The vilp plays to win—plays for the stakes or the prize. Women vilps have even been known to cheat at cards to gain a half-pound box of candy tied with yellow ribbon.
The vilp takes advantage of all his opponent’s slips, calls all fouls, but does not notice his own. He crows over his victim when he wins, and sulks when he loses. He bullies his opponent, and whines when he comes out last. (See Igmoil.)
There is no sex to the vilp; the women at the bridge and the men at the poker table are alike vilpous. (See Gorm.)
There is no sport like Love, and he
Or she who plays the game
Must play to win; and so, maybe,
The vilp is not to blame.
“All’s fair in love and war,” they say,
So women cheat and fight,
And men compete the vilpous way.
But does that make it right?
Voip, n. Food that gives no gastronomic pleasure; any provender that is filling, but tasteless.
Voip, v. To eat hurriedly, without tasting.
Every morning, millions of Americans go forth sustained for work, but cheated out of the pleasures of a real repast—they have merely fed on voip.
Pop corn was the original voip, discovered by the Pilgrim Fathers. Next came crackers, ham-sandwiches-without-butter and the sawdusty provender of railroad lunch counters. (See Mooble.)
Ginger snaps are voip; so are buns and doughnuts. Lastly came the reign of glorified voip in decorated pasteboard packages—breakfast foods of all degrees from birdseed up to dried peas.