I thought this would bring a smile to your face, if you are old enough to remember
these expressions. 

Gee Whillikers 

I hope you are Hunky dory after you read this and chuckle . 

by Richard Lederer 

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete
because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included "Don't touch
that dial," "Carbon copy," "You sound like a broken record" and "Hung out to dry." A
bevy of readers have asked me to shine light on more faded words and expressions,
and I am happy to oblige: 

Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We'd put on our best bib and tucker
and straighten up and fly right. Hubba-hubba! We'd cut a rug in some juke joint and
then go necking and petting and smooching and spooning and billing and cooing and
pitching woo in hot rods and jalopies in some passion pit or lovers' lane. 

 

Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumpin' Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were in like
Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of
being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China ! 

 

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was
swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats,
knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers. Oh, my aching
back. Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore. 

Like Washington Irving's Rip Van Winkle and Kurt Vonnegut's Billy Pilgrim, we have
become unstuck in time. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and
before we can say, "I'll be a monkey's uncle!" or "This is a fine kettle of fish!"
we discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent as
oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our
keyboards. 

Poof, poof, poof go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind. We blink,
and they're gone, evanesced from the landscape and wordscape of our perception, like
Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys, candy cigarettes, little wax
bottles of colored sugar water and an organ grinder's monkey. 

Where have all those phrases gone? Long time passing. Where have all those phrases
gone? Long time ago: Pshaw. The milkman did it. Think about the starving Armenians.
Bigger than a bread box. Banned in Boston . The very idea! It's your nickel. Don't
forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Turn-of-the-century. Iron
curtain. Domino theory. Fail safe. Civil defense. Fiddlesticks! You look like the
wreck of the Hesperus. Cooties. Going like sixty. I'll see you in the funny papers.
Don't take any wooden nickels. Heavens to Murgatroyd! And awa-a-ay we go! 

Oh, my stars and garters! It turns out there are more of these lost words and
expressions than Carter had liver pills.  This can be disturbing stuff, this winking
out of the words of our youth, these words that lodge in our heart's deep core. But
just as one never steps into the same river twice, one cannot step into the same
language twice. Even as one enters, words are swept downstream into the past,
forever making a different river. 

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeful times. For a child each
new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the
chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did
not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage
and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It's one of the greatest
advantages of aging. We can have archaic and eat it, too. 

See 'ya later, alligator!