The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Ahhh, Madeline, you poor delusional fool.

She isn't wrong.

That pit is gonna get awful crowded.

And they call Petrillo a "racketeer."

Mr. Clark again proves what a superior artist he is -- Daughter's expression is subtly priceless.

Isn't anybody looking for Rouge??

"Fortunately, though, I still have my trusty wa--- OH DAMN!"

"YOU MEAN HE'S FINALLY COME TO HIS SENSES AT LAST??"

Next time I worry about my weight, I will take comfort in knowing that it could be worse.

"And to think I never told Suzie Q how I really felt."

 

[LizzieMaine]

Oh, and...

At least they don't have a little arrow pointing to the ball.

 

[Fading Fast]

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("All roit now, Leonora darlin," says Ma Sweeney, lifting her granddaughter away from the kitchen table. "Ye mama's come to take ye home now." "He'p Gra'ma WOIK!" enthuses Leonora. "Whassatcha got in ya hand honey?" says Sally. "Izzata piece a'papeh?" "Isn't it a wonnnder how a little garrl can get into things," Ma Sweeney hastens. "Makin' her little scribbles with a pencil!" "Lessee whatcha wrote," smiles Sally, taking the crumpled slip from her daughter's grip. "Says heeh 'Fifty cents -- One-Seven-Nine, combinate." "Yes indeed, she's a marvelous child, she is," Ma interrupts, grabbing the slip away and shoving it down the front of her dress. "Sooch an i-mag-in-ation! She should be in school already, oi'll be bound! So, then, daughter -- how'd ye examination go?" "Aw," sighs Sally. "I dunno. T'ey said I was helt'y enough-- but t'ey gimme an eye tes', an' said I need t'get glasses! If I c'n do t'at, I c'n stawrt woik nex' week, but I dunno..." "Glasses!" huffs Ma. "At yoor age!" "I'm t'oity yeehs old, Ma." Sally replies. "I'm get'n old. Glasses is jus' t'stawrt of it." "Count nick'ls!" interjects Leonora. "Nick'ls!" "Ahhh, that's right darlin', you come back again an' we'll coont s'more nickels, that we will." "You an' ya nickels," Sally chuckles. "What is it wit' you an' nickels?" "I seen an article in a Soonday supplement," explains Ma. "They said if ye find a nickel from 1913 wi' a Liberty head on it, you can toorn it in for fifty dollars." "Fifty dollehs f'ra nick'l? Ah, ya nuts, Ma." "Even so, daughter, ye must allow an old wooman her foolishm'nts. Now be off wi'ye, must be close time for little garrls t' go t'bed." "Play m'chine!" begs Leonora. "Wanna play m'chine!" "Machine?" puzzles Sally. "Whas'sis now?" But she gets no reply, as Ma quickly pushes them into the hallway and closes the door.)
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We all know the blinders many have on when it comes to family members, but Sally won't be able to sustain hers for Ma with Leonora there every day.

If at all possible, Sally should find work in Brooklyn or Manhattan, that commute will kill her.

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A demand that the present "shape up" system underwhich longshoremen are hired by going from dock to dock seeking work be changed because it hampers the war effort was made yesterday at a meeting of 500 members of Brooklyn's seven locals of the Invernational Longshoremen's Union AFL. The rank and file stevedores, meeting at Star Hall, 117 Carroll Street, voted to urge that union president Joseph P. Ryan and other union officials take immediate steps to establishing a hiring hall system of employment. The resolution also charged that ILU officials have "repeatedly rejected all efforts to guarantee a steady supply of labor to load and unload ships which are vital to our war effort," and that leaders have refused to meet with rank-and-file workers' committees to find a solution to this vital problem. Speakers at the meeting also charged that the "shapeup" method of hiring gives hiring bosses a chance to demand kickbacks from men in exchange for work. The meeting was orderly, with several policemen posted outside the hall.
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What happens on the waterfront will lead to "On the Waterfront."

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(It's always good to see that Mr. Leff has made it thru another year.)
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What kind of food is "Haggadah?"

Google? : The Haggadah (Hebrew: הַגָּדָה, "telling"; plural: Haggadot) is a Jewish text that sets forth the order of the Passover Seder. (from Wikipedia)

Oh, so not a food. And I fancy myself informed as I live in a very Jewish city, but that is a new word to me.

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(Billy is right though, the Yankees, on paper, look positively limp. GO BROWNS!)
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So, yes, baseball is a warm-weather sport.

Would they allow a horse to be named "Gold Shower" today?

And in the Daily News...

Ahhh, Madeline, you poor delusional fool.
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Madeline was no innocent bystander though.

All these convicted murderers want clemency, but there can be no clemency for Susan Flora Reich.

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That pit is gonna get awful crowded.
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I've needed a Daily News quality three-dimensional detailed diagram of this entire castle with its secret passages, underground rooms, tunnels, etc., for a few weeks now as I get the concept, but don't have an image in my head of how it all comes together. I love the underground "doc" for subs though - that was a huge secret dredging project for Basements 'r Us proving the necessity of its dredging division.

