The Virginian-Pilot
                             THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT 
              Copyright (c) 1996, Landmark Communications, Inc.

DATE: Monday, September 30, 1996            TAG: 9609300047
SECTION: LOCAL                   PAGE: B1   EDITION: FINAL 
TYPE: Column 
SOURCE: Guy Friddell 
                                            LENGTH:   54 lines

WHEN IT COMES TO CAROLS - OR POSSUMS - ``SHONE'' IS A WORD THAT TRULY SHINES

Let all who love the language join to save from extinction the word ``shone.'' The past tense of the verb ``shine.''

In most dictionaries, even now, ``shone'' still comes first, before ``shined,'' but on radio and television and in conversations ``shined'' is displacing ``shone'' - which is setback to felicitous discourse and hurtful to the vocabulary of poets.

May I give you an example?

Which of these two sentences is more agreeable?

1. The sun shined on the possum.

2. The sun shone on the possum.

To me, shone wins.

``Shined'' has a thin, weak sound.

But ``shone,'' thanks in part to the long-drawn vowel ``o-o-o-o'' following the arresting, ``shh'' and winding up on the crooning ``n'' sound, is sonorous, full-bodied, strong. A word to brace the spirit.

To say ``shone'' is a pleasure. You see the shaft of sunlight falling on the deceitful possum, who is playing dead.

Aware of the steep decline of ``shone'' in usage, even though holding its own in dictionaries, I felt at odds in my own country, especially with gifted young colleagues who are sometimes misled by a newspaper stylebook that is more often wrong than right.

Imagine my delight when a reader, Rosamond Refo of Norfolk, voiced displeasure with the trend to ``shined.'' I shook her hand.

By St. George, we who are prone to shone are not alone!

That very day I met Professor Donna Reiss, former director of the grammar hotline at Tidewater Community College in Virginia Beach and a national consultant in teaching teachers how to enhance instruction with computers.

She remembered that ``shone'' is in the hymn about Good King Wenceslas. Sunday, I stopped at a nearby Episcopal church to seek the Good King in a hymnal. To my astonishment it did not contain titles of the hymns. They were just numbered.

Alas, the Episcopal hymns, many of them unsingable, are also unfindable. They are grouped under holy days. A check of every one in the Christmas assemblage did not turn up Wenceslas.

I sought the advice of Elizabeth Pentecost, who plays hymns on the piano for fun and on request at church. ``Shone,'' she remarked, ``is a thick word.''

Further, she recalled the opening lines:

Good King Wenceslas/ looked out on the feast of Stephen/ when the snow lay round about/ deep and crisp and even.

Brightly shone the moon that night/ tho' the frost was cruel/ when a poor man came in sight/ gath'ring winter fuel.

Do you see how the moon shone on the snow so deep and crisp and even?

Wonder how that tune goes. by CNB