The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

I see the News is still sore that Butch won't talk to reporters. "Patience and Fortitude" is the Mayor's catch phrase, with which he opens and closes these broadcasts. The surviving recordings of these broadcasts begin in bulk in early 1943, so if this feature continues, we'll link to the actual broadcasts, when available, and see just how good a stenographer Mr. Hall is.

Mr. Schroth isn't going to like this.

Look, if it's not too much trouble, there's this dumb yellow-haired kid out there....

You've got to feel bad for Corky, the eternal middle child of the family. Skeez gets the dailies, Judy has the Sundays, and all he gets to do is show up for a crowd scene now and then.

No survivors.

"And watch that Prune Face stuff. I'm sensitive."

"And he's the only one in this whole family who isn't worried about my will!"

The Halls of Montezuma will need to build on an addition.

On a slow day, that might get you a line on Page Four. Try standing on your head.

"Boys, I've joined the WAACs! Why aren't any of YOU in uniform?"

 

[LizzieMaine]

Oh and...

Don't get confused!

 

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Artie McGovern, physical trainer for famous athletes and prominent businessmen whose ministrations are believed to have added years to Babe Ruth's home-run-hitting career, died after a brief illness at an Arizona hospital yesterday. He was 54. Mr. McGovern, himself a former flyweight prizefighter, opened his gymnasium in Manhattan in 1925, and Ruth -- coming off a poor season in which he slumped to only 25 home runs -- was his first notable client. McGovern sweated 40 pounds off the Bambino that winter, and in his new streamlined form, Ruth emerged in 1926 to slam out 47 circuit clouts before setting the all time single-season record of 60 the following year. His success with the Babe made Mr. McGovern's name, and since then other prominent clients have included golfers Gene Sarazen and Johnny Farrell, tennis star Vincent Richards, and boxing champion Jack Dempsey. He was also engaged by Larry MacPhail a few years back to provide a stiff spring training regimen for the Dodgers.
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That's an impressive client list. Imagine what Babe Ruth would have done had he trained and taken care of himself his entire career the way many players do today.

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Scaled to her shoulders and hip, Ms. Varden's waist should measures about ten inches. That said, "Smilin' Jack's" Cindy's waist looked sub-ten inches yesterday.

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("We get the JP's brother in a dice game? All brothers-in-law like dice games, right?")
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Point of order, don't both the bride and groom have to be present and sign when they obtain the marriage license, but didn't the guy here imply he got it by himself?

(N. B. Lizzie, you're comment foreshadows a main storyline from the post-war Clark Gable movie "Any Number Can Play.")

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(Well now, something new has been added! If the look is familiar, it's because Dale Ulrey used to be Dale Connor, who used to be the "Dale" half of "Dale Allen," who drew "Mary Worth" until this past spring. A plucky paperboy vs. the Dead End Kids seems like an interesting concept, even though Hugh and Merry look an awful lot like Dennie and Sunny. We'll see if there's a haughty older sister who looks like Leona.)

If I was trying to launch a comicstrip into a crowded field, I'd make sure there was a hot older sister in the mix and would quickly work in some comicstrip porn (maybe have the older sister work at a pirate-themed nightclub). Principles are for artists either with rich parents or who don't like to eat.

And in the Daily News...
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Look, if it's not too much trouble, there's this dumb yellow-haired kid out there....
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"On the plus side for you, and for some reason that defies all logic, the yellow-haired kid usually has a pretty young woman with him whom he's not, umm, er, well, making completely happy."

"What's her name?"

"April, Burma, Hu-Shee or Rouge, if you have your choice, go with Hu-Shee."

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You've got to feel bad for Corky, the eternal middle child of the family. Skeez gets the dailies, Judy has the Sundays, and all he gets to do is show up for a crowd scene now and then.
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"Skeezix, did you see lots of WAACs?"
"No, we usually turned the lights off."
"Oh, that's a shame [beat, beat, beat], HEY!"

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No survivors.
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If we learned one thing from the Raven Sherman episode, Caniff doesn't baby his readers.

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"And he's the only one in this whole family who isn't worried about my will!"
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Allow me to edit: "And he's the only one in this whole family who isn't worried about my will [yet.]"

