The alternative account of whoopie pie's genesis is that when Amish women served them to their husbands or children, the recipients were so delighted they shouted "Whoopie!" Before the exclamation became its name, the pastry was called a hucklebuck[…]
Or it could have been created (and christened) in Pennsylvania Dutch country, where, according to lore, children were so excited to find what was known as a "hucklebuck" in their lunch boxes that they shouted, "Whoopie!"
Noun: "(New Orleans) a treat consisting of frozen Kool-Aid served in a dixie cup"
[…] I had a patrolman pull over a hot roller 'bout two hours ago. One a'them boys in the stolen car opened up on my man, who's in Atlanta General breathing through a tube and, according to the docs, ain't never gonna wake up. […] If they find those hucklebucks, I'm gonna have a hollow-point street dance on my hands, but in my spare time, what can I do to serve my Federal government?"
Who? I'm guessing a country singer of some reknown - I have heard the name before but I have no idea what he said or sang. Anyway, I will admit that when a celebrity with conservative beliefs states his opinion the response is usually more restained,[sic] but there's still a response. And a lot of it is of the "he should stick to singing to hucklebucks / he should stick to blowing stuff up in movies" type responses.
However, the very apathy and inactivity of the student majority, bent mainly on hucklebucking through fraternity bazaars on the way to a bachelor's degree and a big-time job, will permit the militant minority to wield a disproportionate impact.
1976, Nathan Hare, "Division and Confusion: What Happened to the Black Movement?", Black World, January 1976, page 32:
For instance, we hucklebucked and bumped while Ron Karenga was in prison, almost forgotten (remember how we used to clap and stomp to his orations?), and not so much as raised a peep — because the whites and the white press did not.
I was in rare vocal form, sounding out the orders just like our Barber. My pals, McKinley, McBain, and Pettifield, hucklebucked as I called the orders, giving the smart "left flank" the special attention it deserved. All the jitterbuggers love the left-flank maneuver.
It is only a game. I join the rhythmic clapping that always follows the fight song while the last of the players extracts himself from the stands and hucklebucks his way to join the milling, weight-shifting, pocketjammed team, […]