The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Ah yes, the Lowthers. Careful what you wish for...

Mickey Rooney, call your agent.

They make you sell your own sponsors? Even I didn't have to do that.

Hey look, the most money you'll ever see as a writer.

Um.

You need a piano, because none of you bozos can carry a melody.

"Love me, love my monkey..."

"No, that's a mistake. I meant to put three."

Well, at least it'll be a distraction..,

Life keeps a balance sheet...

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

He'll still strike out 300, and that after four years in the Navy.

 

[Fading Fast]

"Wait'll ye've haaad thaaarty years oov it," smirks Ma



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Stir the pot, Brickie!

You can understand her being a bit peeved. Plus, I still say she's the keeper.

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Ah yes, the Lowthers. Careful what you wish for...

All these people who live for the public drama tend to make mediocre spouses at best.

Separately, I think the wife/mother above got away with murder and probably should have.

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Mickey Rooney, call your agent.

Since I've never stumbled across a postwar 1940s "Terry and the Pirates" movie, I checked on IMDb and Fairbanks Jr. released it as a TV show in 1952 with – and this is for @Harp – Sandra Spence playing Burma:

 

[Harp]

I concur with Judge Mullen's release of Betty O'Leary on passion grounds and two children
to raise against manslaughter plead stemming her husband's infidelity.

Sandra Spence looks the part for Burms. I had initially mistook her for Doris Day...whom easily
could have filled the casting bill. Irish McCalla also comes to mind.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("She stawrts school t'marra," sighs Sally, "an' I dunno if I c'n get t'ru it wit'out goin' nuts." "Oh?" ohs Dr. Levine, from beneath a raised eyebrow. "T'at'sa figyeh a' speech," clarifies Sally. "Ah," nods the psychiatrist. "But you know what I mean," continues Sally. "She's been outa control. She won't do what I tell 'eh, she won't weah t' cloe's I tell'eh t' weah, an' when I tell'eh t' do it or else, y'know what she cawl't me? A fascis'! ME! A FASCIS'! Whez she even pickin'at up?" "Hm," acknowledges the doctor. "An' she don' mind Joe neit'eh. She says she will, 'nen as soon as 'e leaves t'go out t' t89 stand, she's right back wheh she was. It's been like t'is eveh since Joe got back fr'm t' wawr." "Have you considered," offers Dr. Levine, "what the past couple of years must've been like for her?" "Whatcha mean?" frowns Sally. "She's a kid. Kids don' pay no 'tention..." "I wouldn't say that," argues Dr. Levine. "She was how old when Joe got drafted?" "'Bout two'na half, I guess," shrugs Sally. "And she was very close to her father, correct?" continues the doctor. "Well, yeh," nods Sally, "but..." "And then one day he was gone, and she didn't know why. Isn't that so?" "But she ain' like ot'eh kids," reminds Sally. "She was awready stawrt'n t' read by t' time Joe left. Who knows what she was t'inkin'." "All the more reason," declares the doctor, "to consider the question. Her father went away, he was gone for almost a year, and then one day he came back, but he wasn't the same. Isn't that so?" "Yeh," acknowledges Sally. "And now he's busy all the time with this new business," continues the doctor, "and on top of that, now *you're* telling her that she has to start this whole new routine." "It ain't t'at much diff'rent," rebuts Sally. "She's been goin' t' t' clinic awrmos' two yeehs now. Ev'ry day, ridin' oveh t' City wit' Misteh Ginsboig, an' back again at night. Y'd t'ink she'd be excited not t'be doin'at no moeh. I mean, t' school's jus' two blocks up fr'm home. No moeh'ra t'em lawng subway rides..." "Ah," ahs Dr. Levine. "You've mentioned this Mr. Ginsburg before." "Yeh," acknowledges Sally. "Y'know whats'a funny t'ing, he's t' on'y poisson I neveh hoid'eh tawk back to." "Don't you find that interesting?" questions Dr. Levine. "Well," ponders Sally, "he's kinda like a gran'faw'teh to 'eh, I guess. I mean, not like Uncle Frank, but somebody t'at...." "Somebody that, perhaps, listens to what she has to say?" suggests Dr. Levine. "After all, that's a long subway ride. Plenty of time for conversation..." "Huh...." considers Sally....)

