The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

James LaGuardia? Nahh, couldn't be.

Hurry up and get to the crated Jeeps.

"Thus perish all who defy the will of Molech. What's for lunch?"

We all need something to look forward to in this cold and lonely world...

Out-Mary-Worthing Mary Worth.

"Incidentally, your bags are packed and sitting by the door..."

That's what you get for not checking the date on the ration packs.

He might be an awful crook, but he has fine taste in pajamas.

You and Blue Barron.

And they lived happily ever after...

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

There's a New World Coming...

 

[Fading Fast]

"Joseph," exhales Ma. "A laaaang toime agoo, Oi had t' make oop me moind t' do soom business maybe Oi didn't wanna do because Oi had two children t' feed. An' Oi had a laaang talk with meself an' Oi made me decision. An' Oi've laaarned t' live with it. An' soo will you."

Great reveal.

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"An' this Mike O'Donnell, Oi imagine he's verrrry --ah --- thorough?" "Very," emphasizes Solly. "Ah," trembles Uncle Frank....

I love it. We know there are going to be many things missing, not just dehydrated potatoes.

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"...as they make their way along Midwood Street toward the Patio Theatre."

Bink, in particular, does not need to see "Of Human B*ndage" as she could take it as a strategy for herself. Also, how old is she? If walking to the theater makes her short of breath, she really should think about getting into something resembling decent shape for her age.

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Oooh, a flashback! Start the rippling visuals...

And just exactly what are these two going to look like as young women? Same hairstyle?

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You're not wearing a slip with that dress? Tramp.

Quite the Wasp waist though.

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Only an heiress could have this level of nonchalant disregard for money to leave a purse with all that in it unattended while she danced.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Bink is a mere 23 years old, but too many banana splits will age you fast...

 

[Harp]

The Peduzzi-Greening story is quite charming. And I bet there's more to this diary return
than just the diary....

Hazel Forbes, toothpaste heiress and former Follies girl, really fits the Hollywood golddigger
casting type with her diamond studded lipstick and compact case.

All of which leads the Bishop estate matter, though routine filing is sparse on detail.
Mrs Bishop and her daughter Beatrice contest a $500,000 transfer from Cortland Bishop's
estate, citing her daughter's 1934 disinheritance. However, the core issue is her lack of consent
regarding building funds withdrawn estate coffers prior to said severance. Beatrice consequently enjoys valid standing.

Charlie needs a flat basis so he can clean and dry his weapon and ammo/mags. This will take thirty-forty minutes but must be done before all else; including helping Nasty, whom seems to
have been food poisoned.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Sawl set, Sal," says Alice, meeting Sally in the foyer by the mailbox. "Siddy'll take'h oveh t' t clinic t'marra." "You sueh it ain' trouble?" questions Sally. "Nah," assures Alice. "He likes t' go t' t'is place inna Village wit' awla old books. Winteh's comin' an'ee needs sump'n new t' read." "Good morning," greets Mr. Ginsburg, stepping into the foyer to check his box. "Gut yom tov," replies Alice. "Ah," smiles Mr. Ginsburg. "A dank, a sheinem dank." "Whezza time go," sighs Sally. "A year," shrugs Mr. Ginsburg, "is a year no matter the beginning. Sally, I was meaning to ask -- " "'Sawright," assures Sally. "Krause is gonna take'h in t'resta t' week." "Zehr gut, zehr gut," nods Mr. Ginsburg. "Mr. Krause is a good listener. And Leonoreh is soomone who is wanting to be listened to." "Hm," hms Sally...)

("Hey!" sputters Bink Scanlan. "T'ez no ice cream!" "Nooo," agrees Ma. "Fonny aboot that, when milk's haaard t'get soo's oice cream. Th' d'livery woon't be by till t'marra." "Oh," frowns Bink. "Awright, keep'n eeh awn Frankie, woul'ja? I gotta run nex' doeh t' t' drug stoeh." "They," smirks Ma, "get tharr oice cream fr'm th' same coomp'ny we do." "Well!" blusters Bink. "Who t'ought T'AT was a good ideeh???" "You wasn't aroond when we soined th' contract," snickers Ma, "arrr we'da roon it past ye....")

