PrivateEye
One of the Regulars
- Messages
- 159
- Location
- Boston, MA
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I can't take the tension...when do I finally get to meet this Dragon Lady!?
(Dramatic musical sting!)
That's she, right there in panel three, getting ready to spot Patrick thru her glasses. And then the fur, as they say, will fly.
(Unless this is her sorta-lookalike stand-in Hu Shee, in which case she'll say WHERE IS TERRY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE GOLDEN ONE?)
That's she, right there in panel three, getting ready to spot Patrick thru her glasses. And then the fur, as they say, will fly.
(Unless this is her sorta-lookalike stand-in Hu Shee, in which case she'll say WHERE IS TERRY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE GOLDEN ONE?)
(C'mon, Lieutenant, you've got a better arm than that. ***BOOM*** Well, at least you *did*...)
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("A hot start doesn't always mean much," shouts the ghost of 1940.)
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("Dear Eagle," scrawls Joe on a Big Chief tablet, "That picture was some punk. It didn't have no story or plot to it or nothing and that scene with the hippaput -- hipotam -- hippos in it was like the DTs. Not that I ever had the DTs, but I seen a guy once coming out of a bar that was asking why there was a hippo in the street, but it was just the Stillwell Ave Trolly." "C'mon," says Sally. "You ain' gonna enteh'at contes'! Ya too old!" "It don' say nut'n bout how old," sniffs Joe. "It says high school studen's. An' I'm still signed up at New Utreck!" "You ain' been goin', t'ough," notes Sally, "since ya been woikin' t'night shif'." "Geez," replies Joe. "'At's right. I do'wan no truant officeh comin' afteh me!")
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(And when a smelt's been sitting for a while it smells like sauerkraut.)
Of course, you wouldn't actually be able to see any of these people with all the smoke in the arena.
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I wish I'd known *this* was how you get good parts.
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"Boom dust" indeed.
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I hate word problems.
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"What's one more skeleton, more or less?"
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Adolf Hitler's speech to the Reichstag yesterday, the strangest speech of the Fuehrer's strange career, was greeted in Great Britain and in Russia as sounding the death knell for Germany's hopes of victory, and implying the approach of another Nazi blood purge that will make Hitler's campaign against party leaders in 1934 seem like a rehearsal. The most encouraging portion of Hitler's speech from an Allied point of view was his statement that he expects Germany to still be fighting in Russia next winter, remarks which seemed to foreclose the possibility of a German victory this summer and an acknowledgement that during the winter just past the Nazi forces escaped complete defeat by only the narrowest of margins. It had been predicted in newspaper reports from Stockholm that the speech would include a declaration that "the Latin bloc" of France, Spain and Portugal would fully join the Axis, but no such comments were made by Hitler, and it was suggested in some quarters that some unrevealed circumstance forced a last-minute alteration of the speech. The address also include an unprecedented statement from Hitler that he, and he alone, must have complete life-and-death control over the lives of every individual German citizen, compelling them to "do their duty" for the sake of the war, "no matter who they are or what rights they might have acquired."
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("Waistlinitis?" laughs J. Whitlow Wyatt. "Not me!")
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"Elizabeth" writes to Helen Worth wondering if it would be all right to send a couple of bottles of good whiskey to her boyfriend in the service. "He is in a Southern camp," she explains, "and always likes good whiskey." Helen advises that she send him a small radio instead. Or a good detective story. "But keep the liquor here."
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(Mr. Conrad sure does like to talk about "sissies." Makes you wonder. Anyway, in New York's gay subculture of the Era, the wearing of a red tie was widely known as a symbol of membership therein.)
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(Nothing so provincial as a Brooklyn fan -- unless it's a Brooklyn sportswriter. Isn't that so, Mr. Parrott?)
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"Now let's see -- what would Punjab do?"
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Please let this swami be Jerome Trohs' brother. And please let a big dog show up.
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I mean, what are the odds?
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Solvent?
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($500,000 bail? It's still not enough.)
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(ED HEAD! ED HEAD! ED HEAD!)
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If this is true, then for as long as she lives, little Leonora will have a rudimentary memory of being held up by her father over the heads of a roiling crowd of a million people, as her mother screams "PEEEEEETEEEEEEY!"
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"There's always good old Uncle Bim." It's reassuring to have a plan in life.
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Chekhov's Cigarette.
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Annnnnnnnd we're off!
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Speaking of things Leonora will remember, here's a real rarity -- an actual recording of the legendary Hilda Chester, being interviewed on NBC's "Monitor" radio program in 1960. Three years after the Dodgers abandoned Brooklyn, she doesn't want to talk about Walter F. O'Malley.
Her accent is fascinating. It's late-19th-century Brooklynese with a definite Yiddish inflection, very different from the Irish-inflected dialect that more commonly stands as "a Brooklyn accent" in pop culture. It's well known that Hilda was Jewish, but there are no accounts of her speaking Yiddish in public -- but hearing this I can imagine she might have uncorked a few choice epithets in that language when the umpires riled her.
(Vintage Phrases That Have Disappeared -- "Cheerful Self-Denial.")
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(James Gleason, Phil Silvers and Walter Catlett? What, you couldn't get Ned Sparks?)
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(Better loosen that collar John, it's turning you into an insufferable bourgie snob.)
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("And not only does he never get his clothes cleaned, he probably smells really bad.")
And in the Daily News...
Paging Ellery Queen.
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"I mean, I didn't have much chance as an actress otherwise, seeing as I have only this one expression."
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"Cousin of a weary tree toad!"
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