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...The mercury will drop nearly twenty degrees from yesterday's high of 94, with the heat wave finally broken by the arrival last night of showers and cool air. Three deaths in Manhattan and the Bronx yesterday were attributed to the heat....
Coincidentally, in NYC, we just had a twenty-plus degree drop from yesterday; although, from the 80s to the 60s, not 90s to 70s as Joe and Sally are experiencing in '41.
I've noticed that too. He was born ten years too early for his prime-youth years to be during the talkies, so, because of his box-office appeal, Hollywood tried to get those years back by having him play younger men. Right to the end of his career, see "Love in the Afternoon," he played men who needed to be, at least, ten years younger than he really was.
...("Fourt' a' J'ly dubblehedda 'gainsta Jints!" exults Joe. "An' lookat'is! Two tickets! LEF' FEEL, LOWA DECK! Act'chly, I had FOUR uvv'm, an' I sol' two ta Solly -- so we're four bucks ahead onna deal!" Sally pokes the brisket and her eyes narrow. "How'ja manage 'at?" "Ah, it wunnutt'n," Joe boasts. "I was inna canny stoah, right? An' I'm talkin' ta t'is guy, see, an' -- um --- um -- well, it was like t'is, --- uh --" "Ahhh, nevvamin'," says Sally. "At leas' ya won." "Yeah," nods Joe. "I use t'em dice ya brutta gimme befo't'ey sennim up -- uh -- um -- gee, t'at brisket smells good...")...
"Ahhh, nevvamin'" She's too tired from her pregnancy to listen to his BS or to call him out on it.
The worst part of it is, it's with Irwin. My God, how do I get that image out of my head now?
Yes I am. I glad to see the editor's little speech had an impact. And how Page Four perfect is this euphemism, "...climatic conditions have had a disturbing influence on many households."
If I was a betting man, and I am, I'd bet he's guilty and I'd bet the jury believes he's guilty, but believe what he did was justified so they handed down a not-guilty verdict. That's realpolitik justice.
Yup, hers was the money answer.
Irwin, upon hearing Lizzie's admonition replied (through gritted teeth), "I think I'm earning my pay right now as I keep silent while being tortured. But sure, if I make it out of this alive, I'll be glad to take the next photo Dan needs identified over to the drug store for him."
IRL, the mother has no game with the old lecher.