Posts by Dr. Boli

ASK DR. BOLI.

Dear Dr. Boli: After reading this exemplary missive to pipe smoking at The League of Bearded Catholics, I couldn’t help but remember that Adm. Hornswoggle is both bearded (well, moustached, which is nearly the same thing) and a pipe smoker. Does your esteemed personage have any thoughts regarding pipes and tobacco blends, especially those favored by the Admiral? —Sincerely, Horatio.

Dear Sir: Dr. Boli himself has never smoked either tobacco or any other substance. Setting a fire in his own mouth was a recreation that never appealed to him, though many of his friends apparently derived great amusement from it. The closest he ever comes is an occasional cup of Lapsang Souchong tea (he has it on the authority of the president of the China National Native Produce & Animal By-Products Import/Export Corporation that “Lapsang Souchong” is Mandarin for “Old Cigar Butts”); but in this he does not indulge too frequently, on account of the violent reactions of some of the servants to the fumes. Admiral Hornswoggle has not made any public statement of his preferences, but Dr. Boli has been led to believe that his vice of choice is a bubble pipe.

In his sad ignorance of tobacco, Dr. Boli is nevertheless able to detect one extraordinary thing about the article you pointed out to him. The author mentions a brand of tobacco called Prince Albert; he displays a colored photograph of that tobacco in what is plainly a can; and then—nothing. Dr. Boli is still waiting for the shoe to drop.

DR. BOLI’S COMPREHENSIVE HERBAL.

No. 16 in a Series of 253,486.

BROCCOLI (Brassica).—Broccoli is a tragic case in the vegetable kingdom, a flower of rare beauty that has never been seen by the eyes of modern man. Ancient legend has it that the broccolo (such is the term for a single flower of broccoli) was once the most beautiful and poetic of all flowers, with a heavenly scent and four exquisite petals of such delicate and ethereal color that all other flowers seemed prosaic by comparison.

But we who live in this mechanical age will never know the exquisite beauty of the broccolo, for such is the sad fate of the Brassica oleracea plant that every flower bud is eaten before it blooms;—or we should say, rather, that the buds are harvested before they bloom, since there is good evidence to suggest that much more broccoli is harvested than is ever eaten. We may regard this as one of the surest tokens of the perversity of human nature, that we prefer to cut the buds from this beautiful plant and scrape them off our plates into the dog’s dish, rather than allow them to mature and brighten our gardens with their blooms.

It goes without saying that broccoli is now reproduced exclusively asexually, but the patented process is a closely guarded trade secret and cannot be revealed in these pages.

In traditional medieval herbal lore, broccoli was assigned to the special protection of St. Valentine, who was martyred by beheading.

ANNOUNCEMENT.

HAS ANYONE SEEN a medium-sized iron cannonball, about six inches in diameter, in the neighborhood of Stanton Heights or possibly Lawrenceville? It has been missing since last night’s performance by the Stanton Heights Symphony Orchestra, and Mrs. Beadle would very much like to have it back before Sunday’s matinee concert.

ANNOUNCEMENT.

THE STANTON HEIGHTS Symphony Orchestra’s performance of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture tonight will not be interpreted for the hearing-impaired, contrary to the previous announcement. Mrs. Beadle has come down with laryngitis and does not feel up to shouting tonight.

THINGS TO DO.

THE STANTON HEIGHTS Symphony Orchestra’s performance of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture Tuesday at 7 p.m. will be interpreted for the hearing-impaired thanks to a grant from Reginald’s Dry Cleaning of Stanton Avenue.

The Dravosburg Interplanetary Society will be attempting to communicate with extraterrestrial civilizations by telegram tomorrow morning at 7:00 sharp. Meet us at the Western Union office.

The Flatwood Wild Animal Kingdom will be holding its annual Grey Squirrel Daze beginning Thursday. Grey squirrels will probably make an appearance.

The Desolation Theater’s innovative production of Shakespeare’s Henry V, set in a small-town advertising agency during the Great Depression, has been extended for two more weeks at the Bingham Stage, South Side.

Holy Regression Nicolaitan Orthodox Church is holding its annual Cottage Cheese Sale, now through March 21. Last year nearly eight dollars were raised for the roof fund, which was enough to purchase two rolls of duct tape.

The Street Art Collective of Lawrenceville has decided that 43rd Street is quite artistic just the way it is, and invites everyone to an informal viewing tomorrow at noon.

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY.

ON THIS DAY in 1923, the famous archaeologist Sir Landon Ramboggle emerged from a dig outside Cockaponset, Connecticut, with the announcement that he had discovered startling new evidence of Chinese settlement in eastern North America. Sir Landon and his crew had been digging deeper and deeper, past early proto-Indian remains, in search of the first evidence of human habitation in eastern North America. So deep was this excavation, in fact, that the jocular locals had begun referring to it as “Ramboggle’s Big Old Hole in the Ground,” a joke whose meaning apparently depended on a long acquaintance with rural Connecticut customs. Sir Landon’s astonishment was complete, however, when he discovered pottery and other artifacts that could only have come from China of the Xia dynasty, the earliest period of Chinese imperial history. (For the sake of clarity, we use the currently fashionable transliterations of Chinese names in this article.)

How could ancient Chinese colonists have reached the shores of Connecticut four thousand years ago? The question was baffling, to be sure. Many vague traditions in Chinese history tell of long voyages by heroic Chinese mariners, but no one had ever suggested eastern North America as one of their destinations. Surely the Pacific coast rather than the Atlantic was more likely to attract Chinese settlers. Yet the artifacts, which were found in great abundance, spoke for themselves. They were well preserved and easily identified; they were simply thousands of miles from where they were supposed to be.

In the weeks that followed, the mystery deepened along with the excavation. In the next layer, beneath the Xia-dynasty artifacts, was a distinct layer of Shang-Dynasty artifacts. By all the laws of archaeology, older layers should be below more recent layers; but here the order was reversed. The next layer proved to be the even more recent Zhou Dynasty; then the Qin, and so on through the timeline of Chinese history, until, to his utter bafflement, Sir Landon was unearthing remains of the 1911 republican revolution.

The day after that most perplexing discovery, the diggers struck daylight, and at once the mystery was solved. Sir Landon had simply dug to China—an eventuality against which several of the locals recalled having warned him when he began digging. They appeared to be much amused, in their laconic and inscrutable New-Englandish way.

Sir Landon himself never worked again in the field of archaeology, but the fiasco, embarrassing though it was, did end with some benefit to him. The fashion for Chinese food was surging throughout North America, and the tunnel Sir Landon had dug proved a very useful conduit through which food could be delivered from giant manufactories in the Yangtze River valley for quick American distribution. By controlling the single source of supply for every Chinese takeout in North America, Sir Landon grew quite wealthy. He proved himself an able diplomat as well, and in spite of suspicion and hostility on both sides was able to negotiate a continuation of his exclusive contract with the new People’s Republic of China in 1949. The contract is still in force today, making the Ramboggle family the third-richest in the Western Hemisphere.