THOSE *RASCALS*
Fish Mating Call Blamed For Loud Humming Sound In West Seattle
(Thanks to Dan Barr, who says, "In my day, we just played Marvin Gaye.")
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September 07, 2012
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Oh! Midshipmen FISH. I misread. I was going to recommend calling the shore patrol so they could have their liberty cancelled and have them taken back onboard to paint or be put on KP or something.
Hmmm, well, I'm stumped. I don't have any advice.
Posted by: JD | September 07, 2012 at 05:24 PM
On the East Coast we had a different source:
"I was digging clams in Dougall flats when suddenly I heard a low humming sound. I was able to trace it to a particular spot, and when I turned the mud over it got louder. Turned out to be a clam humming. I kept digging in the same area and turned up another dozen humming clams. Well, I took them home and made a bed for them out of the mud I found them in, and I worked with them for about six months. When they happened to hum on key and in harmony, I fed them a bit of corn meal. After long hours of this I got them to sing 'Home of the Brave'.
Word spread and I took them on tour all over the country; made a lot of money with them too. Then, I made a terrible mistake. I booked a European tour, and I boarded the Queen Mary bound for England. They even had their own stateroom, so great was their fame; but, alas, we had just barely cleared Nantucket shoals when every one of them clams, up, took seasick, and died."
--Marshall Dodge of "Bert & I"
Posted by: Ralph | September 07, 2012 at 05:50 PM
As long as they don't try to mate with me, I have no complaints.
Posted by: HogsAteMySister | September 07, 2012 at 07:21 PM
What are they humming... " Chances Are "...?
Posted by: Clankie | September 07, 2012 at 07:53 PM
Barry Whiting.
Hey, Babay, don't I know you from school?
Wanna go to the sandbar for a drink?
Come on over to my seabed.
Posted by: Loudmouth | September 07, 2012 at 08:57 PM
I don't believe a word of this. I watch the TV show "Grimm", and I know what type of creatures inhabit Seattle.
(And if you're not yet a Grimm fan, Google it. The episodes are online. It's addictive! The show has PG-13 gore, however)
Posted by: PirateBoy | September 07, 2012 at 09:26 PM
So is this the origin of what we guys call a "hummer"?
Posted by: wingnut | September 07, 2012 at 10:38 PM
Oh, now we're talking about Fish?
Bill, loved you at the convention!
Posted by: Monica (With a clean dress) | September 08, 2012 at 01:23 AM
They are obviously practicing scales.
Posted by: Bill Hudgins | September 08, 2012 at 08:26 AM
Well, Dick, I liked it. But it has no real beat and I can't see how you'd dance to it.
I don't think it will win.
Posted by: Steve | September 08, 2012 at 10:05 AM
The reason for their humming is obvious. They don't know the words.
Posted by: Ernie G | September 08, 2012 at 11:52 AM