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"Fortunately, though, I still have my trusty wa--- OH DAMN!"
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Or he gave the Arab man his watch as a thank you and these three unfairly took it back. Somebody is going to shoot this reporter and it might not be the enemy.

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Next time I worry about my weight, I will take comfort in knowing that it could be worse.
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I live in NYC, I have dated girls who would kill themselves if they put on six pounds in one day. I've seen one pound on a stupid and inaccurate home scale cause no end of grief.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Every Seder I've attended has used a haggadah sponsored by Maxwell House Coffee...

 

[LizzieMaine]

Meanwhile, speaking of the Brooklyn waterfront and mob corruption, I was very happy to learn that just last month a monument was finally placed on the long-unmarked grave of Pete Panto, rank-and-file longshorman activist and hard-charging opponent of the "shape-up" system. Longtime Day by Day readers will recall that Mr. Panto vanished in 1939 and his body was found buried in a quicklime pit in New Jersey in 1941. It was concluded that he had been rubbed out by the Murder for Money Gang, but so far no one has been prosecuted for that murder. Abe "Kid Twist" Reles was believed to know the real story behind Panto's killing, and the names of the men who did it, but he took those secrets with him to his own grave when he fell out that hotel window. The crime officially remains unsolved.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Yeah," yeahs Joe. "Slappy boit'day, Adolf, wit' love from ya pal Tim O'Shenko! Heh!" "Hmph," hmphs Sally, gazing into the mirror over the kitchen sink with her thumbs and forefingers looped over her eyes. "Whassawlis?" queries Joe. "Whatchadoin'?" "Try'na get us'ta how I'm gonna look wit' glasses on," sighs Sally. "I wen' downtown t'is mawrnin, downa Busch's, got fitted. Be ready'na coupla days." "Y'detoimined t'do t'is, ain'cha?" Joe inquires. "I tol' ya I t'ey was lookin' f'trainees at Sperry's. I tol'ya I c'd getcha in." "An' I tol' ya," replies Sally, "why I don' wanna do t'at." "Aw," dismisses Joe. "T'at again." "Yeah," responds Sally in a firm tone. "T'at again. I don' t'ink it'd be good f'rus t'be woikin' inna same place. What if it gets bombed? What if we bot' get kilt? What hapn's t'Leonoreh? Huh?" "An' I said it befoeh an' I say it again," retorts Joe. "How likely izzat? Huh? How likely?" "Nobody in London t'ought t'ey was gonna get bombed neiteh," retorts Sally. "Nobody in Stalingrad. Nobody in ennya'tem places eveh t'ought t'ey was gonna get bombed." "Nobody says ya'd hafta woik at t'same plant as me. Y'c'd woik out ta Lake Success, like I done when I was trainin'. 'At's wheah alla new people go anyways." "Yeah, woik t'at ovehnight shift? Ride'na Lawnguylan' Rail Road awla time?" "T' H&M ain' no betteh. Goin' t' Joisey six days a week? NOBODY wants t'go t'Joisey even ONE day a week."" "Yeah, but at least I get t'see ya once in a while. If I'm at Sperry's we'd neveh see each ot'eh. Might as well put Leonoreh in a home!" "Y'gonna do t'is, ain'cha?" "I am," declares Sally, her arms folded. "Well," shrugs Joe. "Keep'm flyin'.")

Soviet Guards in the northwest Caucasus today wiped out a wedge driven into their lines by more than 3000 German troops, with strong tank support in a night attack. At least 100 German officers and men were killed, boosting to more than 2100 the number sacrificed by the Germans in 24 hours of futile counterattacks aimed at breaking the Soviet arc hemming them back against the sea. A large air fleet was supporting the German counter-blows in the Caucasus. Red Air Force pilots and Soviet anti-aircraft gunners shot down 17 of the Nazi planes and and damaged seven more. On the ground, the Red Army held its fire until the enemy was within point-blank range, and then opened fire from all directions, killing more than 2000 Germans in a sweep.

In his first analysis of the Pacific military situation since taking command of American air forces in China, Major General Claire G. Chennault warned today that the Allies must "continue to pour the heat on Japan" in order to prevent Japanese use of conquered territories for war purposes. Gen. Chennault further suggested that the Japanese may be planning a limited offensive to forestall an Allied drive "they know is coming," but he expressed doubt that a major Japanese move is imminent, hinting that both manpower and materiels are in short supply for the Japanese armed forces, especially when it is considered how wide the Pacific and Far Eastern land and sea fronts are. Gen. Chennault's report also commends Chinese pilots now flying in combat formations on full operational duty alongside American flyers. "I defy anyone," the general declared, "to tell the difference between American and Chinese pilots in combat."

The Second Federal Reserve District, of which Brooklyn is a part, is now within seven percent of meeting its $3,000,000,000 quota for war bond sales during the Second War Loan Drive. As of 11 this morning, total bond sales to sources other than commercial banks for the district since the campaign kicked off last week come to $2,785,000,000.

