STRAIGHT FROM THE HIP
Hobos'
hot meals; patients' pot cards; kids' tough cars.
Heymatt:
While eating at
Denny’s nearly 20 years ago, I met a nice, “young” woman who grew up
during the Great Depression and claimed to have been one of the first
females to graduate from UCLA. Her most memorable story was of people
painting white shoes (or the outlines of white shoes) on the sidewalk
outside their homes to signify where anyone down on his luck could ask
for a free meal. If this is true, I plan on doing it to see what happens
— maybe with a picture of a sandwich & a soda.
— Dirty Doug, via email
We’ve combed through the
archives, looking through newspapers as far back as the 19th Century,
and we can neither confirm nor deny this story. I’ve sent the elves
deeper into the musty stacks than they have gone in a long time, and all
to no avail. I can’t find so much as a single mention of this
particular sigil. Zip. Nada. I did unearth a piecemeal cryptographic
history of secret signs and symbols from all over the world and it might
hold some clues. I think it’s most likely that the “white shoes” are
somehow related to the system of glyphs that hobos used during the ’20s
and ’30s, when ’bos where on the rise. Hobos had signs for everything,
from basic directions (“turn left here”) to warnings (“cops jail hobos
in this town,” signified by a stylized handcuff) and tips, like a
pictogram of a kitty cat that meant “nice old lady lives here.” One of
the most important signs a hobo could look for would indicate that a
house was home to hospitable people and that an enterprising vagrant
could work for a hot meal and a place to sleep. The exact form of that
sign varied based on locale and hobo style, but the most common sign was
a circle inscribed with a cross: O with a + inside. That particular
symbol dates all the way back to the Bronze Age and pre-Christian Norse
myth, but it’s still in use today by the few hobos who still ride the
rails and look for work where they can get it. You could try putting one
of those up to demarcate your house, but don’t be surprised if ’bos
come knocking! If that doesn’t work, just dress like a cow on July 12th
next year and go to Chick-fil-A. They’ll give you free food. I’m
serious. It’s “Cow Appreciation Day!”
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