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JULY 14, 2010 10:27AM

Notes from a 1987 Refrigerator

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While burrowing through old photographs yesterday, I stumbled onto something I thought was lost forever--the clippings, cartoons and notes from my 1980's refrigerator, a wealth of wisdom and wonder.

I had recently moved to Wisconsin and loved reading small town blurbs in the local newspaper, especially the more colorful ones.   To those I added clipped New Yorker cartoons that had special appeal, including several from Roz Chast and a treasured one from Michael Maslin (husband to fellow New Yorker cartoonist liza Donnelly), and some commentary.

All those years ago, I was curating my own cover--on the front of an old white refrigerator in a little blue farmhouse kitchen in Wisconsin. 

 

 

This delightful Roz Chast New Yorker cover from June 1, 1987:

 

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From the pages of the Wausau Daily Herald, Wausau, Wisconsin:

 

Tiny, hairy creatures seen near Stratford 

A "little people" sighting about two miles southwest of Stratford was reported to the Marathon County Sheriff's Department at 2:44 a.m. today.

The anonymous caller said he saw a glowing green light across the road at Staadt and Eau Pleine roads at the McMillan-Eau Plaine town line, got out of his car, saw two eyes, and then saw little people.

The people were about 2 1/2 feet tall, with hair on their faces, wearing blue clothing and shiny belt buckles, and they were very fast, the caller said.

Deputies didn't find any of the mysterious creatures or any signs that they had been in the area.

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Those lightning gnomes can be sneaky. 

 

Ex-farmhand arrested on bestiality charge 

A 25-year-old Wausau man has been arrested in connection with having sexual misconduct with cost at a farm.

The arrest was made by the Marathon County Sheriff's Department.  The man's case will be scheduled for a court appearance.

The alleged incidents occurred in 1982 at a farm owned by a Wausau man.

The farmer told sheriff's detectives that he suspected a former employee in the incidents after a farm worker saw the former employee running naked from the barn.  Upon investigation, they found bales of hay arranged behind some cows.

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That's why he's an ex-farmhand. 

 

From the pages of The New Yorker: 

 

NO COMMENT DEPARTMENT [Bulletin from the Office of Technology Assessment, Washington, D.C.]

In the period following a nuclear attack, conditions could get worse before they started to get better.

 

(and stapled to that):

A THOUGHT FOR THIS WEEK [From Research & Development]

A GLOBAL CONFLICT WOULD SERIOUSLY AFFECT OUT LIFE-STYLE.

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One of my favorite New Yorker cartoons of all time, from the pen of Michael Maslin (published November 9, 1987): 

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"If we have inconvenienced you by neglecting to fork-split your English muffin this morning, we are truly, truly sorry." 

 

OAK PARK ---This is to commend Dr. Allan D. Klenetsky, an outstanding Oak Park oral surgeon.  Following an accident, I was taken to his office.  I was given immediate attention and treated with skill and kindness.  I asked that he have a taxi ordered to bring me home.  He then announced that he would drive me home.  He took me home, up two flights of stairs and into my apartment.

I am still under his car, and am deeply indebted and grateful to a fine doctor and beautiful person.---Letter to the editor in the Oak Park (Ill.) Oak Leaves.

If not a very good driver. 

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From New Yorker cartoonist Charles Barsotti, published in the May 11, 1987, issue: 

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"I'm back.  Move." 

 

 

 

(All clippings taken from the Wausau (WI) Daily Herald  and The New Yorker magazine during the 1980's.  Copies of New Yorker cartoons are available at cartoonbank. )

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Wonderful collection! Thanks for sharing...especially love the little people story - hmmm??!!
I think the blue ones were Smurfs, be careful they share one female. Thanks for the giggles.
What a great collection of nostalgia and cartoons! Don't know how you do it! A wealth of memories and clippings from the past we all can remember. Well, most of us? Wonderful stuff we kept on our refrigerators!
What's wonderful is that the stories and cartoons can still elicit laughs!
Hysterical collection. At one point in my life, my fridge was a Roz Chast exhibit, I used up all available magnets displaying gems from her collection. My favorite to this day: God's bulletin board. I wish I still had it.
How fun? What is on your refrigerator now?
A postcard from Paris. I've gone minimal.
Sometimes the "detritus" says a lot about a particular time in one's life. This is a nice little glimpse into that time for you.
"Deputies didn't find any of the mysterious creatures or any signs that they had been in the area."

That's because they're very sneaky and they leave no trace!

This is making me wish that I had all of the things that my roommate and I put on the outside of the door of our dorm room in our freshman year. We took great pride in finding the most outrageous things for our display.
As an April Fool's joke, we ran a story once about how our police chief had been forced to answer a call for service while he was answering a call of nature. Chief even agreed to be photographed lying half under his patrol rig clutching a roll of toilet paper--with a big smile on his face. (OK, this is a small town, and we're easily amused, all right?) We had little old ladies calling the office asking if Darin was OK.

Sometimes the real news--OMG, the story about the guy and cows and stacked hay bales did me in..."sexual misconduct with cows"--is funnier than anything mortals can dream up. Thanks for posting these.
dee lightful range!!! oh wait- i mean fridge! ;}
Hay bales and little blue belt buckles...I am reeling. So funny, Kathy!
These are great. Insights into your mind at that time too. :-)
These were good!
Wonderful. Interesting not much seems to have changed... except no clips or cartoons about Internet or iPhones.
Delightful read.

R~
I love these. I have a zip lock bag with similar treasures--a 54 year old goldfish, and fish falling into the desert in Africa. Great fun.
Guess what my home was burgularized, I had a wedding anniversary picture, 50th, of my mom and dad on my refrigerator door. The theives stole it ! Can you imagine that, what perverts would steal someones parents anniversary picture off their refrigerator door.

Thats like or a kin to RAPE. It was personal since my day recently died.

Burgess Dillard
07/14/2010
Its shit like this that makes me bitter !
Thanks for the reminder. I remember that cover, and have it here somewhere myself. It's in my collection of similar clippings that I've maintained since, well, forever. I must have, oh, maybe two tons of those things by now, based on my last moving bill, and as soon as I can get them organized, I'm going to post some really funny ones, like you did here. Any day now.

You betcha.
BTW, has anybody else noticed that you can't use magnets on a brushed stainless steel refrigerator door? I've had to move my rotating display of zany clippings and pithy fridge magnets to the front of the dryer.

It's just not the same.
You're so right, David. It just isn't the same. I'm gratified to know someone else dug that cover.
These are the best. Too bad I was drinking tea when I read about the hay bales and the cows. New laptop keyboard may be necessary.

My favorite clipping from The New Yorker (which lived on my fridge until it died a tattered death) was a restaurant review from some obscure small-town paper, describing the "leper-skin booths." The New Yorker had written underneath: We'll wear long pants.