﻿Lots of people imagine oomph is a form of hairlip—great, big, beefy lips that open up like a clamshell-bucket. 
If so, then a hyppopotamus has it—and as I remember it: my uncle owned a cow that had oomph and was the best “milker” in Otter Tail County. On the other hand you can claim to have glamor if you own a set of buckteeth, genuine or immitation. BC (Before Crisco): Control yourself boys, the kings in the “olden time” used to grease themselves to hold down the stink and posed as “Lord’s Annointed”—beargrease, goosegrease or snakeoil. 
But we are not discussing metaphysics now! The problem before the house is (in view of the NFBP—national free board program) It seems sacrilegious to buy laxatives to expel borrowed dung and a better way might be had by paying the money into one of the 17.000 labor organizations and practicing up on unionism needless to say there is very little oomph in 5 lbs of spuds 5lbs of rice and a lb of sowbelly a week; even with buckteeth your glamor is shot to the middle of dandelion time (for the blood) and spring-freshets when the suckers and catfish run. 
For ten-thousand years we’ve been waiting for George to do it for us—but George never came. What little is done was done by us and if we look real hard we’ll find George hiding out in the WPA pretending to be a communist or Alexander The Great. George is a myth even so as