(Was there square dancing?)

(Coming events...)

(DON'T HIT THE WALL)

(Isn't It Romaaaaantic??)

(Then we're clear.)

(All in a day's work...)


(Take notes, kids, there'll be a quiz.)

(Grab the moment while you can.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Jeezuz...

Bet he wasn't willing to concede enough to pick up the check...

"Look, kid, let me tell you something about boys..." -- Shirley Blick.

Promise us you won't buy a duplex with Wilmer.

Oh, Min.....


Thanks for the diagnosis, Dr. Randomguyonthestreet.

Eddie Condon is far, far away.

And if you're a friend of Chester Gould and didn't get your name in today's strip, please write and tell us.

That's what you get for not going with the orange reversible lining.

Need to get with the times, kid. Jet-assisted takeoff is the coming thing.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick...

 

[Fading Fast]

"Zehr gut, zehr gut," nods Mr. Ginsburg. "Mr. Krause is a good listener. And Leonoreh is soomone who is wanting to be listened to." "Hm," hms Sally...

He's such a good man. He's trying so hard to teach her how to fish, but not tell her how to as he knows or intuits telling Sally what to do is not the way to get her to do it.

Separately, I kid myself that I'm picking up an ear for Yiddish: does "zehr gut" mean "that's good?"

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"You wasn't aroond when we soined th' contract," snickers Ma, "arrr we'da roon it past ye...."

Ma loves channeling my dead father too.

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Was there square dancing?

Today it would be "sponsored," broadcasted, streamed, turned into a meme, and ruined. This one, though, sounded nice.

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Isn't It Romaaaaantic??

Same hairdo all those years ago. Why mess with perfection.

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She also looks a bit like Hillary Swank.

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Jeezuz...

It is a scary world. The 21-year-old-former virgin was very lucky.

Separately, and I'm sure our resident legal expert Harp will weigh in, but I'm glad the judge did what he did with the alimony in the adulteress-wife case.

 

[LizzieMaine]

"That's good," or "Very good." Yiddish by way of German. According to New England lore, it's also the source of the name for the old Zayre department store chain.

 

[Harp]

The Anchulis divorce alimony grant towards marital equity should be an enduring landmark
judgement, but unfortunately its not; and, truth-be-told, men have little, if indeed any standing
in divorce law today.

The 52-20 Club article caught my eye. After the Army, I went home for the summer before
college that fall, and next morning went down to the kitchen for coffee. Still wearing my class
A uniform pants with Corcoran jump boots and white tee shirt. My Depression-child mom sat
at the kitchen table and asked if I had a job.

Charles may have to hoof it out of Dodge.

A virulent Nor'easter and Polo packin it out in the Pacific near Baja scratched the hosses
at Belmont and Santa Anita; so ****** flush September slips past paddock. Breeders Cup nears
and my bankroll is decidedly light.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("I'll come downstaiehs wit'cha," sighs Sally, checking the mailbox and finding little of interest. "Ya pooeh husban' mus' be bouncin' awffta woodwoik by now." "Ehh," chuckles Alice. "Siddy's good wit' kids." They descend the stairs to the basement apartment, and walk in to find Willie sprawled on the floor with Butch the Dog, as the latest episode of "Superman" blares from the radio. "Inna kitchen," he signals, just as a strident voice begins to spiel for Kellogg's Pep. "Leonoreh!" Sally calls. "Le's go, I got school t'nite!" Receiving no reply, Sally and Alice step into the kitchen, to find Leonora and Krause locked in tight concentration over a chess board. Lenora reaches for a bishop, as Krause stares intently at the pieces, a bead of sweat glistening on his forehead. "Hey," interrupts Sally. "Whassawlis?" "Shhhhhhhh!" hisses Leonora. "'Two moeh moves an' I got 'im...")