("We can bot' woik afteh school," argues Sammy. "F'ra coupla houehs, anyway, catch t' goin'-home crowd." "I can," nods Shirley. "I do my homework in study hall. But you..." "I c'n do mine in study hawll too," argues Sammy. "Well, some 'v it." "That's the thing," reasons Shirley. "And I can't help you because you have fourth period study hall and I have fifth. You can't afford to fall behind, especially not this year. And you need to work for Mr. Ginsburg besides. Rosa and I can handle things when you've got too much to do." "But what about when she's doin' t' show?" protests Sammy. "Miss Kaplan will be here," frowns Shirley. "And I can keep her under control." "What aboutcha ma?" points out Sammy. "She ain' gonna be OK wit'choo woikin' ev'ry night." "What my mother doesn't know," exhales Shirley, "will do her no harm....")

(Soooo we gain -- half a game?? WHATTA WE GOTTA DO???)

(Hmph, what kind of cowboy doesn't want to face WILD HOSSES?)

(Sure BLAME THE PROOFREADER.)

(It's a pity Mary Worth never got a radio show.)

("Goajira Women Paint Their Faces With Chocolate." You got a problem with that?)


(You wanted to be in show business...)

(I imagine this is why Rep. Arends is a bachelor.)

(You don't have to go along with this, you know.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Did Justice Triumph?"

Seen 'em all!

Whoever he is, he's got pleasant breath.

At least she didn't call him "Pantywaist."

Yes, it's Chester! You have a son, remember? JUST IN TIME TO SEND HIM OFF TO A CAVE IN SOUTH AMERICA!

"I'm a kid and you're a goat, you stink and I don't." -- my grandmother.

All that, and she's the one who gets arrested?? And "he's in love with a monkey?" Well, I'm glad *I* didn't have to be the one to say it.

No one will ever miss her.

Go for it, kids.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Fighting Big Tomato...

 

[Fading Fast]

"We can bot' woik afteh school," argues Sammy. "F'ra coupla houehs, anyway, catch t' goin'-home crowd." "I can," nods Shirley. "I do my homework in study hall. But you..." "I c'n do mine in study hawll too," argues Sammy. "Well, some 'v it." "That's the thing," reasons Shirley. "And I can't help you because you have fourth period study hall and I have fifth. You can't afford to fall behind, especially not this year. And you need to work for Mr. Ginsburg besides. Rosa and I can handle things when you've got too much to do." "But what about when she's doin' t' show?" protests Sammy. "Miss Kaplan will be here," frowns Shirley. "And I can keep her under control." "What aboutcha ma?" points out Sammy. "She ain' gonna be OK wit'choo woikin' ev'ry night." "What my mother doesn't know," exhales Shirley, "will do her no harm...."

Can't see anything going wrong with any part of this solid plan. I love these two, but good God.

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I imagine this is why Rep. Arends is a bachelor.

Yes, I think "most eligible" is doing a lot of heavy lifting while missing the obvious.

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No one will ever miss her.

Least of all her father: "Lost in the flood you say. Just asking, anybody find the body? Hmm, well, the state will legally declare her dead, we'll all mourn, and then do our best to soldier on." "Sir, why are you pumping your fist?" "Oh, hi, I thought I was alone."

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Go for it, kids.

I forget, does she know about his legs? If she does, then yes, if not, then he should tell her now and let her decide without pressure.

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Fighting Big Tomato...

I'm guessing there is a second side to this story, but every paper – on both sides – has its, umm, bias perspective.

 

[Harp]

The Rondi girls convent abandonment story really hit hard.