 

[PrivateEye]

(Well now, something new has been added! If the look is familiar, it's because Dale Ulrey used to be Dale Connor, who used to be the "Dale" half of "Dale Allen," who drew "Mary Worth" until this past spring. A plucky paperboy vs. the Dead End Kids seems like an interesting concept, even though Hugh and Merry look an awful lot like Dennie and Sunny. We'll see if there's a haughty older sister who looks like Leona.)

It's nice to have a strip that I'm in at the beginning with, so I don't have to bother Lizzie for back stories reaching back for years...

 

[LizzieMaine]

("I was gonna go't'game afteh votin' but Ma says she can't look afteh Leonoreh t'day," sputters Sally. "She's got'teh BOWLIN' LESSON! I ASK YA!" "Maybe Fitz c'n look afteh Leonoreh," suggests Joe. "Remembeh, he was 'Sports Fa'teh of t' Yeeah.'" "Yeh," agrees Sally, "but'tat's f'basebawl. Does bowlin' coun' as a sport?" "Don' let'cheh Ma heeeh ya say t'at.")

President Roosevelt cast ballot number 175 at his home in Hyde Park today, gravely giving his occupation to the registrar as "farmer." Chances are the President cast his ballot for John J. Bennett for Governor, whom he had previously endorsed, and for Ferdinand A. Hoyt, Democratic opponent of Rep. Hamilton Fish, Republican Congressman for the 26th District. Emerging from the booth after casting his ballot, the President struck his head on the curtain rod, and was heard to mutter "they might raise the height of these booths." Upon completing his voting, the President asked the registrar if his wife's absentee ballot had arrived yet from London, and was delicately told that "it is not among the absentee ballots on hand."

Numerically superior German forces advancing southeast of Nalchik threatened both Ordzhonikidze, gateway to the rich southern Caucasus, and the railhead leading to the Grozny oil fields today. Reports from the front said that the Germans delivered 10 successive attacks against the Russian position southeast of Nalchik, supported by more than 300 sorties by the Nazi air force.

Ten million Germans have been killed or permanently put out of action so far on the Russian front, according to Soviet reports today. An estimate published in the newspaper Izvestia stated that the Nazi death toll equals the number of births in Germany over a period of ten to fifteen years. The German Transocean News Agency asserted today that Soviet losses in the 500 days of the Russian campaign so far amount to more than 14 million persons killed, seriously wounded or taken prisoner.

The Office of Price Administration today ordered ceiling prices raised on cigars, beer, and California wines in order to enable producers to meet higher costs of production and increased Federal excise taxes. The action by the OPA followed similar increases in ceiling prices for cigarettes and other products which went under increased Federal levies as of November 1st. Under the order, the ceiling price for cigars previously priced at five cents will increase to six cents, the price of ten cent cigars will raise to twelve cents, and two-for-a-quarter cigars will now be capped at fifteen cents straight. The maximum price for beer was raised $1 a barrel to $1.50, but it is expected the price per drink will go up only for beer sold in bottles or other containers. The price of California dessert wines will go up 23 cents a gallon, with table wines increasing 9 cents a gallon. The price paid to vintners for their product will rise to 55 cents a gallon for dessert wines and 26 and a half cents a gallon for table wines.

Hundreds of detectives are combing the city today for clues to the identity of a mystery woman, whose body was found in Central Park this morning by a man walking his dog. The woman was about 30 years old, five feet one inch in height, and weighed about 135 pounds, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a black cloth coat, a black silk dress, and black suede shoes, and a crucifix on a thin gold chain around her neck.

Mayor LaGuardia's former labor secretary went on the air last night to accuse the Mayor of firing her from her job "out of spite" for her husband's refusal to endorse him for a third term in 1941. Speaking in a fifteen minute broadcast over station WHN, Mrs. Ethel Steuer Epstein, the wife of Solicitor General Henry Epstein, the Democratic nominee for Attorney General in today's election, called the Mayor "a man who will neither forgive nor forget," and charged that the Mayor's intercession prevented her husband from receiving the nomination of the American Labor Party along with that of the Democratic Party in today's election. "It is difficult to believe the Mayor's spite against Henry in the pressure he put on the American Labor Party is not yet satisfied," stated Mrs. Epstien. "It had to include my dismissal." The Mayor discharged Mrs. Epstein from her job yesterday by letter, calling the move a "reorganization."

