The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"How many sacks'a p'tatarrs we got left?" inquires Uncle Frank. "Y' betteh tell Pincus," sighs Danny, "t'get s'moeh..."

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

D I C K Tracy is not going to be your best man.

Well wouldn'cha know...

At least it's better than "One Meat Ball..."

It's good to have friends who wish you well.

Wait, what's THIS doing in my comic section!

Farouk has fallen on hard times in this confusing postwar world. And there's a reason Emmy never gets any paying boarders.

Where do you even get a box of Japanese beetles? Johnson-Smith?

Chiselers gonna chizz.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

 

[Fading Fast]

"SAWRGEANT SOLLY!" bellows Lottie, forgetting that Willie walks the earth. "Dammitawltahell," mutters Solly, as he drops his cigarette down his shirt...

Perfect. I bet at some level, he likes her.

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Well, it could be worse. You could have seen the sign ten minutes later.

Or gotten it on your bald noggin'.

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"How many sacks'a p'tatarrs we got left?" inquires Uncle Frank. "Y' betteh tell Pincus," sighs Danny, "t'get s'moeh..."

That entire story is not something the government should be proud of.

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D I C K Tracy is not going to be your best man.

Especially if you can't even settle on one wrong name to call him.

 

[Harp]

The Outlaw film strip just nailed it.

 

[Fading Fast]

The Outlaw film strip just nailed it.

Agreed. That is really good advertising.

 

[LizzieMaine]

"The Adventures of Howard Hughes" would make a very interesting comic strip...

 

[Farace]

"The Adventures of Howard Hughes" would make a very interesting comic strip...

Before or after he started collecting jars of his urine?

 

[LizzieMaine]

I'd love to see what Mary Worth would make of that.

 

[Harp]

I understand Hughes designed Jane Russell's Outlaw brassiere.
She was a 34D, not quite a pneumatic 36 yard field goal but nevertheless substantial.
A correct zero without an inch of Tennessee windage Kentucky elevation either neither.
She had legs for a hayloft nonchalance photo spread in the straw.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("I'm not worried," declares Dr. Sheldon Blick, between spoonsful of raisin bran. "I'm not worried in the least bit. And neither should you be." "She's out every night," insists Mrs. Bella Blick. "With that Schreibstein boy." "Sammy's fine," dismisses Dr. Blick. "A good boy. Good strong teeth." "That business he was mixed up in last winter," reminds Mrs. Blick. "Was all dismissed," retorts Dr. Blick, pouring himself a second cup of coffee. "You know the story. He had nothing to do with any of it." "And now," continues Mrs. Blick. "It's eight in the morning and already she's out at that hamburger stand! What kind of summer is that for a sixteen year old girl?" "You worked in a steam laundry when you were sixteen," chuckles the doctor. "Anyway, we should go have a look at that stand some night. I had one of those Big Joe things the other day for lunch over at Schreibstein's, and it was the best hamburger I ever ate." "Since when do you," snorts Mrs. Blick, "eat hamburgers." "Since our daughter told me to," laughs the doctor "Besides, that Joe Petrauskas is all right. And so's his wife, even if I do have to stick half a box of cotton in her mouth to get her to stop talking when I have her in the chair." The doctor chuckles, as the telephone interrupts the conversation. "Hello," greets Mrs. Blick. "Yes, this is BEachview 2-9294. Yes, I'm her mother. Who? No, I'm sorry, she doesn't know any Mr. Sobol..." She trails off as Dr. Blick hustles to the phone, wildly gesturing, and takes the receiver. "Yes, Mr. Sobol? This is Dr. Blick, Shirley's father. Yes, she mentioned you might call here. Yes. Thursday? Well, she's not here right now, and... Oh, I see. Well, look, let me write this down. Uh huh? Thursday. All right, I'll get this message to her right away. Yes sir. Thank you for calling." He hangs up the phone, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. "Bella," he resumes. "Do you know how to get to Ozone Park...?")

("I'm glad somebody aroun'eeh," sighs Joe, as he watches the vending man empty the coins out of the cigarette machine, "is makin' money." "Y'know, Coily, y'ra funny guy," smirks the man. "Hey, y'know wha'd go good heeh, is a jukebawx. Ya hot lit'l ticket onna rolleh skates could do some real steppin." Lissen, you..." growls Joe, as a taxi pulls into the lot, and an anxious-looking woman emerges. "Uh oh," mutters Shirley Blick, catching sight of her mother....)

