How Goes California?

. . . from crazy mixed-up to beat. What else! With Knowland out, Pat Brown in, Trumbo hired and Labor calling the turns.

My sainted grandfather never saw California—the New World was encompassed for him by Ellis Island, where he landed, and the vast territories of Manhattan and Brooklyn, where he spent the rest of his days— but he was given to a Yiddish phrase that describes it perfectly. Confronted, as he so often was, with a topsy-turvy world, he would throw up his hands and cry, “Meshuggeh ist trumpf!”

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Morrie Ryskind

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. . . from crazy mixed-up to beat. What else! With Knowland out, Pat Brown in, Trumbo hired and Labor calling the turns.

My sainted grandfather never saw California—the New World was encompassed for him by Ellis Island, where he landed, and the vast territories of Manhattan and Brooklyn, where he spent the rest of his days— but he was given to a Yiddish phrase that describes it perfectly. Confronted, as he so often was, with a topsy-turvy world, he would throw up his hands and cry, “Meshuggeh ist trumpf!”