A "critical shortage" of cooking gas looms for Brooklyn households this winter according to the power branch of the War Production Board, which has warned the Brooklyn Union Gas Company that it will not have enough gas "to go around" during any cold spell extending more than three days. Company officials, however, while acknowledging that supplies will be short this winter, believe the shortage will not be as critical as predicted, so long as consumers refrain from using their kitchen stoves as a supplemental source of household heat. "The WPB is trying to throw a little more fear into people," commented a company spokesman, who acknowledged, "we do fear abuse."

The alleged manager of a racing wire headquarters arrested in September during Mayor LaGuardia's crackdown on "tin horn gambling" has been freed following a ruling by the Appellate Court. William Hockey, alleged manager of a racing wire based at 216 Duffield Street had sought release on the grounds that he had not actually been charged with any criminal activity, with his attorney noting that no allegation had been made that any gambling or bookmaking had occured at the Duffield Street office, or that Hockey himself had any direct knowledge of how the information handled thru his office was to be used. It was noted that Hockey himself was merely an employee of the Curtis Publishing Company, which maintained and operated the wire, which relayed race information received over the Western Union racing ticker service by means of a switchboard to subscribers who paid a weekly fee for the service.

(I MEAN THERE ARE PERFECTLY VALID REASONS FOR A NEIGHBORHOOD CANDY STORE TO HAVE A WHOLE ROW OF PAY PHONES ALONG THE BACK WALL)

("AH," scoffs Gypsy. "A Monogram picture. By the way, dear, did you know I made five pictures for Fox?")

("No doubt the work of Pope Kay Kyser!")

(You might remember Mr. Albosta as the young pitcher who made his major-league debut late in the 1941 season, and immediately received a write-in vote in the Most Popular Dodger contest. It won't be like that in Pittsburgh, son.)

(There's a reason why everybody hates publicists.)

(AH THE OLD SCHOOLYARD TRICK)

"A loaf of bread? Which reminds me, when do we eat?"

(SORRY KID YOU PAY EXTRA FOR A PRIVATE ROOM, GET ME?)

(NOW GET BACK TO WORK THE EAGLE HAS NO PLACE FOR WHINING LOSERS)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Ew.

"We'd have served 'Star and Garter' too," sniffs the Archbishop. "But we couldn't get tickets."

"Are you sure we're talkin' about the same guy?"

"Mason jar lids go on the ration next week!"

Beats police work, huh kid?

Not up on the latest child-rearing theories, are you Nurse?

"Well then. Wanna listen to the radio? I think it's almost time for Fibber McGee."

All right, now what?

Once is an accident, twice is a paraphila.

"The Greatest Generation."

 

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Ten million Germans have been killed or permanently put out of action so far on the Russian front, according to Soviet reports today. An estimate published in the newspaper Izvestia stated that the Nazi death toll equals the number of births in Germany over a period of ten to fifteen years. The German Transocean News Agency asserted today that Soviet losses in the 500 days of the Russian campaign so far amount to more than 14 million persons killed, seriously wounded or taken prisoner.
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These numbers had to astound people in 1942 as they are still shocking today.

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Mayor LaGuardia's former labor secretary went on the air last night to accuse the Mayor of firing her from her job "out of spite" for her husband's refusal to endorse him for a third term in 1941. Speaking in a fifteen minute broadcast over station WHN, Mrs. Ethel Steuer Epstein, the wife of Solicitor General Henry Epstein, the Democratic nominee for Attorney General in today's election, called the Mayor "a man who will neither forgive nor forget," and charged that the Mayor's intercession prevented her husband from receiving the nomination of the American Labor Party along with that of the Democratic Party in today's election. "It is difficult to believe the Mayor's spite against Henry in the pressure he put on the American Labor Party is not yet satisfied," stated Mrs. Epstien. "It had to include my dismissal." The Mayor discharged Mrs. Epstein from her job yesterday by letter, calling the move a "reorganization."
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There are no dull days in the life of Mayor LaGuardia.

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The alleged manager of a racing wire headquarters arrested in September during Mayor LaGuardia's crackdown on "tin horn gambling" has been freed following a ruling by the Appellate Court. William Hockey, alleged manager of a racing wire based at 216 Duffield Street had sought release on the grounds that he had not actually been charged with any criminal activity, with his attorney noting that no allegation had been made that any gambling or bookmaking had occured at the Duffield Street office, or that Hockey himself had any direct knowledge of how the information handled thru his office was to be used. It was noted that Hockey himself was merely an employee of the Curtis Publishing Company, which maintained and operated the wire, which relayed race information received over the Western Union racing ticker service by means of a switchboard to subscribers who paid a weekly fee for the service.
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This requires a much fuller explanation for one to truly understand the details and "flow" of information, business and payments, as well as, who actually owns and is doing what in this "work flow."