A Staten Island woman required the help of a police emergency squad, a neighborhood doctor, and a dentist last night to extract her finger from the spout of a can of floor wax. 25-year-old Mrs. Mildred Shaw of 171 Westervelt Avenue, New Brighton, was attempting to clear an obstruction in the spout by poking in her index finger, but could not pull that finger back out. Police Emergency Squad number 10 reported to the scene, and tried to free Mrs. Shaw with a ring cutter, but were not successful. Dr. Joseph Diamond of 195 Westervelt Avenue was then summoned, but all the powers of medicine could not extract the finger from the can. Finally, Dr. Diamond summoned his brother, Dr. Benjamin Diamond, DDS, who arrived with a tiny diamond disk used for grinding teeth. The Diamond brothers carefully applied that disc to the spout and were finally able to cut Mrs. Shaw free without harming her finger. Police estimated a full hour elapsed between the time they were called to the scene and Mrs. Shaw was extricated.

(Isn't that a mystery PLATINUM blonde woman? Or did she have it dyed while she was waiting? Gotta be careful with that, use too much of that stuff and it'll start falling out.)

Six hundred and twenty five retail grocers have been summoned for hearings before the Department of Markets on accusations that they violated the Weights and Measures Act by selling certain items above posted ceiling prices. Mayor LaGuardia also made public today a telegram from Charles Ackerman, secretary of the Food Distributors Board of Trade, in which Mr. Ackerman threatened to call a strike on egg sales unless the Mayor stops prosecuting ceiling price violators or unless the OPA amends its wholesale ceiling price on eggs to reduce the cost to retailers. The Mayor, in releasing the telegram, indicated that he will meet with Mr. Ackerman today. While acknowledging that the situation with wholesalers needs to be clarified, the Mayor declared that he "cannot agree not to prosecute for violations." The Mayor further stated that he has wired Chester Davis of the OPA requesting that ungraded eggs be placed below the wholesale ceiling price, allowing those retailers who choose to carry those eggs to be in compliance with the ceiling price law.

Poultry farming in a Forest Hills subdivision is prohibited under the terms of a thirty-year-old restriction dating back to the initial construction of the neighborhood. Justice Henry G. Wentzel Jr. in Supreme Court in Jamaica issued a writ yesterday requiring Mrs. Albert R. Claus of 53 Greenway North to discontinue keeping a flock of chickens at the rear of her home in the Forest Hills Gardens development after members of the Forest Hills Gardens Association called his attention to a clause in the 1913 deed to the property specifically barring its use for "chicken yards, cattle pens, distileries, or breweries." While acknowledging that Mrs. Claus's efforts to raise chickens for eggs and as broilers may be helpful to the war effort, the Judge also suggested some might believe tearing down the courthouse to plant cabbages might also help the war effort, but "the possible gain would not compensate the loss."

(You know an act is running out of steam when it starts repeating old material.)

The young girl who asked a Flatbush policeman to take her to jail for the night because she couldn't remember her name is back home today. Her parents, after reading about her in the newspaper, came forward to identify her as 17-year-old Carmen Pericas of 48 Woodruff Avenue. They did not, however, know or recognize the two dogs Miss Pericas was leading when she approached a policeman Saturday night at the corner of Flatbush Avenue and Pacific Street. Those dogs remain, for now, at the Children's Society Shelter, and will be turned over to the ASPCA.

("Well, I say it's ONE POINT, and I say THE HELL WITH IT.")

(The fact that they've (1.) altered the ball and (2.) find it necessary to DISTINCTLY MARK the new balls, which I don't think has ever been done before, suggests that nobody is especially confident that the new ball is going to be any good. If you've got any 1942 balls left, BETTER HOLD ONTO "EM.)

The baseball program will resume at Jamaica High School in Queens -- due to the intervention of Dodger Dixie Walker. Jamaica High dropped baseball in 1938, but the elongated Brooklyn outfielder, "who always has the happy faculty of showing up at the right time and doing the right thing," appeared as the guest speaker at a student rally on behalf of restoring the program, and as a result of his exhortation, a passing-of-the-hat yielded $300 over the $400 quota set by the school principal as necessary for the purchase of equipment. Walker himself kicked off the fundraising drive by tossing in $10 of his own.

Leo Durocher's career as a radio comedian continues tonight with a return engagement on "Duffy's Tavern," at 8:30 pm over WJZ -- and this time he'll bring along his own straight man. The Lip will be joined at the microphone by his arch rival, soft-spoken Giant manager Mel Ott. Ed "Archie" Gardner will stand between the two in an effort to keep them from coming to blows on the air.

(Just what did you DO at Guadalcanal, Captain?)

(Gawdawmighty, he got the ACTUAL Tallulah Bankhead in to play the part. Scarlett better keep to herself!)

(Pfft. Some secret operative you are. Don't they teach you in spy school the first thing you do is look closely at the eyes of all portraits?)

("AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO CAT! Yeah, I like the sound of that!")

("Well, OK, let's see ya hypnotize my dad!")

 

[LizzieMaine]

Proverbs 26:11.

Hey Bonnie....

HO! HO!

Small world, isn't it?

Point of order: who even carries a dagger anymore? Isn't the current rub-out weapon of choice an ice pick?

Mama's been waiting ten years for a chance like this.

