The Peabuddies
Do you think Peabody winners gather together in a secret society and call themselves The Peabuddies? I hope so! I’ll bet they meet thrice annually. I’ll bet they spend their spare time in pairs and triples cruising urban pedestrian centers correcting passersby’s bad grammar. I’ll bet they get into their secret meetings, not by a secret handshake, but with an exquisit, perfectly constructed phrase that changes fortnightly and is encoded using a cypher based on the Rosetta Stone. I’ll bet the topic of dialects versus accents comes to fisticuffs more often than not between Peabuddies.
But I’ll bet they never argue about the proximity of noses to faces. Never.
I can never read or hear the name “Peabody” without thinking of “Bringing Up Baby”.
And one can’t think of “Bringing Up Baby” without thinking of Cary Grant.
And one can’t think of Cary Grant without blurting loudly, jarringly: “Where’s Blackie?!”