Silhouette

The Great Rothschild spent his summer afternoons developing his stage routine of silhouette art. Seen above he is entertaining the luncheon crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman marveled at how accurate and life-like each silhouette appeared. The fearsome eagle was a real crowd squealer.

Crooks

A rough gang of Pine Siskins had taken control of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They demanded tribute before any could bathe in the life giving waters. Reluctantly the Face of Everyman was forced to call in a couple of Crows to bust up this bunch of crooks.

Timmy

Timmy fell in the well (again). The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa EMTs were still at breakfast and Lassie was off shooting a pilot in Hollywood. What to do? What to do? In desperation the Face of Everyman called upon his mental skills to ease young Timmy out of difficulties. Everyone rejoiced at the good news.

XXXII Olympiad

Try outs for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa track and field Olympic team began in earnest. the Face of Everyman carefully measured the efforts of each contestant. Elizabeth, seen in the middle, jumped higher than Broderick or Jimmy-John. On faith, the venerable sage booked her on a July flight to Tokyo.

Fluoroscope

Ancient Aztec writings had left clues as to how the Sun could be utilized as a fluoroscope. Seen above is a guest of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa undergoing physical examination. the Face of Everyman was careful to see a hair line crack. Rx: Hop more, fly less for two weeks.

Challenges

Nesting time always brought with it territorialism. Each songbird wanted to claim the magical pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman exhausted himself trying to resolve these differences. He tried to nap over the cacophony of hurled insults and challenges.

Synchronized Swimming

Tryouts for the synchronized swimming group began this week at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had written special production numbers for each variety of songbird. This year the Pine Siskins showed a remarkably strong interest in the competition.

Camp Foggy Bottoms

Bradley just couldn’t pull himself together. He has not been the same since his two-week ROTC camp training at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman tried to engage Bradley in talk therapy. Turns out: this husky fella just wanted his Mother.

Wrong Foot

This was going to be ugly. Pillsbury had stepped off on the wrong foot. the Face of Everyman watched spellbound. The EMTs from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were notified. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion.

Census

One of the things that got under Mycroft’s skin was the monthly Pigeon census. How come the vulnerable sage didn’t count songbirds? the Face of Everyman was part of a secret study designed to show that the loss of heroic statues in city parks should be reflected in a reduction in the number of pigeons. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had melted down their last statue some time ago and was excluded from the study. Cannons were next.