It was a typical family outing last week – my mom, gram, and I.  As we wandered about downtown, the conversation went something like this:

Gram:  You know the Whiffenpoofs, don’t you?

Mom:  The Whiffenpoots?!  What in the world is a whiffenpoot? 

Me and gram:  WhiffenPOOFS.

[hysterical laughter] 

Me:No, I don’t believe I’m familiar with the Whiffenpoofs. 

Gram went on to say that the grandson of her neighbor is a member – and they would be performing at “the home” before their concert at the Egyptian Theatre.  She invited me to join her at the concert.  I did.  They opened with a Czech drinking song (and really, how can you go wrong with a drinking song?!).  They continued with a little song, a little wit.  And their voices – ohmy!  Though I still can’t say Whiffenpoof without giggling like a schoolgirl. 

I haven’t a clue what you just said, you say.  Well then, do let me explain.  The Whiffenpoofs are, apparently, poor little lambs who have lost their way … it’s quite sad really.  Oh wait.  That’s the song.  The group was founded in 1909, with a senior quartet that sang each week at Mory’s Temple Bar (Yale, in case you have yet to tread it’s hallowed grounds).  Today, fourteen hand-picked seniors make up the Whiffenpoofs. 

If you get the chance to take in the Sun Valley Jazz Festival, do jump.  The Whiffenpoofs will be there – so it’s bound to be some good times.  For the rest of you, I present the Whiffenpoofs of old (or at least, older)…