I have a Merry Widow from Carolina Cues and was wondering how the term "Merry Widow" came to be used for pool cues. Any historians or trivia buffs?
A long, long time ago in a land not so far away lived a poolplayer and his wife. One day they heard the all too familiar sound of horses being slowed to a stop. Peeking out the window they realized it was the Fed Ex wagon. It was a joyous day as he now had his custom cue in his hands. It was a plain jane cue with exceptional woods & the most monster of hits. His hands trembled with excitement as screwed the beast together....all the while his wife hurriedly cleared the chickens off the billiard table in the back yard. It was time to test his new pride & joy! Sadly he only needed to pot one ball to know without doubt this beast was the definition of heart stopping performance. Not sure if it was the short ferrule or the illegal hole that had been bored to lighten the shafts end mass...whatever the cause...he fell dead in his tracks. His wife stricken with grief managed to snatch up his cue before a single chicken could roost. The poor woman had lost her husband for a final time to that fickle mistress called Pool. Being a widow was not as bad as it seemed though...for she had a smile on her face as she slid her now new cue into her weathered Barton case. This most monster of plain janes was all hers now...and this alone made her a "merry widow".![]()
as i'm sitting here drinking my morning gallon of coffee,I have a Merry Widow from Carolina Cues and was wondering how the term "Merry Widow" came to be used for pool cues. Any historians or trivia buffs?
A long, long time ago in a land not so far away lived a poolplayer and his wife. One day they heard the all too familiar sound of horses being slowed to a stop. Peeking out the window they realized it was the Fed Ex wagon. It was a joyous day as he now had his custom cue in his hands. It was a plain jane cue with exceptional woods & the most monster of hits. His hands trembled with excitement as screwed the beast together....all the while his wife hurriedly cleared the chickens off the billiard table in the back yard. It was time to test his new pride & joy! Sadly he only needed to pot one ball to know without doubt this beast was the definition of heart stopping performance. Not sure if it was the short ferrule or the illegal hole that had been bored to lighten the shafts end mass...whatever the cause...he fell dead in his tracks. His wife stricken with grief managed to snatch up his cue before a single chicken could roost. The poor woman had lost her husband for a final time to that fickle mistress called Pool. Being a widow was not as bad as it seemed though...for she had a smile on her face as she slid her now new cue into her weathered Barton case. This most monster of plain janes was all hers now...and this alone made her a "merry widow".![]()
Brent,as i'm sitting here drinking my morning gallon of coffee,
trying to get motivated,
i thought i would find the answer for you on google
my search found results for everything from ..............
making a cocktail,
lingerie,
a broadway play,
a hogans heroes episode
to a story about anna nicole smith
not one mention of anything to do with cues:shrug: :shrug: :shrug:
A long, long time ago in a land not so far away lived a poolplayer and his wife. One day they heard the all too familiar sound of horses being slowed to a stop. Peeking out the window they realized it was the Fed Ex wagon. It was a joyous day as he now had his custom cue in his hands. It was a plain jane cue with exceptional woods & the most monster of hits. His hands trembled with excitement as screwed the beast together....all the while his wife hurriedly cleared the chickens off the billiard table in the back yard. It was time to test his new pride & joy! Sadly he only needed to pot one ball to know without doubt this beast was the definition of heart stopping performance. Not sure if it was the short ferrule or the illegal hole that had been bored to lighten the shafts end mass...whatever the cause...he fell dead in his tracks. His wife stricken with grief managed to snatch up his cue before a single chicken could roost. The poor woman had lost her husband for a final time to that fickle mistress called Pool. Being a widow was not as bad as it seemed though...for she had a smile on her face as she slid her now new cue into her weathered Barton case. This most monster of plain janes was all hers now...and this alone made her a "merry widow".![]()
A long, long time ago in a land not so far away lived a poolplayer and his wife. One day they heard the all too familiar sound of horses being slowed to a stop. Peeking out the window they realized it was the Fed Ex wagon. It was a joyous day as he now had his custom cue in his hands. It was a plain jane cue with exceptional woods & the most monster of hits. His hands trembled with excitement as screwed the beast together....all the while his wife hurriedly cleared the chickens off the billiard table in the back yard. It was time to test his new pride & joy! Sadly he only needed to pot one ball to know without doubt this beast was the definition of heart stopping performance. Not sure if it was the short ferrule or the illegal hole that had been bored to lighten the shafts end mass...whatever the cause...he fell dead in his tracks. His wife stricken with grief managed to snatch up his cue before a single chicken could roost. The poor woman had lost her husband for a final time to that fickle mistress called Pool. Being a widow was not as bad as it seemed though...for she had a smile on her face as she slid her now new cue into her weathered Barton case. This most monster of plain janes was all hers now...and this alone made her a "merry widow".![]()