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Speak Chuckaboo, Slang of the Victorian and Steam Eras, by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene arrived at my doorstep a few days ago. I knew that my sister, Sarah, would be very interested in this book and waited impatiently for our meeting on the Saturday following the delivery of Teagan’s book.
Sarah and I have designated Saturdays as our “Book Day” – a special time when we talk about the books that we are currently reading.
Please join Sarah and me as we explore Speak Chuckaboo and and the words of Victorian and Steam Eras.
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The Blurb on the back of the Book
Back in the days of steam engines and mannerly people, a chuckaboo was one’s dear friend. This volume contains slang from the Victorian Era, as well as the Steam Era, which began before the reign of Queen Victoria, and continued into the early 1900s. It combines language from the Victorian, Edwardian, and Steam Eras because there was a great deal of overlap.
This slang dictionary also contains a sprinkling of vocabulary words of those eras, which have fallen out of use, along with some history and trivia.
While every effort was made to be as historically accurate as possible, this compilation is not meant to be a scholarly work. It is intended for fictional use and entertainment purposes.
Have fun speaking chuckaboo. You’re positively rum ti tum with the chill off! Simply hunky dory.
Thank you for Joining Sarah & me to discuss Speak Chuckaboo by Teagan Geneviene
My sister, Sarah, joined me for poetry recitation in the afternoon in a summer garden. She chose a poem by Otto Leland Bohanan “Go Give the World”.
According to LibriVox, “Otto Leland Bohanan was an African-American poet, composer, and singer. Born in Washington, DC, he graduated from Howard University and taught English at the Catholic University. At the time of his death he was a music teacher for DeWitt Clinton High School in New York City and was on the brink of achieving his life’s ambition of entering the concert field.”
Go Give the World
by Otto Leland Bohanan (1895 – 1932)
I do not crave to have thee mine alone, dear Keeping thy charms within my jealous sight; Go, give the world the blessing of thy beauty, That other hearts may share of my delight!b
I do not ask, thy love should be mine only While others falter through the dreary night; Go, kiss the tears from some wayfarer’s vision, That other eyes may know the joy of light!
Where days are sad and skies are hung with darkness, Go, send a smile that sunshine may be rife; Go, give a song, a word of kindly greeting, To ease the sorrow of some lonely life!
Humanity has long searched for the secret of happiness.
We want to feel the warmth of happiness surround us and have sought after this desired state of being. In her poem, “Seeking for Happiness”, Ella Wheeler Wilcox gives her thoughts on how we can seek happiness.
Please join me virtually on Burnaby Mountain, Simon Fraser University campus to recite, “Seeking for Happiness” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Seeking For Happiness
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly; The road leads not down avenues of haste; But often gently winds through by ways lowly, Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste Seeking for happiness we must take heed Of simple joys that are not found in speed.
Eager for noon-time's large effulgent splendour, Too oft we miss the beauty of the dawn, Which tiptoes by us, evanescent, tender, Its pure delights unrecognised till gone. Seeking for happiness we needs must care For all the little things that make life fair.
Dreaming of future pleasures and achievements We must not let to-day starve at our door; Nor wait till after losses and bereavements Before we count the riches in our store. Seeking for happiness we must prize this - Not what will be, or was, but that which IS.
In simple pathways hand in hand with duty (With faith and love, too, ever at her side), May happiness be met in all her beauty The while we search for her both far and wide. Seeking for happiness we find the way Doing the things we ought to do each day.