New York Herald Tribune, December 1, 1924. Ha ha ha! Get it? Get it?
No? Hmm. Okay, how about this one, from the New York World, April 26, 1925?
Still nothing, huh? Hmm. Well, fret not: As the world’s greatest living expert in the paleosemiotics of hot mince pie, I’m uniquely qualified to contextualize this shit for you. But for safety’s sake, we’re going to go slow here. If I tried to lay the whole hot mince pie thing out for you all at once–in all of its overlapping historical, cultural, theological, legal and somnological dimensions–the danger of overdose would equal that associated with the pie itself.
But if you keep up with these posts, then in the fullness of time you too will be able to appreciate this knee-slapper that William Howard Taft was using while out on the presidential campaign trail in 1908. The subject of the joke, which Taft said he’d learned from a prominent Methodist clergyman, is an unnamed “gentleman.” Take it away, Bill.
Chicago Tribune, July 21, 1908.