"He instinctively can find the shining greatness of our American culture and does a good job of highlighting it (although he also does have those rare lapses when he writes about hockey, but that is something caused by impurities in the Eastern waters or something)." Erik Keilholtz
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Mark C. N. Sullivan is an editor at a Massachusetts university. He is married and the father of three children. Email
One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I'll never know.
Idly Googling "elk" and "pajamas" turns up Groucho's wonderful Captain Spaulding monologue from Animal Crackers:
The elks on the other hand live up in the hills, and in the spring they come down for their annual convention. It is very interesting to watch them come down to the water-hole; and you should see them run when they find it is only water-hole. What they're looking for is a elk-a-hole. One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I'll never know.
If you don't mind clicking away the infernal Tripod window you can hear "Hooray for Captain Spaulding" and several other Marx Bros songs here.
Then again, a serving of Duck Soup might more befit the current campaign mood. The Why a Duck site offers a sampling of WAV files, among them:
Mrs. Teasdale: "As Chairwoman of the reception committee, I welcome you with open arms." Firefly: "Is that so? How late do you stay open?"
Secretary: "Sir, you try my patience!" Firefly: "I don't mind if I do...You must come over and try mine sometime."