Antanaclasis (an’-ta-na-cla’-sis): The repetition of a word or phrase whose meaning changes in the second instance.
I had balls and I had balls. I had a collection of spherical sports equipment and I invested in toilet seats. I had balls! You had to be a wild risk-taker to put everything into the toilet seat market—a market dominated by late 19th century mahogany seats—the first two piecer invented by Lola Stockmire. She was tired of sitting on man dribbles—no matter how fresh. Men knew a woman would wipe down the seat before they returned, if they returned, so they neglected to do so. Lola ripped a seat off a privy, and had special hinges made and created the first toilet seat “sandwich,” screwed it to the privy and invented something not unlike the porta-potty seat, only made from teak. An original “Stockmire” recently sold at auction for $1,000,000 making it the most valuable toilet seat in the world. Then there’s the “Poe,” a hollowed out toilet seat that Poe filled with bourbon—with its attached straw, he could keep drinking while he “went.” The famous bondage aficionado, “Whippy” Pesterson had a “spanking seat.” It was equipped with a foot pedal that you could push down on to make the toilet seat spank you as you prepared to sit on it. The “spanky seat” was banned in England because too many nobles were using it as a diversion it its own right, pretending to “go” when they actually sought a spanking. This took them away from their real duties such as making paper dolls and kicking their tenant farmers. Last, there was the heated toilet seat. It was a chair-like toilet seat. It was designed so a chubby “seat heater” could spend the day or night sitting on it, keeping it warm for their betters. There is a sad story of a chubby boy who was assigned to heat a toilet seat on an out of the way toilet. Nobody came to his toilet for two weeks. He was found dead, still in a sitting position. He was declared a hero by his peers and his seat is enshrined in the V&A Museum with highchairs, car seats, and folding chairs. But enough of this! What about my ball collection?
My pride and joy is the 100-pound canon ball. In its day it was a terror. It could blow a hole in a person almost one foot in diameter. It came with a brochure touting the canon and showing a drawing of a man with a perfectly round hole in his gut, with another man looking through it, smiling. Then, there’s the 10 lb kettle ball. Originally designed as a weapon by warring states who could not afford canons—they were hurled at the enemy. They proved ineffective in combat. Soldiers could only carry two at a time strapped to their belt. More often than not, the balls would pull down their pants and they would trip and fall down before reaching the battlefield. They started carrying them. It did little good. They would drop them! Idiots! One more—the Rubber Baby Buggy Bumper. It was simply 2 pinky balls mounted on the front of a baby carriage. It was fun to say, and provided parents with an opening to talk about their children. I have the third one made. They were manufactured at the turn of the 19th century in Canton, Ohio. The buggy was owned by the Henry Ford family and was the inspiration for the rubber strip around his loading docks, where delivery trucks backed in. Last, I have the oldest juggling balls known to mankind. They were found in a cave in France. They are millions of years old. There were cave paintings of a man juggling dead saber-toothed tigers. Then, a painting of a man juggling three rolled-up 50-pound armadillos. Finally, there is picture of a man juggling dried testicles—probably raccoon. The paintings represent the evolution of juggling, and I managed to get my hands on the prehistoric balls!
Well, that’s it for my balls. These are just a highlight. You can come to the “My Balls” museum in Planefield, NJ. There, you can view all my balls and even buy a hat or a t-shirt. My balls are worth millions—you won’t be disappointed.
Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu)
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