Terry will leave Chuckie and Kate the shrew to reason their differences.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Hold still," cajoles Sally, gazing into the viewfinder of her No. 2 Brownie. "I dowanna," fidgets Leonora, standing on the stoop of 1762 63rd Street. "T' sun hoits my eyes!" "It's cloudy," snaps Sally. "Now stopya fussin'. Someday ya gonna wanna pitcheh'ra ya fois' day 'a school. Joe, did'joo put t' film innis camera?" "I did," affirms Joe. "You jus' ain' got it wound awla way -- it's sposta have t'at numbeh one inna windeh t'eh..." "You do it," sighs Sally. "Maybe she'll stan' still f' you. Leonoreh, leave t'at ribbon in ya haieh. I'm awready gonna be an houeh late f' woik." As if on cue, the door opens, and Alice steps out, lunch box in hand, and Willie, his hair plastered down with an ample handful of tonic, at her side. "Hey Sal!" Alice calls. "Get one'a t' two'vm t'get'eh!" "I dowanna," protests Leonora, glaring at her cousin. "T'at slickum on 'is head smells funny!" "Awright," calls out Joe. "Say 'Big Joe's Special wit' cheese!'" As he snaps the photo, the door opens again, and Mr. Ginsburg emerges, puffing a blue cloud of Half and Half. "Good morning," he greets. "Perhaps, these scholars, these young scholars might join in a walk? Up 18th Avenue I am going, on business, important business of course, and the school is on mine path." Leonora unfurls her first smile of the morning, as Mr. Ginsburg takes her hand and tips Sally a conspiratorial wink...)

("Don't hold dinner for me," instructs Shirley, as she crunchs a last bite of toast and heads for the door. "I'm eating with Sammy tonight." "Hmph," hmphs Mrs. Blick. "You've been seeing that boy all summer, you'll see him all day at school, and after school besides." "We're working on plans to elope," eyerolls Shirley, as she grabs her school bag. "We'll be sure to send you a postcard." "Sheldon..." glares Mrs. Blick, as her husband snickers behind his newspaper....)

("No Congressional investigations yet, but give us time...")

(Seven times. He's stolen home seven times, and there's still three weeks to go. If he doesn't slide all the way into the backstop...)

("How'd you like a barbell thru your head?")

(The fact that every room of my house has at least three clocks in it is a direct legacy of my time in radio.)

(Don't eat too much, bronco-busting should never be done on a full stomach.)

(Is it? I'll have to trust you on that.)

(It's good to have friends who will miss you when you're gone.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"The mediocre story of Billy the Kid." See, there's a plot to it.

Lana Turner? Surprised she'd go within ten feet of any clarinet player.

"I never should have married a carnival stunt driver!"

No wonder he needs to gargle, those cigars will kill you.

How do you say "schadenfreude" in Cantonese?

"Cello again!"

*snif*

Life is full of sacrifices.

Better get to it, Min will want her hat back.

Not just a monkey, a bipolar monkey...

 

[Fading Fast]

"We're working on plans to elope," eyerolls Shirley, as she grabs her school bag. "We'll be sure to send you a postcard."

She's awesome. I love her and I love that her dad gets her.

Separately, how come Joe isn't having meat supply issues again?

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Seven times. He's stolen home seven times, and there's still three weeks to go. If he doesn't slide all the way into the backstop...

And that is an incredible picture. It's Daily News worthy. (The Eagle editor kicks his wastepaper basket across the office floor when he hears that quip.) Also, what a great play. Every time it is successful, I still think, "That play can never work."

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"The mediocre story of Billy the Kid." See, there's a plot to it.

"Tussle with Russell" is good ad copy. Blumenstock would be jealous if he wasn't rightfully in jail for possible manslaughter.

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How do you say "schadenfreude" in Cantonese?

She going to need to learn a lot of words, or probably none cause she's done giving orders. I can't stand her and her arrogance is overwhelming, but even she doesn't deserve what is coming her way – which Caniff can't directly show us, but we'll know. Kudos to him; he finally made this boring storyline interesting.

 

[LizzieMaine]

The freezer on the roof at 503 Rogers Avenue can't hold out much longer. And Shaugnessy the Butcher is checking his supply of soy powder....

 

[Harp]

The Bardston Victory running aground off Point Bonita in the Golden Gate recalled my dad
telling me about his passage back from Japan and memorable sail beneath its bridge.

Don't understand what the critics are in such a huff about regarding Jane Russell, a real
needle in the haystack. And out of it too.

Ms Maud Spear Douglas Springman enters civil law marriage with her former hubby,
plans British residence after Reno divorce, and believes her Yankee portfolic hold is quite
beyond John Bull's grasp. She'll learn.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Meanwhile, an interesting item found on another group == Frank King's original art for the 7/7/1936 "Gasoline Alley," in which an eventful first meeting occurs...

