I found this picture in a 1937 cookbook which was just begging for some dialogue using slang from the 30’s.
Hey this party’s ring-a-ding-ding, don’t you think so, dollface?
It’s alright I suppose.
Suppose I say you’re a looker with a swell pair of get-away-sticks.
Suppose I say that’s the smoothest line of monkey talk I’ve heard all evening.
Suppose I say we blow this wingding and stop at a speako for a bottle of beer.
Suppose I say you’ve had one too many snoutfuls if you think I’d fall for a chisel like that.
Suppose I say let’s stop by my place, I’ll peel off this tuxedo, and we’ll roll a few lines at the bowling alley.
Suppose I say where did you learn to sweet talk, from a correspondence course?
Suppose I say I wonder if you’re giving me the kibosh?
Suppose I say I’ll let you know after I finish this glass of giggle.
Suppose I say I’m going to park a honey cooler on those lips 0f yours?
Suppose I say try it and I’ll ram this gobble-pipe up your schnozzle!
Suppose I say remind me never to get dizzy with a dame who is holding a saxophone.
Suppose I say that’s the smartest thing you’ve said all night. Hey, I had you pegged all wrong, maybe you’re not a flopperoo after all.
Hey listen, muffin, let’s get another glass of rot gut, put on a keen platter and jolly up!
Murder! Now you’re talkin’ mister!
Linda Vernon Humor 
Glad I wasnt alive in 1937.
I know, the only thing people could afford to do is make up stupid words!
“You shred, it wheat!”
You and me both!
It sure sounds like an easier process today to plan the evening….haha Nice content, Linda.
Ha ha. So true. Thanks Thomas.
Need to go figure out exactly what gobble-pipe means so I can use it in my daily conversations!
Well done, Linda – it’s the cat’s meow!
Ha ha! Thank you El Guapo. It means saxophone, but I’d still try to work it into conversations even if it doesn’t fit, a word like that must be revived.
This makes me want to watch an old movie immediately. My favorite (not 1930s, but still my favorite) is Bringing Up Baby, with Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant.
I’ve only seen parts of that movie. I’ll have to check it out. Goodie.
The 1930’s, what a sassy era!
Sassy perfectly describes it alright. Everybody was a real smarty pants!
I imagine someone saying these things while chewing down on a cigar and swirling bourbon in their opposite hand. Love this post, Linda!
Ha! Yeah that’s about what I had in mind when I was writing it, Erin!
Does your cookbook come with an interpreter? The Party couple could use some explaining. . . Enjoy T
Ha! No Tricia but it should!
That’s the bee-knees of pollywoppus. Love it!
🙂 Peace
Ha! And 23 skidoo! (That might actually be from the 20’s but who’s keeping track, right?)
At least he isn’t husband #37. That would be exhausting.
Wow.. I left a comment on the wrong post…
I don’t drink too much, just enough, I swear.
Ha ha! Well it’s funnier over here anyway!
suppose I say, I enjoyed your right, I mean
write.
” remind me never to get dizzy with a dame who is holding a saxophone.”
chuckles in every line…
Thanks Zendictive. Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