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(I MEAN THERE ARE PERFECTLY VALID REASONS FOR A NEIGHBORHOOD CANDY STORE TO HAVE A WHOLE ROW OF PAY PHONES ALONG THE BACK WALL)
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The exact same thought was running through my head as I read the telephone company's BS blah, blah, blah.

And not only pay phones, but ten lines for the store itself. Hmm, I guess they want to be ready to reorder in case there's a run on Baby Ruths.

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(There's a reason why everybody hates publicists.)
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There are some jobs that are impossible to do with honor and integrity, yet sadly, they are never lacking for candidates.

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"A loaf of bread? Which reminds me, when do we eat?"
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What, does she think they forgot how to stand up? Do what any respectable 1940s comicstrip character would do to stop two people from breaking up a wedding, bonk them on the head with a thick piece of wood.

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"Are you sure we're talkin' about the same guy?"
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No way they are talking about the same guy who was wetting himself every time things got a little difficult in the cave.

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Beats police work, huh kid?
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Somebody's got to start paying Frizzletop.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("It's awl ya fault," grumbles Joe. "You hadda vote f' t'at Alfangey." "I got principles," insists Sally. "Yeah," retorts Joe. "But t'rest of us is got Dewey!")

Only one incident of violence marred an otherwise peaceful Election Day yesterday. A German Shepherd dog standing watch outside a voting booth in Flushing as his master pulled the levers "misconstrued the intentions" of an election worker who sought to pet him, and bit the woman on the nose. Election worker Rose Moran remained on duty for the rest of the day with a patch on the wound, while the dog, owned by Harry Fogarty of Flushing, was taken by the Department of Health for examination. Only a few mechanical difficulties with the voting machines were reported. In Manhattan, the quietest election night in history was observed at Times Square, where, with the illuminated news strip on the Times Building extinguished by blackout regulations, there were no crowds gathered to observe the returns. Police on horseback waited quietly for the excitement which failed to materialize.

The re-election of Rep. Hamilton Fish, prewar isolationist and ardent foe of President Roosevelt, was confirmed last night by the concession of his American Labor Party opponent Ferdinand M. Hoyt. Fish's plurality of just 4229 votes was less than half of that by which he secured reelection in 1940.

A former Brooklynite was elected Governor of Colorado yesterday. John J. Dempsey, a Democrat, left the borough in 1919 after a career with the old Brooklyn Rapid Transit Company, ancestor of today's BMT.

The Red Army, after almost a week of steady retreats, held today a powerful German drive toward the oil fields of Groszny and the roads leading to the wealth of the Southern Caucasus. No German gains were recorded in the vicinity of Nalchik, in the Eastern Caucasus, where Nazi forces are seeking to hammer a path forward to the Georgian and Ossetic military highways begin.

Allied ground troops closed in steadily today on the village of Oivi, five miles east of Kokoda, and less than 60 miles south of Buna, main Japanese base on the north shore of New Guinea. The daily communique from the headquarters of General Douglas MacArthur noted that Allied bombers struck heavily at the Japanese in two directions.

Gawdluvya, Butch.

(And if there's no phone book, look at the wall around the phone. Somebody's bound to have written down the number you want to call.)

A new weekly record for Brooklyn births was set last week, as Sir Stork transacted business with 1189 local families. That number marked an increase of 95 over the previous weekly birth record. The same week in 1941 marked only 817 births.

Brooklyn's blood continues to flow to those in need, with a new record set for donations to the Brooklyn Red Cross in October. 6721 pints were donated in the borough for that month, with nearly ever third donor donating for at least the second time. Altogether, 21,879 men and 14,014 women have donated blood to the Brooklyn drive since the campaign began earlier this year. 31 percent of all those donating are repeat donors.

The Eagle Editorialist congratulates Thomas E. Dewey for his sweeping victory in the Governor's race, and notes that the win makes the dynamic former prosecutor a prominent figure on the national political scene, and a front-runner for the Republican presidential nomination in 1944. The EE also comments that the vote for ALP candidate Dean Alfange was "too small to affect the result of the election," and that it proves once again that Americans prefer the "clean cut political decisions" of the two-party system over the "hopeless confusion" such as that brought to Europe by multi-party elections."