"And THEN he picked my pocket!"

There's a reason why the divorce rate is skyrocketing.

Emmy wants in on that extra pay for cheesecake shots.

Or you could CALL IN THE FBI.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Oh, and...

Settle down, Hig, you're a married man.

 

[Fading Fast]

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A Staten Island woman required the help of a police emergency squad, a neighborhood doctor, and a dentist last night to extract her finger from the spout of a can of floor wax. 25-year-old Mrs. Mildred Shaw of 171 Westervelt Avenue, New Brighton, was attempting to clear an obstruction in the spout by poking in her index finger, but could not pull that finger back out. Police Emergency Squad number 10 reported to the scene, and tried to free Mrs. Shaw with a ring cutter, but were not successful. Dr. Joseph Diamond of 195 Westervelt Avenue was then summoned, but all the powers of medicine could not extract the finger from the can. Finally, Dr. Diamond summoned his brother, Dr. Benjamin Diamond, DDS, who arrived with a tiny diamond disk used for grinding teeth. The Diamond brothers carefully applied that disc to the spout and were finally able to cut Mrs. Shaw free without harming her finger. Police estimated a full hour elapsed between the time they were called to the scene and Mrs. Shaw was extricated.
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So in one hour, this woman had the police, a doctor and a dentist all come to her house and work to extract her finger from a can of floor wax. Today, you might get the police in under an hour, but probably not for a non-emergency call and good luck with the other two - you'd be carting your finger and can around to their offices and spending plenty of time filling out forms and sitting in waiting rooms before anyone actually looked at your finger.

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(Isn't that a mystery PLATINUM blonde woman? Or did she have it dyed while she was waiting? Gotta be careful with that, use too much of that stuff and it'll start falling out.)
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Other than the adjective describing the mystery witness' hair color, nothing has change as I'd still guess the defendants are guilty, but they should not be convicted on this completely garbage evidence.

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Poultry farming in a Forest Hills subdivision is prohibited under the terms of a thirty-year-old restriction dating back to the initial construction of the neighborhood. Justice Henry G. Wentzel Jr. in Supreme Court in Jamaica issued a writ yesterday requiring Mrs. Albert R. Claus of 53 Greenway North to discontinue keeping a flock of chickens at the rear of her home in the Forest Hills Gardens development after members of the Forest Hills Gardens Association called his attention to a clause in the 1913 deed to the property specifically barring its use for "chicken yards, cattle pens, distileries, or breweries." While acknowledging that Mrs. Claus's efforts to raise chickens for eggs and as broilers may be helpful to the war effort, the Judge also suggested some might believe tearing down the courthouse to plant cabbages might also help the war effort, but "the possible gain would not compensate the loss."
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That is an utterly stupid analogy. Using her backyard to raise chickens is not the same as "tearing down the courthouse to plant cabbages." Has anybody checked to see if this idiot judge really graduated from law school (or high school)?

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("AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO CAT! Yeah, I like the sound of that!")
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The cat's speech trolling Bo is the funniest thing we've seen in this strip since it started.

Proverbs 26:11.
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I think he's past religious edification, but the one thing we have learned is that if you ever need a prenup, Manville's lawyer is the one you want drawing it up a Manville seems to have kept his money though six, going on seven, divorces. That's not an easy thing to do.

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Hey Bonnie....
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"The statement is true unless the girl is undesirable or ugly."

One, settle down Ms. Howe, also, if the above statement is true, think about what your next statement says about you.

Sadly, I think she is wrong as those who have received little attention in life are often quite susceptible to a scammer's attention.

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"And THEN he picked my pocket!"
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I'm still guessing the watch was a gift of thanks.

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Emmy wants in on that extra pay for cheesecake shots.
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I think she's going to be disappointed.

Oh, and...

Settle down, Hig, you're a married man.

Drum Major Harriet Beck has an awesome laugh that lights up her entire face.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Buncha whatchacawl juvenile d'linquents," huffs Joe. "Somebody needs t'-- hey! You got glasses on!" "Heh," hehs Sally. "I wondehed when you was gonna notice. I wen' downtown an' picked'm up while you was still in bed. Fast soivice, I ask ya!" "Huh." huhs Joe. "Y'look diff'nt. Y'look, I dunno, whatchacawl -- studious. You know, like y'otta be on 'Infehmation Please" a'sump'n. Whassawoid? Innehlectual!" Sally gazes intently at her husband, and tilts her head to the side. She stands up and walks carefully around to his side of the table, scanning him a full three hundred and sixty degrees. "Huh," she finally exhales. "Can y'beat t'at." "What?" whats Joe, a bit peturbed by this intense inspection. "Whassamatteh?" "Awlese yeehs, an' I neveh noticed be'foeh." "What?" sputters Joe. "Whatchatawkin' bout? What??" "Wow," wows Sally. "If'at don' beat e'vryt'ing. IMAGINE'a t'ings ya neveh notice t'ill ya look close. WOW." "SAL!" pleads Joe. "WHAAT?" "Look," hurries Sally, puling on her coat and hat. "I gotta run out'fra bit. Me an' Leonora. I gotta -- I gotta run out f'ra bit." And with a hustle and a bustle, Sally packs her daughter out the door. Joe sits and listens to their footsteps clattering down the stairs. He sits for a long moment, and notices Stella the Cat, regarding him intently from under the stove. "WHAT?????")

