I am not a ‘highbrow’, although I write on what are known as ‘highbrow’ subjects. I am really quite a good sport, and love to play tennis (or ‘play at’ tennis, as I call it), and am always ready for a good romp. My mother and father were missionaries in Boston, and I was brought up in a strictly family way. We children used