{"id":10644,"date":"2011-06-14T22:33:02","date_gmt":"2011-06-15T06:33:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sparselysageandtimely.com\/blog\/?p=10644"},"modified":"2023-12-15T16:02:58","modified_gmt":"2023-12-16T00:02:58","slug":"as-expressions-come-and-go-do-you-know-what-youre-saying","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/?p=10644","title":{"rendered":"As expressions come and go, do you know what you&#8217;re saying?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>As American English lurches along<\/strong>, it is leaving a roadside littered with abandoned and misused expressions. Instead of conserving our language, we treat it as disposable. Sayings that reflect popular culture have especially short life spans.<\/p>\n<p>When I was a kid, for example, my smart-aleck friends would sometimes answer the phone, &#8220;Hello, Duffy&#8217;s Tavern, Duffy speaking.&#8221; The phrase would be lost on young folks today, but it was once a common variation on the opening line to a popular radio comedy, <em>Duffy&#8217;s Tavern<\/em>, which aired from 1941 to 1951.<\/p>\n<p>In the actual opening, an old piano would be playing <em>When Irish Eyes Are Smiling<\/em>, only to be interrupted by the ring of a telephone. A thick New York accent would then be heard answering, &#8220;Hello, Duffy&#8217;s Tavern, where the elite meet to eat. Archie the manager speakin&#8217;. Duffy ain&#8217;t here. Oh hello, Duffy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Amos-Mitchell-and-family2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-10713\" title=\"Amos-Mitchell-and-family2\" src=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Amos-Mitchell-and-family2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"372\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Amos-Mitchell-and-family2.jpg 500w, https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Amos-Mitchell-and-family2-300x223.jpg 300w, https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Amos-Mitchell-and-family2-150x111.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><em>My great grandfather Amos Mitchell and great grandmother Mary Jane Mitchell n\u00e9e Guiher with their children (from left): Lansing, Lulu, Miles Lecki (my grandfather), and Amy. Photographer&#8217;s studio portrait, 1892<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><strong>For most of my youth, my great aunt Amy<\/strong> lived with my family. Born in 1872, aunt Amy grew up in an area of Pennsylvania where Pennsylvania Dutch (a dialect of German) was spoken. She and I were close, and when I was a little boy, she&#8217;d often address me as &#8220;schnickelfritz.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I knew she was teasing me in a friendly fashion, but I didn&#8217;t learn until years later what &#8220;schnickelfritz&#8221; actually means. As it turns out, in some dialects of German, it&#8217;s an affectionate way to say &#8220;you little imp.&#8221; The &#8220;fritz&#8221; part is a way of saying &#8220;guy&#8221; while &#8220;schnickel&#8221; suggests impulsive behavior or chattering.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s an old expression, and I wonder if anyone today still uses it.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/dad-in-1920-for-web.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-10647\" title=\"dad-in-1920-for-web\" src=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/dad-in-1920-for-web.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"275\" height=\"379\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/dad-in-1920-for-web.jpg 275w, https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/dad-in-1920-for-web-217x300.jpg 217w, https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/dad-in-1920-for-web-108x150.jpg 108w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 275px) 100vw, 275px\" \/><\/a><strong>My father Herbert H. Mitchell <\/strong>(<em>at right in 1920<\/em>) was born in 1902, and he too used an expression I don&#8217;t hear much anymore: &#8220;When Hector was a pup.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It means &#8220;a very long time ago,&#8221; and refers to the boyhood of Hector, Troy&#8217;s hero who was slain in the Trojan War 3,200 years ago.<\/p>\n<p>Hector was the son of King Priam and Queen Hecuba of Troy. Following the fall of the city to the Greeks, one of their other sons, Polydorus, was killed by a treacherous son-in-law, King Polymestor of Thrace.<\/p>\n<p>Hecuba retaliated by blinding Polymestor. By one account, she was to be punished for this by being given to the Greek hero Odysseus as a slave, but when she snarled at him, the gods turned her into a dog, allowing her to escape.<\/p>\n<p>Thus Hector would not only be a &#8220;pup&#8221; when he was in his youth, he would remain a &#8220;pup&#8221; because he was the son of a dog. Apparently as a result of American education&#8217;s renewed interest in Greek mythology during the early 20th century, &#8220;when Hector was a pup&#8221; was a popular expression all during the years my father was in school.