Little did they know...

 

[Fading Fast]

Meanwhile, an interesting item found on another group == Frank King's original art for the 7/7/1936 "Gasoline Alley," in which an eventful first meeting occurs... View attachment 809072
Little did they know...

His illustrating skills are so impressive. Nina looks more mature here than silly Skeezix.

 

[LizzieMaine]

They're both fifteen here. The wonderful thing about his work is the subtle way he handles the aging of the characters -- if you look back five years or so, the Skeez of 1941 is more mature than we see him here, but much less so than the Skeez we know in 1946. And yet when you're watching it unfold as we do here, day by day, you never notice it happening even while it is...

 

[LizzieMaine]

("T'anks f' runnin'is meat out'eeh," sighs Joe. "I s'pose t'at'sa lasta what was inna freezeh?" "Oi left joost enough," nods Uncle Frank, "so Nora'd have soom t' sell t'day. Aftarr that, it's back t' oice cream, cigarettes, magazines, an' th' back room." "I hate t' use frozen meat," shrugs Joe. "But t' wholesale guy ain't shippin' an' frozen meat is bettehr'n nut'n. T'ese racetrack charactehs we get out'eeh don' know t' diffrence anyways." "I could taaalk t' Shaughnessy.." offers Uncle Frank. "T'ey ain't very pt'iculeh," exhales Joe, "but t'ey'd rat'eh bet awna hawrses t'en eat'm." "Oh," ohs Uncle Frank. "Oi meant t' ask -- I stopped in t' tallk t' Moozelewski yestarrday, an'ee tells me Miss Kaplan's been waaarkin' far ye a coopla days a week." "Ummm...." rumbles Joe. "He says," Uncle Frank continues, "ye can have'arr as many days as ye waaant...)

("I ast'eh what 'eh fois' day was like," frowns Sally. "An' she jus' sat'eh an' poked at 'eh beans. Clammed right up. Didn' even c'mplain 1-A is f' babies." "Oh," ohs Alice. "She din' tell ya?" "Tell me what??" snaps Sally. "She tawked t' you???" "No, no," clarifies Alice. "But Willie tol' us las' night. It wasn' good." "Tell me," demands Sally. "Well," sighs Alice. "T' way Willie seen it, it was out t' recess, see? T'eh wazzis groupa goils stan'in'eh, Willie said 'ey awl looked like 1-A, an' he didn' heeh'rit but I guess Leonoreh said sump'n t' one'v'm." "Oh," inhales Sally. "An'nen 'nis ot'eh goil says sump'n back, an'nen she shoves 'eh. An'nen ano'teh one'v'm pushes 'eh back down when she's try'na get up, an' pulls t' ribbon out'veh haieh. An' awlawhile t'eh yellin' an' laughin' at'eh, cawlin'eh baby t'is an' baby t'at. Well, Willie's runnin' oveh t' do sump'n about it, but befoeh'ee can get't'eh, Lottie Schreibstein comes runnin' in' an' jumps t'is one goil'at's pullin'eh haieh, t'row's eh right oveh awna gravel. An'nen she chases awff awla rest'v'm. "Lottie??" gapes Sally. "Lottie done'at?" "Yeh," nods Alice. "An'en Willie says SHE stawrts yellin' at Leonoreh an' Leonoreh stawrts yellin' back, an'nen she stawrts cryin'..." "Leonoreh??," gasps Sally. "Cryin'???" "Yeh," affirms Alice...)

("And let me tell you, ward-heeling is no job for the lazy...")

(Two games out, infinity...)

(One thing you need in rassling is a good storyline...)

(Well, it does depend on the horse.)

(What's really questionable is HOW SHE CAN STAND LIKE THAT.)

(Pumpkin? Nice for dessert, but finish the eggs first.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

This is why you screen your babysitters.

"AVAST ya swabs!"

At least he doesn't chew tobacco.

And it probably isn't even real cinnamon.

"Nah, he always looks like that. His suit is too tight."

"Five bucks? In these days of rampant postwar inflation?"

Um, think before you speak, Sarge...

Ain't we got fun?

"Little Noise From Winnetka."

Every good bathroom has its own library.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick...