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....In Philadelphia, a five-alarm fire of undetermined origin swept a huge lumber yard, destroying thousands of square feet of lumber earmarked for defense construction, and damaging surrounding homes and small machine shops. A red glow rose high in the sky over night as the flames raged across the Joseph H. Sykes Company yard, as 10,000 spectators burst thru police lines at the scene of the fire and hampered efforts of firemen to battle the blaze, which took five hours to contain. The fire, causing damage believed in excess of $1,000,000, is the second major lumber-yard fire in Philadelphia in three months, following on the $1,000,000 blaze at the Lear Lumber Company in May....)
I have no statistics, but based on what we've read recently in these papers, it seems like a suspicious number of fires hampering the military buildup are happening in Brooklyn and Philadelphia.
In the '70s and '80s, the same arguments for and against the Dallas Cowboys being called "America's Team" played out. Very few things are new.
... View attachment 356307 ("Yeah," says Joe, "it's awrful. Solly's out f'm woik -- he seen a guy sellin' tickets inna subway yes'day, ova' t' Prospeck Pa'k station, an' inna crowd he got pusht downa staiahs -- lan'ned on some dame, picked 'im up an' tossed him up agains' a canny machine, smashed open'na glass, an' people come runnin' all ova t' pick up t'nickels. Aw, it was awrful. Din' get no tickets, neit'a. Busted his wris' fallin' downa staiahs, an' t'is dame t'at t'rowed 'im aroun, I t'ink he gotta bruise onna head or' sum'pin. Gotta buncha Hoishey Bahs outa t'deal t'ough. Heah, y' wan' one?" "Hmph," hmphs Sally. "Woul'na happn'd if Petey was t'ere. I ever tell you bout't time he bumped inna me onna steps at Prospeck Pa'k an' he stopped an' said t'me, he sai'd "Sorry lady," he said. Jus' like a gen'leman. Y'got any wit' almon's?")...
Sally can pretty much connect anything to "Petey." She has a bigger crush on him than my grandmother's disconcerting crush on Joe Namath in the '70s.
"Sign at the Far Rockaway Shore Club: 'Notice to Gals! Will Hays Has No Jurisdiction Here. Wear as Many Sweaters as You Please!'"
Huh? Is there a Lana Turner reference in here somewhere?
To be fair to Jo, I don't remember her ever accusing Oakdale of stealing the jewelry; she just said she saw him in the building that day, which is true. Or have I confused this story?
Yes, I believe that is the technical term for it, but "dunking" sounds so much nicer.
"The Neighbors" just recycled a joke that's at least ten-years old.
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The pitcher whom Mr. Powers is too much of a gentleman to name is a fellow named Joe Sullivan, who has been poking around the major leagues to little effect for the past six seasons, and who will pitch only three more games in the majors. But he'll kick around the minor leagues until 1949, and will never, as far as is known, be rolled out onto the field in the middle of a tarp....
Interesting comments on gambling.
Hey, it worked on Dan.
Also, Andy might want to think about this:
"You know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go 'according to plan'...even if the plan is horrifying."
Prunella better be on guard or she'll be the next "dunking" victim.