A three-month-old boy from Woodside died yesterday as a result of an infection caused by two safety pins in his stomach, the second death of a child in the same home in a little over a year. An autopsy performed on the body of Edmund T. Farrell, infant, revealed the two pins, one closed and one open. Astoria police reported that a year ago they were called to the Farrell home, 52-23 31st Avenue, to investigate the drowning of an eight-month-old baby in the family bathtub. Mrs. Farrell told police that she found Edmund seriously ill yesterday and summoned a doctor, but too late. Police records also showed that Edmund had had a previous narrow escape on April 9th when he was given emergency treatment for submersion while his mother was giving him a bath. After a short hospital stay, the baby was sent home with his mother.

A 22-year-old Boerum Hill woman faces charges of child abandonment after leaving her two children alone in her apartment at 288 State Street while she wandered the streets in a daze. Mrs. May Littleton left her 3-year-old daughter Dorothy and her 2-year-old son Francis behind early yesterday morning and spent the day wandering randomly and aimlessly riding the subway. Around 430 PM she telephoned her landlady, Mrs. Yvonne Howard, and told her to turn the children over to the police because she "didn't want them anymore." She then continued to wander aimlessly around the borough until she returned home at 9 pm to find the police waiting for her. "I wanted to kill myself and the babies," she told a detective, explaining that her husband walked out on her a year and a half ago, and she has not heard from him since. She has lived since then, she said, on home relief. Mrs. Littleton was taken to Felony Court for arraignment, while her two children were taken to the New York Foundling Hospital in Manhattan.

Point values of all frozen fruits and vegetables, and all rationed soups, whether canned, bottled, or dehydrated, will be reduced from one third to one half by an OPA order taking effect at midnight. At the same time, black-eyed peas, a great favorite in the South, will be taken off the ration list entirely. The OPA also indicated that they are considering a reduction in the point value of butter and some types of ham, as well as a further reduction in the point value of sausage and cold cuts. It was explained that such reductions are necessary to reduce waste of slow-selling, fast-spoiling items. It is suggested that there may also be a a two to three point increase in the point price of hamburger in order to encourage consumption of the reduced-value products.

(Hey, it beats slinging hash all day.)

Blood tests will be required as part of identification procedures for all persons arrested in the State of New York on felony and major misdemeanor charges, under a bill signed into law today by Governor Thomas E. Dewey. The new law will aid police in cases where criminals have undergone surgical operations to remove their fingerprints, since it is impossible for them to alter their blood type.

(Hmph. The Dodgers haven't worn pinstripes since 1936. Doesn't anybody proofread this stuff?)

Mayor LaGuardia, no stranger to the newsreel cameras, will be on your neighborhood screen again soon in a special film short promoting the Greater New York Fund Campaign for 1943. The Mayor stepped before the cameras at the March of Time's studio at Rockefeller Center alongside Wendell Willkie and former Governor Alfred E. Smith, to explain how "in war or peace, New York must care for its own." The three will be joined in the finished film by comedian Eddie Cantor, who is filming his part in Hollywood. The film is being contributed at no cost to the campaign by the producers of the March of Time series. It will be shown in all theatres city-wide starting May 3rd.

General John J. Pershing is now a private first class in the Army. A young private whose full legal name is General John J. Pershing Chesser was promoted to that rank this week at Camp Byron, Texas.

Orson Welles says he prefers classic stories of literature to be transferred to the motion picture screen in a style consistent with the period in which they were written. Hollywood's wonder boy, now starring at 20th Century Fox in a film version of "Jane Eyre" opposite Joan Fontaine, is pleased that the film will leave Charlotte Bronte's dialogue as written, without making allowances for modern habits of speech. "One of the most jarring notes of the screen," says Welles, "is the all too frequent modernizing of classic literature."

The Eagle Editorialist expresses the hope that Brooklyn can forget, for a couple of hours, the the strains and stresses of the war and let itself become absorbed tomorrow in the doings of the Dodgers. A full crowd at Ebbets Field should not make us feel self-conscious, especially when one of the biggest questions among the lads in North Africa is how the Dodgers will make out this year. "If you want an inside tip, we'll tell you: they're going to win the pennant!"

(When class consciousness dawns.)

(Dodgers 9 to 10, Giants 10 to 1. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

Red Barber will have a new assistant in the Dodger broadcast booth this season, with last year's sidekick Alan Hale and previous companion Brother Al Helfer both now in the armed forces. New assistant Connie Desmond worked with the Ol' Redhead on Football Dodgers games last fall, and last summer worked with Mel Allen covering the Yankees and Giants. Last year's cigarette sponsor will continue to bankroll the WHN broadcasts in 1943.

(Well, now. Please welcome our guest star, Adolphe Menjou.)

(Tallulah says "all right, I'll do this part, but I positively *WON'T* do any scenes with animals.)