("Thaaarty cents an hooor," sighs Ma, counting out Angie Capiello's pay...)

(Who says Medwick's an old man? Hey, I bet Camilli can still hit!)

(Page Four will have to put out an extra.)

(Shirer never forgave Ed Murrow for not sticking up for him when this happend...)

("Yes, it's mine!")

(DOES B O PLENTY HAVE A HELICOPTER? DOES HE???)

(AMERICA'S NUMBER TWO HERO DOG has to take all the risks.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Did you know the News was started in 1919 as an imitation of the popular English tabloids?

But where's the catharsis in that?

YES WE KNOW THAT CAN YOU PLEASE ALLOW US THE TINIEST BIT OF JOY?

"Now who, by the everlasting flames of Molech, are you???"

It's called "staging."

What the market will bear.

Those cranberries won't strain themselves.

Nice guys finish last.

But where's the hidden menace?

Some psychiatrists are in it for the challenge.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Puffed wheat isn't SO bad.

 

[Fading Fast]

He hangs up the phone, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. "Bella," he resumes. "Do you know how to get to Ozone Park...?"

Shirley must be very grateful for her father. A kid needs at least one parent to understand/"get" him or her.

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"Uh oh," mutters Shirley Blick, catching sight of her mother....

QED.

Separately, it's 1946 and the cigarette companies have already "lawyered-up" their advertising.

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Did you know the News was started in 1919 as an imitation of the popular English tabloids?

Good for Prof Cyril E. M. Joad; it needed to be said.

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YES WE KNOW THAT CAN YOU PLEASE ALLOW US THE TINIEST BIT OF JOY?

He's been completely relentless on that point - a total killjoy.

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Doesn't work that way, Nasty.

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Puffed wheat isn't SO bad.

Pour enough sugar on it or cornflakes or puffed rice and none of them are bad at all. And it doesn't seem like the price of sugar has gone up in this round.

 

[Harp]

Second cup of coffee, and stumbled over this morning's EM Cyrill Joad's American film
scold with Howard Hughes' fantastic aeronautical engineering achievement wither Jane Russell
thirty-four Delta brassiere structural exactitude; yet nary a word of praise for inherent mathematical precision. Haven't seen Linda Darnell's Summer Storm awhiles turgid adolescence.

Various assorted legal conundrum and justiciability doctrine applied law enforcement noted; however, I'm more enticed Hollywood and Manhattan divorce contest. Especially intestate rascals with posthumous estate and wills lying naked plunder for chorus girls, starlets, and disinherited prodigal profligate bastar.s.

Hotshot getting wise to the girl nemesis seems Caniff's pencil play sketch.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Meanwhile, readers might have wondered about the long train commute Sally and Alice have each weekday out to the Western Electric plant in Kearny. Here's an H&M Railroad promotional piece that shows a bit of the route. They take the BMT into the city from Brooklyn to Hudson Terminal, and then the H&M from Hudson Terminal to Newark, and then hop a shuttle bus out to Kearny. Every damn day...

 

[Fading Fast]

Meanwhile, readers might have wondered about the long train commute Sally and Alice have each weekday out to the Western Electric plant in Kearny. Here's an H&M Railroad promotional piece that shows a bit of the route. They take the BMT into the city from Brooklyn to Hudson Terminal, and then the H&M from Hudson Terminal to Newark, and then hop a shuttle bus out to Kearny. Every damn day...

