Commentary from New Orleans Magazine’s Errol Laborde

In places where Carnival is not practiced Twelfth Night is just another winter evening, but in New Orleans the night is alive with subtle native rituals that are still spared the gaudiness and encroaching commercialism found as the season reaches its end on Mardi Gras. For almost a century and a half The Twelfth Night Revelers have held their society ball on that evening, quietly and privately, recognizing the season. On that same evening, a group called the Phunny Phorty Phellows has, for the last two and a half decades, taken to a streetcar. The banners tied to the side announce to the world, or at least those waiting for a trolley, that "It’s Carnival Time!" Watching for TV news coverage of the ride has become for some people the harbinger of the season.
         
As Carnival has grown and become marketed and manipulated, and in an age when positions on floats are promoted as visitor packages, much of the mystery, magic and spontaneity have been lost. But in the dawning hours of each Carnival season the spirit manifests itself.
        
For the last several years the Phellows have experienced that spirit in terms of three to four mystery maskers who appear at the spot where their ride begins. (This year the Canal Streetcar barn.) The maskers wear full facemasks and overcoats. They carry signs with tongue-in-cheek messages about the Carnival season. None of the Phellows have been able to identify the maskers.
         
Once the streetcar leaves, the maskers disappear, only to reappear at different spots along the route.
         
Usually the maskers’ final appearance is when the streetcar approaches Gallier Hall. There they stop the vehicle long enough for a quick toast and an exchange of gifts. After that they were gone – for another year. As one Phellow explains, "those maskers are one of the few things that are real and magic about Carnival. One year they won’t be there and we’re all going to feel pretty sad."
        
Prior to the Phellows, not much, other than the private soiree of Twelfth Night Revelers, happened on January 6th. The Phellows have made the day more popular and brought publicity to the opening of the Carnival season. There have since been many followers. But, give credit to the Phellows. Other events come and go, but their ride continues.
         
Carnival has suffered losses through the years, but a city with endangered traditions at least has more soul that a city with no traditions at all.
         
Among those traditions is the King Cake. Carnival’s beginning, Twelfth Night, is a fixed date, but its ending, midnight on Mardi Gras, is movable. This year Mardi Gras is February 24, which means the season will last a little more than six weeks –  a month and a half of being exposed to King Cakes. The cakes tend to show up most everywhere during the season. Once they were baked so dry and undistinguished that they were easy to ignore; now they are injected with various flavors of globby stuff that make a bust out of New Years diet resolutions but that are nevertheless tempting.
         
Few confections are as rich in rituals as they are in calories. For the Twelfth Night Revelers (known simply as "TNR" to society insiders) slices from a mock King Cake are served to the waiting debutantes. Each slice has a silver bean, except one, delivered to the girl who must feign surprise as the gold bean within is her sign that she is Queen.
         
For the Phellows, wobbling along on a streetcar, real King Cakes are used to determine the royalty for that year. One year the Queen-select was so excited that, after the ride, she called her father long-distance to announce the news. The last time the father had heard from the daughter was when she had called to complain that the pipes in her home had been broken by a recent freeze. On this evening of Twelfth Night the old man, not used to the ways of New Orleans, seemed confused by his daughter’s announcement. "Oh, so you’re clean?" he replied. "No," the daughter replied, "I didn’t say I’m clean, I said I’m Queen."
         
Pity those places where on January 6 it is more important to be clean than to be Queen. In New Orleans we know better.
 
 
Let us know what you think. Any comments about this article? Write to errol@renpubllc.com. For the subject line use TWELFTH NIGHT. All responses are subject to being published, as edited, in this newsletter. Please include your name and location.
     
     
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