Stodghill Says So

An opinionated posting on a variety of subjects by a former newspaper reporter and columnist whose daily column was named best in Indiana by UPI. The Blog title is that used in his high school sports predictions for the Muncie Evening Press.

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At the age of 18 I was a 4th Infantry Division rifleman in the invasion of Normandy, then later was called back for the Korean War. Put in a couple of years as a Pinkerton detective. Much of my life was spent as a newspaper reporter, sports writer and daily columnist. Published three books on high school sports in Ohio and Indiana. I write mystery fiction for Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine and others. Three books, Normandy 1944 - A Young Rifleman's War, The Hoosier Hot Shots, and From Devout Catholic to Communist Agitator are now available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other booksellers. So are four collections of short mysteries: Jack Eddy Stories Volumes 1 and 2, Midland Murders, and The Rough Old Stuff From Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine.

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Saturday, November 03, 2007

BULLETIN! - Drink Beer After Exercising

The news from the medical front just keeps getting better and better. The latest is that after exercising, drinking beer is more beneficial than gulping water. So after jogging up and down the hallway just reach for a Bud or a Blue Ribbon. If someone objects , tell them it's doctor's orders.
The only problem with this is, it isn't news at all. Infantrymen have known as much for eons. For proof, listen to a few old dogface marching songs:
Rack up another beer, boys, the infantry's hitting the road,
Time for another beer, boys, to help us lighten the load,
There isn't a war in history that wasn't won by the infantry,
So rack up another beer, boys, the infantry's hitting the road.

Then there's this old classic:
The infantry, the infantry, with dirt behind their ears,
The infantry, the infantry, they drink up all the beers,
The cavalry, artillery and corps of engineers,
Could never lick the infantry in a hundred thousand years.

Still not convinced? This should do it:
Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he,
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his privates three,
Beer, beer, beer, said the privates . . . and on and on through every rank in the Army. They all had something different to say, of course.
So there it is, proof positive that infantrymen are always a step ahead of the medics. Or in this case, centuries ahead.
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Mystery writers are always looking for a new twist. Coming up with one isn't easy. My favorite is the woman who was sick and tired of having her husband hanging around so she finished him off by conking him on the head with a frozen leg of lamb. She then put the leg of lamb in the oven and cooked it.
The detectives couldn't find the weapon that committed the dastardly deed so they decided the killer had taken it with him when he left. The wife was off the hook. In the meantime the aroma of the lamb led them to tell her how wonderful it smelled. She then put plates on the table, sliced the lamb and the detectives sat down and ate the murder weapon.
It's embarrassing to admit I can't remember who wrote the story. That could be grounds for drumming me out of the Mystery Writers of America.


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