Why I want to meet John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
to thank him for lending his name to so many happy campfire singalongs as a boy scout
to thank him for lending his name to so many happy campfire singalongs as a boy scout
I met a Jacob this summer, and he’s just as dorky as the song. I just luv him! I think I’ll start calling him that.
What is the deal? Am I the ONLY person who wants to meet the infamous John Jacob Jingle-Heimer Schmidt? Or are have all of you already met him and just don’t want me to feel bad by not saying so?
Or is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt a deeper part of oneself (aka His Name Is My Name Too) that you have all discovered about yourselves? Have I not found my inner Jingle-Heimer Schmidt? And what part of his goddamn name am I supposed to be hyphenating? What is wrong with the world?
puts head in hands and sighs
I have sung songs (in the round, mind you) about this guy. Literally hundreds of times during my childhood.
WHO IS HE?