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Matt Weinstock, March 5, 1960

March 5, 2010 |  4:00 pm


“Praise Allah for These Crooked Streets!”

A Boy Can Dig


Matt Weinstock

   All actor Neil Hamilton did was inquire innocently if anyone remembered the entire alphabetical sentence of which the first words were A Boy Can Dig Enough Fine Gold or make up another -- he couldn't.  Whambo!  What an outpouring!  What etymological ingenuity! Only thing to do is to turn them on as space permits -- and it doesn't.  
    Bradford Shank wonders, by the way, if the partial quote is derived from some notes on zircons he published about 15 years ago.  They went:  A boy can dig enough fine gold, having it's jewel-kindled luster more nearly of perfect quality resembling satin, to use variously with xanthein yellow zircons.
    L.H.C.:  A boy can dig enough fine gold here in just keeping level minded; no other person questions rich strikes till under vein; why Xray your zone?

March 5, 1960, Abby

March 5, 1960, Lucy    Alice Haste:  A boy can dig enough fine gold, hiding in jeopardy, killers lurking menacingly near other pusillanimous, quixotic rascals seeking to under-price valuable whisky,xeres, yquem, zabaglione.
    Milton P. Kahn:  A boy can dig enough fine gold; hoard it, just keep locating more nuggets or perhaps quickly reposit some, too, until very wealthy, xanthic young zealot.
    S. Jack Roberts:  A boy can dig enough fine gold handily if Jack knows likely mountains nearby or presumably quite roundabout so that under very white xebecs youth zings.
    Yvonne McKlernan:  A boy can doubtless enjoy finding gold; however, if justice, kindness, love may not outshine quick riches, surely this urge mainly wastes xenogeneric young zealots.
    Shirley Diamond:  Abbe brought Cugat dinner; earnestly feeling grateful, he inquired, just kidding Lane, "Maid's out, pigeon?"  Quickly raging, she took umbrage viciously.  "Women!" Xavier yelled.  "Zounds!"
    Bill Stout:  All bosomy casual damsels, except fashionably gregarious housewives, invite just knowing looks meaning nothing or prompt queerly resolute smiles that underneath veil wanton xenial yearnings zymotic.
    Roselia Case Bent:  A body could determinedly even fly gaily heavenward Icaruslike jauntily keeping lifting motion, narrowly observing Piccard's quixotic romantic soarings toward uncharted visions with xenoliths -- yon zodiac.
    Ted Dumas:  A beautiful creature did eagerly flourish grandly, haughtily, in jaundiced kings' lairs meeting no other patrons quite readily, so the upshot virtually was xenophobia, yoking zealots.
    Ruth McNair:  As badgered citizens' deductions exceed frail gross hard income joints knots linger, magnifying need of Phrygian-quaint reveling, squared to Uncle's viewpoint, where Xyster yearly zings.
    Cleve Herman:  A beatnik contemplating destiny, effervescing futility, groping half inertly, joking kindly, looking meticulously, noticing overtones perplexing querulous rabble, says there's ubiquitous verity which xylophones yield zanily.
    Bill Johnson:  A beatnik character departing early from Gas House in jalopy kept looking more nervously over Pacific's quietly rolling surf toward upper Venice where XYZ.
    Sam Oleesky (who also gave up on XYZ):  Any bibliophile can develop, eventually, fairly good healthy ideas; justifying kindly language; meditating novel or perplexing questions:  reading steadily toward ultimately vast wisdom.
    Rob Roy Gregg:  A baby can develop eventual form, good habits, intelligence; just knowing loudness must never obscure people's quiet reasoning sense; thereby understanding views which Xray youth's zest.
    Jack S. Margolis:  Actors, brandishing credits daringly, eventually find great hopelessness in just knowing (leaving me noiselessly oppressed), praise quickly rising starlets triumphantly, unless victorious with xanthochroids yearning zymurgy.
    The word rasslers generally agreed the time spent on their sentences could have been better wasted on something else.  One stated, "I had to get your alphabet monkey off my back."  But all had fun.  And the X, Y and Z pages in the dictionaries probably never had such a workout.