("Sawry," shrugs the gaunt, watery-eyed proprietor of the Flatbush Pharmacy, blinking at his inquisitor from behind bottle-thick spectacles. "Ice cream din' come in. T' ol' lady din' get any, did she?" "If she did," exhales Bink Scanlan, "y't'ink I'd be innis jernt?" With an annoyed sigh, Bink turns toward the door, and nearly trips over the tall iron scale next to a pyramid of toothpaste cartons. "YOUR WATE AND FATE" blares the bold embossed lettering on the scale. Bink chews at her lower lip, fishes for a penny, steps atop the wobbling platform, and sends the coin thunking home. Immediately, a chunking sound announces the discharge of a small, smudged card. "On'y one," reads Bink, "on t' scale at a time!'" She tears the card into small pieces and drops it bitterly on the floor. She turns to see the pharmacist stifling a chuckle. "I AIN'T NIET'EH!" she bellows, banging the door closed behind her....)

(Wanna buy a 1924 Chevrolet panel truck? Do ya feel lucky?)

(What happened to the Phillies being pushovers???)

(Yes, what can possibly go wrong?)

(Aw, you swiped that out of Popular Mechanics...)

(C'mon, put some heart in it!)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Ew.

Never change, Daily News...

Well, this I wasn't expecting...

"How do you 'strain' beef, anyway?"

Isn't this where we came in?

George G. Gargles? Gordon Gargles. G. Gary Gargles?

That's how they all feel....in the beginning...................

"Mr. Foof?"

Coleman Hawkins he's not.

The great innovations are the product of constant experimentation.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Premature Wait Till Next Year-ism.

 

[Fading Fast]

"On'y one," reads Bink, "on t' scale at a time!'"

Harsh, but fair.

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What happened to the Phillies being pushovers???

Never when you need them to be.

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Never change, Daily News...

Had the same thought.

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Right? The way they made it sound during the war, if you had a lit cigarette, you could be seen from another continent.

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Isn't this where we came in?

JFC, Gray, you're like a subtler but more brutal version of Gould. Was it really necessary to do this to Fred?

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Premature Wait Till Next Year-ism.

It can happen to anyone.

 

[Harp]

Emily Abernathy's killer, Robert Engle is guilty of premeditated deliberate murder; although
his confession attempted to lay psychological angst defense. Such ruse gives further
evidence of depraved heart deliberate intent.

Charlie apparently had no GI Zippo cigarette lighter handy to signal Terry. His Thompson
can fire a burst even drenched so long as its bolt is pulled and barrel drained first.
Nasty ingested a blood borne pathogen which might have induced cerebral paralysis.

Belmont closed and canceled its card due the Nor'easter slamming the east coast;
however Santa Anita remains open despite Polo's southerly approach. Some of the bet handle
will shift left, no doubt. The Goodwood Stakes features Baffert's Nevada Beach. Also three
others: Original Sin; Forged Steel; and Caldera. Nevada Beach comes off a layoff after slackening
the Saudi Cup. A proverbial wild card exponentially factored seven months rest.
Dunno. Stare decisis more probably since I scratched Saint Anita with Belmont yesterday.
I'll fold today and wait until next week. Oct 3rd and some scattered dates until Halloween.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Meanwhile in 2026, today's Eagle runs a pleasing tribute to Dodger second baseman Eddie Stanky -- https://brooklyneagle.com/417907/eddie-stanky-the-brat-of-the-brooklyn-dodgers/

 

[Fading Fast]

Meanwhile in 2026, today's Eagle runs a pleasing tribute to Dodger second baseman Eddie Stanky -- https://brooklyneagle.com/417907/eddie-stanky-the-brat-of-the-brooklyn-dodgers/

Rickey's quote is great, plus what an impressive record in Alabama..

