– The Beach Boys
Well, The Beach Boys were apparently on to something with the above lyric from their 1960s hit California Girls.
Southern accents, mocked in Manhattan, hooted in Hollywood and feared on city boy canoe outings, are considered delightful by most everyone else.
I know because Cupid.com announced it this week in a news release, adding that the Southern accent has been found a favorite among people seeking a matching mate.
Cupid.com reports: “Thanks to a recent survey of over 2,000 men and women by dating site Cupid.com ... the Southern accent, as spoken by the good people of The Peach State, was voted in first place.”
It wasn’t even close.
Our soft Southern sound was favored by 36.5 percent of the respondents. The sound of a Southern woman talking was favored by almost half of the respondents (45 percent), while Southern manhood took a commanding 28 percent lead.
These accents were followed by: New York (16.5 percent); Western (13 percent); New England (10.5 percent); New Jersey (7 percent); Canada (7 percent); Midwest (5.5 percent) and last, Mid-Atlantic (4 percent).
Yes, I know. Any rating that would place a New York accent second has to be suspect. But I didn’t count the votes, and Cupid.com did.
And now we know ... y’all.
FROG HOLLOW FUN: The annual Harrisburg/Frog Hollow Reunion will be Saturday at American Legion Post 63 on Milledge Road.
Tickets are $10 at the door, which opens at 6:30 p.m. The event will include dance contests, raffles and a cash bar. Sconyers Bar-B-Que and hot dog dinners will be available for purchase.
For more information, call Faye McNair at (706) 729-9826, Donna Dunn at (706) 733-7612, or Pam Meyer at (706) 832-1298.
TODAY’S JOKE: Red Hewett, of Belvedere, shares this one:
Three men were waiting in the maternity ward when the nurse comes in and says, “Congratulations, Mr. Jones, you have twins.”
“That stands to reason,” he replied. “I worked for the Double-Mint Chewing Gum Co.”
He hands the other men a cigar and leaves.
An hour later the nurse returns and says, “Congratulations, Mr. Brown. You have triplets!”
“What do you know,” he replies. “I work for the 3M Co.”
He hands the other fellow a cigar and leaves.
The last dad, however, begins to get his coat and is heading for the door when the nurse stops him.
“Why are you leaving?” she asks.
“Lady,” he said with a harried look on his face. “I’m a 7UP distributor.”