Crapper Day

I do not have any reviews ready for you today, but I do have some interesting tidbits. I have Chase’s Calendar of Events to thank for today’s post. If you haven’t seen Chase’s Calendar I recommend checking it out. You will find all sorts of interesting facts. Today’s fact is that it is Crapper Day. That’s right, Crapper Day. Today is the anniversary of the death (1910) of British plumber Thomas Crapper. It is a common misconception that Crapper invented the flush toilet. In fact, Alexander Cummings is credited with that invention more than 50 years before Crapper was born. Crapper is however responsible for making many improvements to the ol’ Water Closet. Most notably, he is responsible for  the little floaty thing in the tank called the ballcock. It is purely coincidence that poor Thomas’ name has become synonymous with toilet. The exact origins of the term are unknown, but earliest print citing date back to the 1930s.

I will try to  pull this post out of the toilet by mentioning that it is also Lewis Carroll’s birthday (1832). Carroll is best known for writing Alice in Wonderland. I personally am a fan of his poem Jabberwocky from the book Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There. I leave you with these words to ponder:

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

from Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (1872).
Happy Reading!

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