Long-windedness Anecdotes (Post No.2889)

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Compiled by London swaminathan

 

Date: 12 June 2016

 

Post No. 2889

 

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One of the executives of RKO Pictures, Leon J Bamberger, once spoke at a conference, “I am having such a good time that I would just go on speaking all afternoon, but I remember another Monday on which I was addressing a conference. I had hardly begun when I heard someone in the first row lean over and ask his friend “Say, what follows Bamberger?”

“And the answer was, Wednesday .”

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Sir Josiah Stamp, in a speech at the Chicago club, expressed a hope that he wasn’t talking too long.

I wouldn’t like to be in the position of the parson, he explained, who in the midst of an interminable sermon, suddenly stopped to chide, “You know I don’t mind a bit having you look at your watches to see what time it is, but it really annoys me when you put them up to your ears to see if they are still running.”

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The following remarks of Mark Twain may well be taken to heart by the various after dinner speakers who inflict their long drawn out speeches upon suffering diners.

“Some years ago in Hartford, we all went to church one hot sweltering night to hear the annual report of Mr Harley a city missionary who went around finding people who needed help and didn’t want to ask for it. He told of the life in cellars, where poverty resided. He gave instance s of the heroism and devotion of the poor. When a man with millions gives, he said, we make a great deal of noise. It is noise in the wrong place, for it is the widow’s mite that counts. Well Harley worked me up to a great pitch. I could hardly wait for him to get through. I had 400 dollars in my pocket. I wanted to give that and borrow more to give. You could see greenbacks in every eye. But instead of passing the plate then, he kept on talking and talking, and as he talked it grew hotter and hotter, and we grew sleepier and sleepier.  My enthusiasm went down, down, down, down…… 100 dollars….. at a clip…….until finally, when the plate did come around , I stole ten cents out of it . It all goes to show how a little thing like this can lead to crime.

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