("Learn German with Dan Dunn!")

("LOOK YOU HIRED ME TO GET RID OF AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG AND NOW I HAVE TO WORK WITH THIS STUPID CAT? YOU'RE PAYING THE FULL CONTRACT OR IT'S NO DICE! GET ME? Hello? Hello??")

(Ever have one of those days when you're trapped in a recursive space-time loop?)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And let's not forget...

I love Opening Day, even when it's rained out.

But also, don't forget...

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Won't this be fun!

DIdn't I say?? DIDN'T I SAY???

It's gotta be getting kinda smelly down there by now....

"But Bim, what would your wife think? Your kindly nephew?? AND YOUR DEAR MOTHER IN LAW?"

Stoop is a handy guy to have around.

Well, you just can't get the meat...

Mmm. Falafel!

Poor Emmy. That's what happens when you buy off the rack instead of going in for a fitting.

Three letters, kid. F. B. I.

 

[Fading Fast]

("Buncha whatchacawl juvenile d'linquents," huffs Joe. "Somebody needs t'-- hey! You got glasses on!" "Heh," hehs Sally. "I wondehed when you was gonna notice. I wen' downtown an' picked'm up while you was still in bed. Fast soivice, I ask ya!" "Huh." huhs Joe. "Y'look diff'nt. Y'look, I dunno, whatchacawl -- studious. You know, like y'otta be on 'Infehmation Please" a'sump'n. Whassawoid? Innehlectual!" Sally gazes intently at her husband, and tilts her head to the side. She stands up and walks carefully around to his side of the table, scanning him a full three hundred and sixty degrees. "Huh," she finally exhales. "Can y'beat t'at." "What?" whats Joe, a bit peturbed by this intense inspection. "Whassamatteh?" "Awlese yeehs, an' I neveh noticed be'foeh." "What?" sputters Joe. "Whatchatawkin' bout? What??" "Wow," wows Sally. "If'at don' beat e'vryt'ing. IMAGINE'a t'ings ya neveh notice t'ill ya look close. WOW." "SAL!" pleads Joe. "WHAAT?" "Look," hurries Sally, puling on her coat and hat. "I gotta run out'fra bit. Me an' Leonora. I gotta -- I gotta run out f'ra bit." And with a hustle and a bustle, Sally packs her daughter out the door. Joe sits and listens to their footsteps clattering down the stairs. He sits for a long moment, and notices Stella the Cat, regarding him intently from under the stove. "WHAT?????")
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A lot of trolling going on in many of our comicstrips lately. Joe and Bo should form a support group.

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A three-month-old boy from Woodside died yesterday as a result of an infection caused by two safety pins in his stomach, the second death of a child in the same home in a little over a year. An autopsy performed on the body of Edmund T. Farrell, infant, revealed the two pins, one closed and one open. Astoria police reported that a year ago they were called to the Farrell home, 52-23 31st Avenue, to investigate the drowning of an eight-month-old baby in the family bathtub. Mrs. Farrell told police that she found Edmund seriously ill yesterday and summoned a doctor, but too late. Police records also showed that Edmund had had a previous narrow escape on April 9th when he was given emergency treatment for submersion while his mother was giving him a bath. After a short hospital stay, the baby was sent home with his mother.
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Hopefully, 1940s version of social services (can't think of the name) or a prosecutor is looking into this.

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(Hey, it beats slinging hash all day.)
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She's either brave or stupid. Let's see how she holds up under cross.

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Orson Welles says he prefers classic stories of literature to be transferred to the motion picture screen in a style consistent with the period in which they were written. Hollywood's wonder boy, now starring at 20th Century Fox in a film version of "Jane Eyre" opposite Joan Fontaine, is pleased that the film will leave Charlotte Bronte's dialogue as written, without making allowances for modern habits of speech. "One of the most jarring notes of the screen," says Welles, "is the all too frequent modernizing of classic literature."
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How does Mr. Authenticity explain casting the stunningly beautiful Joan Fontaine to play the (as described by the author) "plain-" looking Jane Eyre?

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(Tallulah says "all right, I'll do this part, but I positively *WON'T* do any scenes with animals.)
..

Tallulah will be entering her picture in panel one in Fedora Lounge's 1943 Comicstrip Wasp Waist Competition.

And let's not forget...

I love Opening Day, even when it's rained out.

But also, don't forget...

It would be fun and interesting to see how many of these taverns are still open today.

I modestly regret never having gone to an Opening Day game.

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DIdn't I say?? DIDN'T I SAY???
...

Yes you did, but would you have written and posted a letter in 1943 to make the point?