John Kieran, sportswriter and noted pundit of radio's "Information Please" writes from his Riverdale home to ask Eagle readers to support the British War Relief Society's program to provide Christmas gifts for British war orphans. Even $1 will "send Santa Claus to a British child victim of the German blitzkrieg."

In Shamokin, Pennsylvania, coal miner Frank Dobrovitzky, age 39, enraged over missing his supper, loaded six blasting caps into the kitchen oven. The oven, kitchen, and entire house were blown to bits.

(My neighborhood again, except, sadly, there haven't been any kids around here in twenty years.)

(No more "Life of Rickey?" What's the matter, Parrott, did he finally throw you out?)

The Buff and Blue roared to victory over its traditional rival at Ebbets Field yesterday as Erasmus Hall beat Manual Training in the annual Election Day Classic. Five thousand fans turned out for the 41st meeting of the two schools to see the Flatbushers roll up their eleventh straight win over the past season and a half. It was the 7th consecutive win for Erasmus over their Park Slope rival the "Ivy League" series.

("Let's see now. How would Laraine Day play this part?")

(Invisible Scarlet O'Troll.)

(I GUESS I'M JUST NOT UP ON YOUR HEPCAT SLANG DAN.)

(Wait'll you hear him howl when he gets the bill!)

(You don't sell the steak, you sell the sizzle.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"WHO"S THE LITTLE MAN ON THE WEDDING CAKE NOW??"

But what about Errol Flynn?

"They're about to foreclose his mortgage and throw his entire family into the street." "Well, when you put it that way..."

Special guest appearance today by Miss Nina Clock.

"Oh deargawdawmighty, not another underground lair. I've GOT to get in another line of work."

Warbucks must have the greatest publicist in the business.

The Trixie I remember from ten years ago would have made a great commando. And the personnel situation must be really desperate if Tops made corporal.

"...My own bed --"

It must be bad if General Pipegnawer is on the case!

Paging Magistrate Solomon.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Oh, and...

"Native Son?" "Miss Hart, this is Richard Wright." "HE'S A GREAT AUTHOR, STUPID!" shouts a voice from the back of the courtroom. "That'll be all from you, Miss Lee."

 

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Gawdluvya, Butch.
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There is no detail too small for Butch; prioritizing is not his superpower.

Also, for once, bar owners and The Little Flower agree, "...be generous with the ice."

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In Shamokin, Pennsylvania, coal miner Frank Dobrovitzky, age 39, enraged over missing his supper, loaded six blasting caps into the kitchen oven. The oven, kitchen, and entire house were blown to bits.
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Most human distribution curves have long tails.

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(You don't sell the steak, you sell the sizzle.)

Hugh wasn't working the neighborhood I grew up in. If the "flung from his bike or mother's car" newspaper made it to our porch at all, we considered it a victory. In NYC, there is still paper delivery. You can guess the age of the tenants in my apartment building by who gets a paper delivered and who doesn't. Do they still even deliver paper in the suburbs, as I would think, without a geographical concentration of subscribers like you have in the city, it would get pretty expensive to deliver?

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"They're about to foreclose his mortgage and throw his entire family into the street." "Well, when you put it that way..."
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Bim's euphoric state of mind over his baby faded fast. Today, he'd be on medicine to balance those mood swings.

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"Oh deargawdawmighty, not another underground lair. I've GOT to get in another line of work."
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Just another satisfied Basements 'r Us customer and, remember, new comicstrip characters get a 10% discount on their first order.

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Warbucks must have the greatest publicist in the business.
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Maybe our Warbucks spells his name "Wharbucks," cause we don't know the guy they're talking about.

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It must be bad if General Pipegnawer is on the case!
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"They're way over their fuel consumption limit by now! They can't be in the air!"
"Don't list the flight as missing - there's always a chance."
"Do you know what a 'fuel consumption limit' is, Sir?"

 

[LizzieMaine]

We still have papers delivered in my neighborhood, but the days of kids doing it are long gone. Now it's sullen-faced middle-aged adults driving minivans as they toss the Sunday Telegram out the window into a mud puddle.

 

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We still have papers delivered in my neighborhood, but the days of kids doing it are long gone. Now it's sullen-faced middle-aged adults driving minivans as they toss the Sunday Telegram out the window into a mud puddle.