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One of my commutes from my NJ days was an ~20 minute walk to the train station a town over (car cut it by ten minutes but that cost daily parking, so hoof it I did); followed by a train trip from New Brunswick to Newark; followed by the Hudson Tubes (by then called PATH), into Penn Station, NYC, followed by a subway across and uptown; followed by a ten minute walk to the office. It was nearly two hours if everything worked, and everything didn't always work – in fact it was quite the opposite. Not only physically, but mentally quite exhausting.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("So ya gonna close up on T'oisday?" questions Sally. "Y' made upya mind?" "It ain' like we'eh gonna do enough business t' pay t' gas bill," shrugs Joe. "An'ney said'ey need Rosa awl day f' rehoisal." "What'sa pern'a t'at?" headshakes Sally. "T'ey got t'is big v'riety show, full houeh, ev'ry T'oisday night -- takes awlat time t' put it t'get'eh -- an' who's watchin' it? Huh? I ask ya!" "Misteh Sobol seems t' t'ink it's a pretty big deal," replies Joe. "He says t'ey got t' Chase n' Sanbawrn coffee people f'ra sponseh." "Huh," huhs Sally. "Rosa gonna be awneh rollehskatin' wit' Chawrlie McCawrt'y?" "He ain' awn'is show," frowns Joe. "T'at was one t'ing we ast' about." "Too bad," hmphs Sally. "Who IS awnit? B'sides Rosa, I mean?" "I dunno," admits Joe. "T'ey got some guy name'a Mayehoff, useta be awna radio, he's, y'know, t' masteh'ra ceremonies, an'nis gal usteh be in pitchehs, Helen sump'n. An'ney ain' got no band, Sobol says'ey ain' got a contrack wit't Musician's Union." "P'trillo don' play no penny ante," nods Sally. "So awla music comes awffa reckeds," continues Joe. "An'nez awleez ot'eh acts, y'know, like vaudeville. At's wheh Rosa comes in. Sobol said'ey had some tap danceh'ra sumpn t'at was s'posta be awn'nis week, but she tripped inna subway an' broke'eh toe, so he's gonna put on Rosa instead. Sammy's gotta be t'eh cause she can't do 'eh routine wit'out 'im wavin' 'is awrms, an' Shoiley's kin'a actin' like 'eh manageh, an' I guess I otta go t' make sueh nut'n goes wrawng..." "I should come witcha," declares Sally. "In case t'ey try any funny business..." "Um..." umms Joe....)

("Oh yehh," assures Heckie Capiello. "I know a guy got a television." "Who?" frowns Rosa, shaking the remnants of the corn flakes into her cereal bowl. "I wanned t' eat t'at," protests Jerry. "You ate enough," snaps Angie. "Shut up, awlayez," commands Rosa, glaring at Heckie. "I ast ya 'who.'" "Some guy I know," demurs Heckie. "He's one'a t'em radio hamatchoors. He built it'imself out'va kit. I seen it. It woiks, kinda." "Wheh," frowns Rosa, her suspicions intact, "didee get t' kit?" "Senaway f'r it," exasperates Heckie. "What'm I, unneh arrest?" "Y'betteh NOT be," growls Rosa...)

(Coming events...)

(So what else?)

(Homesick?)

(Mononucleosis is highly contagious.)

( I spent nine of the longest years of my life working for this guy. He's dead now and I'm not, which has to count for something.)

(Frog legs or ham? Aren't they the same thing, only at a different scale?)

(Just like a vice president, always getting in the way...)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"The cotton's up and the river's down, and Mr. Ed Crump, he runs this town." Well, not THIS one.

Fitz is doing a great job, and I wish him all the success in the world with this, but we gotta talk about that logo...

"And you should see their fathers when they come out of the back room..."

"I suffered some damage in the war." "Oh yes, I see th' cane." "Ah. Yes, that too."

Would YOU trust Charlie to teach you how to fly??

Ahem. I don't want to bring up anything uncomfortable, but what about that Golden-Fleecer guy you married in 1937 and was never seen again. Do we have to dig up the basement?

"What do YOU find so amusing?" demands Mr. RIckey. "Uh, nothing sir," gulps Mr. Parrott. "Just saw something that -- um -- reminds me of somebody..."

Oh my, won't Louella be jealous.

I wonder what would happen if Pop found some real customers...

"Art WHO?" All right, that's funny.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

There are lines you don't cross, and one of them is the line of Sinatra fans outside the Paramount.

 

[Fading Fast]

Homesick?

Mr. Rickey: "Mickey?... Mickey? You there?"
Mr. Owen: "Yes, sorry, Mr. Rickey, I just dropped the receiver."

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"The cotton's up and the river's down, and Mr. Ed Crump, he runs this town." Well, not THIS one.

Things seem to be going fine in that town.

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Fitz is doing a great job, and I wish him all the success in the world with this, but we gotta talk about that logo...

"Well, we can get you a deal on these WWII surplus bomb illustrations that if we tweak a bit, will look like footballs.

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There are lines you don't cross, and one of them is the line of Sinatra fans outside the Paramount.

I violated one of my rules and read a Mike Gold article this morning and it reminded me why I made that rule in the first place.