 

[LizzieMaine]

("I'll tellya one t'ing," declares Joe. "Oncet'is wawr is oveh, I ain' neveh gonna miss a op'nin' day game again. Hey -- " he continues, noticing a package on the kitchen counter. "Whasinna box?" "Ovehrawls," declares Sally. "I wen' shoppin' at Davega while you was in bed. I got two paiehs'a ovehrawls f'woik." "Y'know," observes Joe, "t'longeh two people is married, t'ey say, t'moeh t;ey stawrt lookin' alike." "Nah," replies Sally. "mine'a gonna FIT." "Whassat'sposta mean?" huffs Joe. "My ovehrawls fit!" "You took a good look fr'm t'side lately? Awlem big meals ya eat'n on ol' man Gillmoeh's tab at t'at cafeteria..." "T'at's awl muscle," insists Joe. "Look heah," he continues, standing up and tensing up into a Charles Atlas pose. A button pops off his overalls and ricochets off the stove, sending Stella the Cat scurrying in pursuit. "Well," Joe huffs, "les'see YOU afteh y'been eatin awf'ta ration inna cafeteria f'ra while.")

Police today raided a candy store in the Bedford-Stuyvesant district where, it is alleged, the proprietor had been running, for nearly a year, a school for juvenile thieves. Police arrested 51-year-old Harry Israel, operator of the small confectionery establishment at 1339 Fulton Street and charged him with receiving stolen property from a ring of more than fifty boys whom, it is charged, he had trained to rob homes and stores in the neighborhood, in exchange for half the sales price of the stolen articles. Police had observed the candy store for several months, after noticing that the shop seemed to possess a larger and more varied stock of merchandise than usual for an establishment of its type and size. Last night, the Pfister & Sisterley Drug Store, at Fulton Street and Nostrand Avenue reported the theft by three small boys of eighteen cakes of soap. Acting on a hunch, detectives went to the Israel store and found the box of soap and one of the boys in the back room. That boy's testimony implicated his cohorts and his alleged mentor. Police recovered approximately $800 worth of stolen goods in the store, and are holding the merchandise as material evidence in the case.

New quotas in the Second War Loan Drive were set today for the nation and for the New York district as the campaign exceeded the original $3,000,000,000 goal, as figures for Region 7 of the Victory Loan Committee, encompassing Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and Long Island, indicated that the new goal for that section has already been closely approached if not already passed. Unveiling a new war loan "thermometer" sign on the steps of the Subtreasury Building in Manhattan, District War Finance Committee Chairman Allan Sproul announced that the original quota has been exceeded by $475,000,000, and the new district goal of $4,000,000,000 is well within reach. "Our real goal is the maximum amount each individual in the district can by," he stressed. "No quota is high enough which falls short of that maximum."

The Navy announced today that a large force of U. S. Army bombers has delivered another devastating attack on Nauru Island, a Japanese base in the Gilbert group guarding one of the approaches to the enemy's naval stronghold at Turk. The attack was carried out in the face of intense anti-aircraft fire and fighter plane interception. A Navy war bulletin reported that "much damage was done to Japanese installations." Five and possibly seven defending Zeros were shot down during the attack.

The historic meeting of President Roosevelt and President Avila Camacho of Mexico was hailed officially today as "a perfect demonstration of the good-neighbor policy." Mexican Foreign Minister Esquiel Padilla said that President Avila Camacho would carry home with him "the firmest conviction" that the meeting brought American-Mexican relations to "the pinnacle of friendship."

(Or if you don't like chicken, how about Easter liverwurst?)

With Eli Schoenbrun and John Cullen scheduled to meet their fate in the electric chair at Sing Sing Prison in just one week for the 1942 murder of wealthy refugee Mrs. Susie F. Reich, the 45-year-old Cullen remains, as he was during the trial last year, the "forgotten man" of the case. While publicity swirled during the case around Schoenbrun and his relationship with the comely Miss Madeline Webb, now serving a life sentence for her role int he crime, little was heard from or about Cullen. And even now, with a week left before his execution is scheduled to take place, Cullen has had no visitors since his imprisonment.

(If the Dodgers don't win the pennant, they could always go on a vaudeville tour. Leo can do his comedy routine, Dixie can sing, Owen can juggle. Too bad Casey's gone to war, he could offer to fight anybody in the crowd for $2.)

(The Boy from Marketing.)

(I have never gone out of my way to see a Skelton picture, but I may have to make an exception for this one, if only to see Our Boys in action.)

The Cuban Stars invade Dexter Park on Sunday to give the Bushwicks a run for their money in a doubleheader marking the Woodhaven crew's first clash of the season with Negro talent. The Stars, managed by Jose Fernandez, expect to have one of the strongest pitching staffs in the Negro National League this season, with Rudolph Fernandez -- Jose's brother -- joined on the mound crew by Impo Barnhill, Barney Morris, Ben Howard, George Anderson, and, if the manager can swing a deal, Leroy Matlock, the hard-throwing left hander who spent last summer with the Diablos Rojos of Mexico City.

("KInd? Yes, I am, at that. And don't forget suave. I'm very suave.")

(Seriously? When you can do so much better than a guy who rides around in a buggy?)

("What? Haven't you ever seen a nice suitcase? Look here, genuine pigskin, monogrammed and everything. Last time I was arrested, the police chief couldn't take his eyes off of it.")

(WHAT'S THIS I HEAR ABOUT A RABIES SCARE?)