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Edith-and-bicycle.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-10648\" title=\"Edith-and-bicycle\" src=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Edith-and-bicycle.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"372\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Edith-and-bicycle.jpg 500w, https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Edith-and-bicycle-300x223.jpg 300w, https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Edith-and-bicycle-150x111.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><em>My mother Edith Vokes Mitchell as a girl in Canada where she was born in 1906.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>I can recall my mother sometimes exclaiming<\/strong>, &#8220;My eye and Betty Martin,&#8221; when something didn&#8217;t make sense. &#8220;Who&#8217;s Betty Martin?&#8221; I asked her more than once, but she didn&#8217;t know. It was just an expression meaning &#8220;humbug&#8221; she had learned from her mother.<\/p>\n<p>The expression, which is sometimes phrased as &#8220;all my eye and Betty Martin,&#8221; is often believed to be a case of folk etymology \u00e2\u20ac\u201d common people altering foreign phrases they don&#8217;t understand into something that at least sounds intelligible.<\/p>\n<p>By that theory, which first circulated in the 1820s, the expression was originally &#8220;O mihi, beate Martine.&#8221; The words were supposedly taken from a Latin prayer to St. Martin and mean, &#8220;Oh grant me, blessed Martin&#8230;&#8221; Supposedly the Latin words were reinterpreted as English words in nautical slang and were spread in that fashion.<\/p>\n<p>Another theory is that it&#8217;s a lyric from an 18th century song addressed to a Miss Betty Martin, who has spurned the singer&#8217;s overtures. The supposed lyric is, &#8220;That&#8217;s my eye, Betty Martin.&#8221; However, I&#8217;m skeptical of this explanation.<\/p>\n<p><strong>On the other hand, the origin of &#8220;all hell broke loose&#8221; <\/strong>is known to literary scholars although most people using the expression have no idea where it comes from.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Dores-Paradise-Lost-Satan.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-10649\" title=\"Dore's-Paradise-Lost-Satan\" src=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Dores-Paradise-Lost-Satan.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"340\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Dores-Paradise-Lost-Satan.jpg 300w, https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Dores-Paradise-Lost-Satan-264x300.jpg 264w, https:\/\/sparselysageandtimely.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Dores-Paradise-Lost-Satan-132x150.jpg 132w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The phrase, in fact, comes from John Milton&#8217;s 1667 epic <em>Paradise Lost.<\/em> To me that origin seems rather formal and pious, given that &#8220;all hell broke loose&#8221; has become slang.<\/p>\n<p>In Milton&#8217;s poem, the angel Gabriel asks Satan, just before kicking him out of the Garden of Eden, why all the other inhabitants of hell hadn&#8217;t broken out of the underworld and accompanied him to the garden: &#8220;Wherefore with thee came not all hell broke loose?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Although there has been a marked change during the last 344 years in the way &#8220;all hell broke loose&#8221; is used, Milton&#8217;s exact words have endured.<\/p>\n<p><em>Satan (above) as depicted by the French engraver Gustave Dore (1832-1883)<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Finally, let&#8217;s consider &#8220;at one fell swoop,&#8221;<\/strong> which we use to mean &#8220;all at once.&#8221; Although many people regularly quote the expression, most folks have no idea what the words mean. The &#8220;swoop&#8221; part is straightforward enough and is used in the sense of a hawk swooping down on a mouse. The &#8220;fell&#8221; part, however, is a surprise.<\/p>\n<p>In this expression, &#8220;fell&#8221; is an archaic word for &#8220;savage.&#8221; As such, it is related to the modern word &#8220;felon,&#8221; says <em>The Oxford English Dictionary.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>All this raises the question: how many other expressions do we quote every day without knowing what we&#8217;re quoting? I&#8217;d ask Duffy his opinion, but &#8220;Duffy ain&#8217;t here.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As American English lurches along, it is leaving a roadside littered with abandoned and misused expressions. Instead of conserving our language, we treat it as disposable. Sayings that reflect popular culture have especially short life spans. 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