 

[LizzieMaine]

He was one of Leo's favorite players, which is not unexpected...

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Remin' me t' get awff at DeKalb," requests Sally as the BMT Brighton train rumbles into Court Street. "I wanna run inta Namm's befoeh I go home. I wanna get a chess set f' Leonoreh." "She awready knows howta play chess," comments Alice. "Siddy took it kin'a poissonal. He showed 'eh how, an'nen she beat 'im t'ree games inna row." "Oh," frowns Sally. "Well, she ain' gonna beat ME." "Since when d'you know howta play chess?" challenges Alice. "Since I was in 8B," retorts Sally. "I was pretty good. I beat t'is guy Jerome Bresleh. T'ey din' let goils awna chess team, see, an'nis Jerome Bresleh was t' big cheese onnit. One'a t'ese guys awrways tellin' ya how smawrt'ee was. Had'ese Harol' Lloyd glasses, but I got a look at'm one time, an'na lenses was jus' panes a' plain glass." "Ah," ahs Alice. "So you..." "I come up t'wim one time," relates Sally, "an' says t'wim, 'I heeh ya pretty smawrt. How 'bout a game?' An'ee says 'yawr a goil!' "An' I says, 'gee, ya really AAAAAAAAWR smawrt!' an' ev'rybody laughed an' he jus' wawked away...." "Ah," repeats Alice. "But how'da game come out?" "T'eh wasn' no game," snorts Sally. "But I t'ought," puzzles Alice, "y'said ya beat 'im!" "I din' say," smirks Sally, "I beat 'im at chess....")

("Oi doon't caaare hoo long it takes," dismisses Uncle Frank. "But I got awleese foinace jawbs," protests Danny Leary. "Col' weat'eh's comin' awn, people need'eh berlehs cleaned!" "Thaaat can wait!" insists Uncle Frank. "Oi need ye t' goo out t' th' warehoose an' take doon th' still an' poot back aaaal thim pipes an' paaarts we took oota Sarrrrgeant Solly's stock." "T'at coppeh tubin's all bent up!" protests Danny. "Well thin," glowers Uncle Frank, "straight'n it oot! Take Heckie Capiello with ye, an' th' two'a ye waaark aaaahl noit if ye have to. Solly's bringin' in this Mike O'Donnell t' do an aaaaaaahhdit." "O'Donnell?" shrugs Danny. "Can't we just..." "He ain't," sighs Uncle Frank, "THAT koinda O'Donnell...")

("I been t'inkin," confides Rosa. "Awlese nightclubs. I mean, who needs Mayehoff? Why can't I get up an act'a my own? Book some dates. 'T' Amazin' Rose Capps, Stawr of Television, Live In Poisson.''' "What kind of act would you do?" questions Shirley. "I dunno," admits Rosa. "I'd skate." "That's not enough," warns Shirley. "You need material. One reason you work well on television is because you work off Mayehoff, right? He says or does something stupid, and then you top him. Even if you have your own act, you need someone to bounce off. That's what they mean when they say 'a stooge."' "Hey," interrupts Rosa. "How d'you know t'is stuff? Ya sixteen. T'ey don' letcha IN no nightclubs." "Theatrical papers," shrugs Shirley. "Since this television thing came along I've been reading them. Variety. The Billboard. If I'm going to be your agent I need to know what's going on." "Yawr my agent?" puzzles Rosa. "Of course I am," declares Shirley. "An agent, an' a stooge," sighs Rosa. "Show business is comp'lcated...")

(Secretary and Mrs. Byrnes at Home.)

(GAWDAMIGHTY. Other players endorse bats and gloves and shoes. Reiser endorses stretchers....)

(You're really not very bright, are you?)

(Check the gutters on Third Avenue.)

(After all, it's gonna take six months for the cowboy's leg to heal...)

(Upset? Well whattaya EXPECT if you eat onion soup!)

("This isn't as much fun as I was led to believe it would be...")