Hard to see that still happening in twenty, maybe even ten years from now. In the '90s, three-quarters-plus of apartments had papers sitting outside their door when I went to work in the morning (I start very early). Now, it's maybe a quarter and everyone in them is sixty or older.

 

[PrivateEye]

Hard to see that still happening in twenty, maybe even ten years from now. In the '90s, three-quarters-plus of apartments had papers sitting outside their door when I went to work in the morning (I start very early). Now, it's maybe a quarter and everyone in them is sixty or older.

I moved out to the burbs five years ago, and we can't get the daily paper delivered here anymore. Fortunately they have them at the shop at the train station in the morning. But I do miss relaxing Sunday mornings with the paper.

 

[Fading Fast]

I moved out to the burbs five years ago, and we can't get the daily paper delivered here anymore. Fortunately they have them at the shop at the train station in the morning. But I do miss relaxing Sunday mornings with the paper.

That is a shame, but it's got to happen. Other than the one-off, no one under forty reads a physical paper and those under 30 didn't even have much of the physical-paper experience growing up. I love physical papers - I truly have great memories and stories around how important they were to my life - but I read papers on-line today cause it's easier as the paper is always there (and up very early, as I am) with links and past editions, and it's cheaper.

 

[LizzieMaine]

I had to give up my daily paper (I used to get the Boston Globe and, occasionaly, the Daily News) when I lost a big chunk of my income when the pandemic started, and I haven't yet recovered to the point where i can have it back -- at $3.50 a copy now for the Globe, it's just too expensive now. I miss it terribly -- I've been a reader of newspapers since I was six years old, and not having them any more leave a big hole that the internet can only partially fill.

I note, incidentally, that the current iteration of the Brooklyn Eagle now has a paywall on its website. Times are tough, and somewhere Frank Schroth nods sadly.

 

[LizzieMaine]

(Ew.)

President Roosevelt's control of Congress on labor and other domestic issues was jeopardized today, though nearly complete election returns from around the nation show the Democratic Party retaining a bare majority in the House of Representatives. Republicans gained a total of 43 House seats in Tuesday's balloting, and will have at least 208 seats when the new Congress convenes in January. Democrats will hold a ten-seat majority at 218. The Progressive Party will hold two seats, and the Farmer-Labor and American Labor Parties one each. Five seats as of this morning remained undecided. Tuesday's gain for the Republican Party in the House was its greatest in a single election since 1928. With one contest in Montana yet to be decided, the Republicans gained nine seats in the Senate, for a total of 38. The Democratic majority in the Senate was not at stake in this year's election, with 56 seats in the new Senate. The Progressive Party has one.

Although the total vote in Tuesday's election fell short of the 1940 Presidential-year turnout, the number of ballots cast by women showed only a slight decline. The number of ballots cast by men declined considerably in New York State due to the absence of so many male voters now in the armed forces. All women running for re-election to seats in Congress won their races, with Mary Norton (D-N. J.), Edith Nourse Rogers (R-Mass.), Jessie Sumner (R-Ill.), Frances Bolton (R-Ohio), and Margaret Chase Smith (R-Me.) joined by the newly-elected Claire Boothe Luce (R-Connecticut) and Winifred Stanley (R-New York.) Mrs. Stanley, running as Representative-At-Large gathered more votes in the state of New York than any other candidate in any other race, save for Thomas E. Dewey. The first woman to hold a seat in Congress, Rep. Jeanette Rankin (D-Montana), chose not to run for re-election.

American Marines, supported by Army and Navy airmen, are pushing their admittedly-small offensive on Guadalcanal, vigorously enough to force the Japanese to abandon valuable equipment as they retreat. Twenty machine guns and two small artillery pieces were captured by American forces according to last night's communique.

(Ew, squared.)

Show business friends and colleagues are remembering George M. Cohan as a man who was beloved by all in the profession, a soft touch who was never mean, a friend who could always be counted on for $5 when things got tight, always accompanied with "and there's more if you need it." But Cohan had little use for critics, who he always felt interjected interpretations into his work that weren't ever actually there. "It's only a show," he'd shrug, and go on entertaining.

(YOU HAD TO BRING UP KERN)

Clifford Evans reports that "one of the city's major milk companies" is training all its milkmen in first aid, so that in the event of an actual air raid, there will be "plenty of additional competent men scattered thruout the city to help the wardens."

