Bill Butler
Bloomington has a wonderful and rich history. As others have noted, it is a great privilege to have been raised and schooled there. During a recent browse through a used-book store, I happened upon a little gem with the title: Defunct Secret Societies of Bloomington, IL: A Concise Rule Book and Primer for Mitzis. Wow! I couldn’t resist buying it. I’ll share some of its content. Chapter One is on “Smoking, Drinking, Cussing, and Other Somewhat Semi-Serious (But Fun) Infractions Against Humanity”. This really got my attention! I’ll quote some of the content from this explosive expose’.
“Mitzis are very fine, gracious, urbane, delightful, upstanding, responsible citizens; they are not a domestic terrorist group or gang. Members who follow our special rules will grow up to be respected models, pillars, and leaders of the community and beyond.” Continuing…
“Our rulebook clearly denotes that Mitzis are allowed to drag race only on weekends. Drag racing on weekdays is inappropriate and must be done in Peoria or Decatur. Any weapons, such as knives cleverly concealed as hat pins or in boot sheaths, are to be avoided but may be necessary depending on the company being kept late at night. Smoking is prohibited, unless someone offers up a Run Crook cigar and you are in the basement of a church (avoiding the sermon you are supposed to be listening to) or in the high school parking lot in a car with tinted windows. Drinking is strictly limited to what you can find in your parents liquor cabinet, and not to exceed a fifth per week (vodka excluded), unless of course there is an intervening holiday, or you share it with your buds, or you have a final exam the next day. Dancing is a provisional activity, i.e., ballroom types are OK, but Mitzis must first have studied Arthur Murray to avoid embarrassment -- no rumba, bolero, swing, foxtrot, cha cha, jitterbug, tango, or twist, especially in shorts and barefoot. Anyone caught doing any of these outrageous things will immediately be placed on pro. Punishment includes ostracism up to and including permanent revocation of your exclusive autographed photos of Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Joe Dowell.” Continuing…
“On tattooing: Mitzis are not allowed to have any of their flaming- skull tattoos visible above the neck. We recommend turtle-neck sweaters to prevent any possibility of exposure. Make sure you own plenty of these garments. Spitting is frowned upon unless you are outside and you let people around you know what you are about to do. Please take wind direction and splatter factors into account. Motorcycle riding and cruising on fat-tire hogs requires head-to-toe urban camo so that nobody can recognize you as a Mitzi. We acknowledge that operating a 1100cc-chopper is awkward sidesaddle, but you’ll get used to it. Good luck.” Continuing…
“When new members are hiding from the senior members, breaking and entering of buildings is a definite no-no….. especially at 2AM. Hard-working, law-abiding citizens get really miffed when trying to sleep but are awakened by groups of weird crazy people running around trying to hide. It is better to charter a bus and just leave town for a few hours. Put on your ballistic vests and go shopping in Chicago for awhile. Remember that our bail bond money is limited and being depleted; hence, diligently avoid being arrested. And most importantly, we vehemently encourage rogue members not to engage in drive-by shootings at pumpkins, watermelons, or street lights; but reluctantly, should it happen, headlights should be off to facilitate getaways, and silencers/suppressors on to minimize obnoxious noises.” Continuing…
“Cussing is a discretional gray area for Mitzis. We realize that this is an impossible trait to completely control, especially when you are outraged at being told you cannot attend a 3-day slumber party, or when trying to flush your boyfriend, so we offer some “less offensive” substitutes. Make sure you keep this list handy to cover all occasions. If you inadvertently use a strong vulgar cuss word, you are required to wash the chapter president’s cars, then do 5-hrs. of community service rehabilitating the patrons at the local pool halls, and then clean the kennels at the dog shelter. [actually, the rehab stuff may not be so bad because the patrons will buy you free beers!]. WARNING: if you are caught cussing, or wearing a pink Mitzi armband or garter with an embroidered “M”, just deny-deny-deny, ….and if that doesn’t work, claim that you are a Tridette and profusely apologize because we need to keep this important socializing business going.” Continuing…
“Our suggested cuss words are as follows (group A is the “holy xxxx” variety, and group B is our preferred “mild exclamations”). In order to make these cuss words more effective, a Mitzis can put both hands on her waist and stomp her feet with rigor. Low-level highly-refined mild cussing is a real art and all Mitzis are encouraged to master it and develop their own unique genre of swearing – but just keep it civil, OK? Four-letter words are prohibited. Five-letter words are OK, but 6-letter ones are best. This list shows some examples:
GROUP A: holy Toledo!, holy cow!, holy catfish!, holy mackerel, holy moley!, holy Moses, holy guacamole!, holy whackamoley, holy sheet!, holy krappola!, holy wholely!, holy crabs!, holy flammin’ biogenic methane!, et cetera.
GROUP B: gosh darn it!, what in tarnation?!, heck!, shucks!, golly darn it!, #@^%*+!, oh fiddlesticks!, jiminy crickets!, awe shoot!, dang it anyhow!, golly whizz!, swell!, golly bumps!, oh phooey!, gadzooks!, dagnabbit!, criminettely!, blast it!, for cripe’s sakes!, drat it!, rats!, %@$#!(+!, oops!, that’s a bunch of BS!, aw go stuff it!, eff word!, you little snot!, you did WHAT?!, that’s baloney!, oh crumb!, by gosh!, jeepers creepers!, what the devil?!!!, Heavens Almighty!, now ain’t that just peachy keen!, what a crock!, that’s pure unadulterated B.S.!, *!$@*$_+##6^~<!, well well well – kiss my caboose!, great Scott!, well son-of-a-gun!, oh poo!, gee willickers!, well I’ll be!!, well cut my legs off and call me Shorty!, man oh man, now ain’t that the sh-ts!, hey dandy dude whutz all dis bloviatin’ bodacious jive ‘bout?!, can you maniacal reptilian idiot imbeciles just go away?!, really, really, come on now, REALLY?!!, you’ll be sorry, butthead!!, dummkopf jerk!, whatta bummer!, et cetera.”
Well, that’s a synopsis of chapter one revealing the Mitzi code of conduct, and the proverbial tip of the Mitzi iceberg. I took this book to the Antique Road Show to have it appraised. They said being so old it is of historical significance and quite rare…. worth $8-10 due to its extremely worn condition. Some chapters on tips for passing school exams were ripped out. ARS asked what I paid for it…. but I wouldn’t tell them for fear of being ridiculed. I asked them where the peculiar name Mitzi originated and they laughed uncontrollably. So, I’m still in the dark. Drats!
Alright, FYI that’s what secretly went on in the ‘50s in Bloomington! Good grief! Goodness gracious!! Good Heavens!!! Amazing!!!! (Just thought you’d like to get the straight skinny and authoritative insight on this intriguing and enigmatic issue. Who knows, a real Mitzi might be living near you!)
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