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(Keep 'em flying, Anne Magas!)
American and Australian patrols, mopping up in the wake of blasted Japanese forces, killed 135 enemy stragglers, and found 90 more dead from starvation in the North Papuan sector of New Guinea, according to a communique from the headquarters of General Douglas MacArthur. As Allied patrols harassed the enemy in the Kumsi-Opi River sectors between the Gona Mission, down the the northeastern New Guinea coast from the big Japanese base at Salamaua, other Australian forces were following up their damaging defeat of a 3000-man enemy force in the area of Wau and Mubo Village, just south of Salamua.
Allied Boston and Ventura bombers escorted by "many squadrons" of fighter planes attacked docks and shipping facilities at Boulogne and St. Malo, France, and the iron and steel work at Ijumden, Holland, the British Air Ministry reported last night. The fighters made supporting and diversionary sweeps, in the course of which they destroyed three enemy fighters. Six Allied fighters were lost in the raids, but all bombers returned safely to base.
("Ma neveh got oveh we din' have a choich wedd'n," sighs Sally. "Rings f'm a pawn shop, ten minutes at Borra Hawl," recalls Joe. "An'nen a wedd'n breakfas' at Hawrn n' Hawrda't's. Pretty good deal, I t'ink." "It ain' t'bill ya run up," nods Sally. "It's whatcha get f'ya money 'at counts. Now pass me s'mor'a t'em choc'lates, an' not one'a 'tem ones wit'ta funny white stuff in it." "I din' get non'a t'em," declares Joe. "I sez t'teh guy downa Schriebstein's, I sez, 'Sal wants cawr'm'ls an' caw'rm'ls she shall have." "Yeah," says Sally, popping one into her mouth. "I keep f'gett'n'ney ac'sh'lly sell canny down'neah.")
Naval authorities are conducting an intensive investigation into the death of Seaman Second Class Robert O. DeWolfe, the 22-year-old sailor whose body was found by IRT track walkers yesterday morning, 100 feet east of the Clark Street platform on the eastbound 7th Avenue line. Authorities have yet to determine if DeWolfe fell onto the tracks or if he was a victim of muggers who threw him off a speeding train. Police had the body removed to Cumberland Hospital where it was determined that the sailor, a native of North Field, Minnesota, had died from a fractured skull, but also had other injuries.
Private Jakie Webb, Cafe Society playboy turned phony Army captain turned guardhouse prisoner, is back in an Army psychiatric hospital near Reno, Nevada today after he was recaptured by authorities following an escape attempt. Private Webb, scion of New York's famous Vanderbilt family, had climbed out of a second story window clad only in a red Government Issue bathrobe and house slippers. Webb, most accustomed to weaving his way among night club tables, managed to elude Nevada State Police and walked ten miles to the Reno city limits, hired a taxicab, and checked himself into one of the city's finest hotels. Registering under the name of "Bill Derton," Webb told the incredulous desk clerk that "he couldn't sleep at home." Police arrived ten minutes later and took him back into custody. He is being investigated by Army psychiatrists in preparation for a court martial on charges of impersonating and officer and bringing disgrace upon the Army uniform.
(Meanwhile, Chuck Dressen draws his unemployment check and wonders "WHERE DID I GO WRONG?")
(Barney doesn't look much like a welterweight anymore. Must be those GI rations.)
The new Spencer Tracy-Katherine Hepburn mystery-drama "Keeper of the Flame," soon to open at Radio City Music Hall, will be Private George Cukor's adieu to the screen for the duration. The director, known for his accomplishments with such films as "The Philadelphia Story," "The Women," "Dinner at Eight," "A Bill of Divorcement," and last year's Tracy-Hepburn hit "Woman of the Year," was inducted into the Army at the completion of the new film, declaring that after twelve years at MGM, he'd gotten "a better offer from Uncle Sam."
(You must admit the "Ha-Ha!" is a nice touch. And nice to see Prune Face has already found another gig.)
(I bet that chair was a gift from Alice Marble, eh King?)
(Seriously, though, isn't that the only reason to own a bronze bust of yourself?)
(Hahahahahahahahahaha!)
(You're slipping, Mary. A couple years ago you would've spotted that right off. And I wonder if there's a real estate agency somewhere that specializes in Lairs, Hideouts, and Hidden Chambers?)
(Actually, the creator of those "Value Me As You Please" coins only marked them that way because he had, at first, attempted to pass a ha'penny's worth of copper off for threepence, and every tavernkeeper in Connecticut had thrown him out. True story.)