Meat may be in short supply, but an excellent substitute exists in an ample supply of nuts now making its way to your corner store. A bumper crop this year of more than 300,000,000 pounds of walnuts, almonds, pecans, and filberts more than makes up for last year's failure of the tree nut crop, and as a concentrated source of food protein these nuts should find a place on your menu not just as snacks for nibbling, but as an important part of your regular mealtime menu. Nuts can be served in share-the-meat dishes as a nutritious and flavorful filler, alongside vegetables, or in salads and desserts with equal satisfaction. Not only are tree nuts a fine source of protein, they also furnish essential fats, food minerals such as iron and calcium, and an ample cross section of vitamins, including A, B-1, and G.

(They can't start drafting 18 and 19 year olds soon enough.)

Two members of the Jehovah's Witnesses were convicted today in Brooklyn Felony Court of draft evasion, after a jury rejected their claim to being ordained ministers. Clifford W. Ferris of East Hempstead and Harry Robert Johnson of Staten Island were not named on a list of "official ministers" of the sect submitted by Assistant U. S. Attorney Albert V. DeMeo. The jury deliberated less than ten minutes before returning a guilty verdict for each man.

("Not'teh pint?" queries Joe. "Make it two," agrees Sally.)

(Fish in a barrel.)

("Thank you, goodbye." "You're s'posed to tip him, stupid!" "Thank you, goodbye.")

("Up yours," snorts Kay.)

(NOW HIRING EXTRA DOGS FOR WALK ON PARTS. LINES BUT NO SCREEN CREDIT. MUST GET ALONG WITH AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG. APPLY F. BECK BKLYN EAGLE.)

(Circulation's a cutthroat racket.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

The Butch vs. Eddie story would work even better as a musical.

I bet Bobby Clark can't wait to get into court...

"All Stove In." Shanghai nothing, you're really Skowhegan Peg!

Yeah, they spent the whole project budget on that "spooky room of mirrors" thing, and the two-way television rig.

"Don't save your kisses, just pass them around -- nobody'll know that you passed them around -- a hundred years from todayyyyyy..."

"GO PLAY IN YOUR WORKSHOP HARRY!"

Careful what you wish for.

This is no time to be thinking about baseball, kid.

Odds: Harry the hood broke jail and is coming for Harold -- 3-1. Igor the knife guy used to hang around with Senga escaped from a prison camp in Scotland and is coming for Harold -- 10-1. Truck McClusky faked his death and is coming for Harold -- 50-1. Selective Service figured out how old he is and is coming for Harold -- 100-1.

They really do need to do something about the Raymond Street Jail.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Oh and...

I know where I'll be.

 

[Fading Fast]

(Ew.)
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The boy and girl hanging themselves, but not at the same time, is just awful, but it's also hard to even imagine that two kids at that young age, nine and ten, would go through with what is not a simple suicide, independent of each other.

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(NOW HIRING EXTRA DOGS FOR WALK ON PARTS. LINES BUT NO SCREEN CREDIT. MUST GET ALONG WITH AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG. APPLY F. BECK BKLYN EAGLE.)

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Between all the demand from the armed services and, now, this little boomlet in dog comicstrip roles, there's no reason an able-bodied dog shouldn't be gainfully employed. Which, indirectly, make me wonder if the turtle from "Sparky Watts" ever found work. I know he was slow in putting his resume together.

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I bet Bobby Clark can't wait to get into court...
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"A two-weeks closing notice to the cast...had been posted....But yesterday, a management spokesman announced that increased business since then might cancel the order."

Apparently, there really is no such thing as bad publicity.

Also, I've read (don't know if it's true) that alcohol consumption actually went up during prohibition.

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Yeah, they spent the whole project budget on that "spooky room of mirrors" thing, and the two-way television rig.
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The Basements 'r Us rep recommended, at the start of the project, that Prune Face not spend the bulk of the budget on the entrance way, but you know how stubborn the client can be, plus, he's all about splashy appearances.

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Careful what you wish for.
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Never having had servants, I can only guess, but it's never looked appealing to me to have a bunch of people living in your house even if they are there to "serve" you. The best part of being home is that there are no other people, or only the few people you want, there. And, Bim, dear Bim, you can't seriously be thinking of moving next to Andy.

Oh and...

I know where I'll be.

Oh God yes, it's marriage rubbernecking. I'll meet you right out front and we can go to H&H for a late night piece of pie afterwards.