(Write in code, kid. It's the only safe way.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"KIds t'day," shrugs Joe. "It wasn' like t'at in t'oity-eight," huffs Sally. "T'ey make it out a lot woisn' it was." "Howda you know?" argues Joe. "We could'n ev'n get in." "Well no," Sally acknowledges. "But we seen it. We was close." "We was two blocks away!" retorts Joe. "We spen'nat whole night sittin' at t' Mayfloweh Donut!" "Well, OK," acknowledges Sally. "But we seen t'plice cawrs comin'. AN'NEAH WASN'NAT MANY!"

NOW SEE WHAT YOU STARTED

"HO! HO! Very well, Annie -- issue these guns to the Junior Commandos at once!"

And it works, too, when you drip vinegar on a Buffalo nickel with a worn-off date!

War Is Hell!

And the Skippuh is -- Pat Ryan (2-1) Dude Hennick (5-1) Bucky Wing (10-1) Hu Shee (100-1)

"Well, IF YOU INSIST!"

The problem with aliases is keeping them straight.

This would make an excellent movie with Joel McCrea as Pete Mist, Conrad Veidt as a German officer, and Nigel DeBrulier as the Arab.

"At least until the FBI gets here."

 

[LizzieMaine]

Oh, and...

How's that new ball working out again?

 

[Fading Fast]

("I'll tellya one t'ing," declares Joe. "Oncet'is wawr is oveh, I ain' neveh gonna miss a op'nin' day game again. Hey -- " he continues, noticing a package on the kitchen counter. "Whasinna box?" "Ovehrawls," declares Sally. "I wen' shoppin' at Davega while you was in bed. I got two paiehs'a ovehrawls f'woik." "Y'know," observes Joe, "t'longeh two people is married, t'ey say, t'moeh t;ey stawrt lookin' alike." "Nah," replies Sally. "mine'a gonna FIT." "Whassat'sposta mean?" huffs Joe. "My ovehrawls fit!" "You took a good look fr'm t'side lately? Awlem big meals ya eat'n on ol' man Gillmoeh's tab at t'at cafeteria..." "T'at's awl muscle," insists Joe. "Look heah," he continues, standing up and tensing up into a Charles Atlas pose. A button pops off his overalls and ricochets off the stove, sending Stella the Cat scurrying in pursuit. "Well," Joe huffs, "les'see YOU afteh y'been eatin awf'ta ration inna cafeteria f'ra while.")
...

What? No "ED HEAD! ED HEAD! ED HEAD!"

...

Police today raided a candy store in the Bedford-Stuyvesant district where, it is alleged, the proprietor had been running, for nearly a year, a school for juvenile thieves. Police arrested 51-year-old Harry Israel, operator of the small confectionery establishment at 1339 Fulton Street and charged him with receiving stolen property from a ring of more than fifty boys whom, it is charged, he had trained to rob homes and stores in the neighborhood, in exchange for half the sales price of the stolen articles. Police had observed the candy store for several months, after noticing that the shop seemed to possess a larger and more varied stock of merchandise than usual for an establishment of its type and size. Last night, the Pfister & Sisterley Drug Store, at Fulton Street and Nostrand Avenue reported the theft by three small boys of eighteen cakes of soap. Acting on a hunch, detectives went to the Israel store and found the box of soap and one of the boys in the back room. That boy's testimony implicated his cohorts and his alleged mentor. Police recovered approximately $800 worth of stolen goods in the store, and are holding the merchandise as material evidence in the case.
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Ma Sweeney: "This is the exact type of behavior that gives honest candy stores a bad name."
Joe: "Ehhhhhh, 'honest'?"
Ma: "What?"
Joe: "Nut'n."

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(Or if you don't like chicken, how about Easter liverwurst?)
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The poor skinny Easter Bunny in the upper right looks as if his ration book ran out weeks ago.

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(Seriously? When you can do so much better than a guy who rides around in a buggy?)
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He's no catch, but I assume the buggy is a gas-rationing thing. Regardless, when you have to tell someone that they love you, you've already lost.

And in the Daily News...

"KIds t'day," shrugs Joe. "It wasn' like t'at in t'oity-eight," huffs Sally. "T'ey make it out a lot woisn' it was." "Howda you know?" argues Joe. "We could'n ev'n get in." "Well no," Sally acknowledges. "But we seen it. We was close." "We was two blocks away!" retorts Joe. "We spen'nat whole night sittin' at t' Mayfloweh Donut!" "Well, OK," acknowledges Sally. "But we seen t'plice cawrs comin'. AN'NEAH WASN'NAT MANY!"
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The Eagle says 5am and the News 4am. A minor difference where both might be true depending on exactly what they are describing, but my money says the Eagle is probably more accurate I wouldn't put it past Page Four to "stretch" the truth.

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NOW SEE WHAT YOU STARTED
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Had it existed, social media would have been the exact same dumpster fire in 1943 that it is in 2023.

Having grown up in NJ, there absolutely was a reverse snobbism often at work as NJ took pride in its blue collar-ness, often by mocking "sophisticated" New Yorkers or, in this case, "glamour gals."

To this day, in NYC, New Yorkers will make fun of the "Bridge and Tunnel" crowd - the guys and girls from NJ who come into NYC for the night to party. But go to NJ and there are places where the crowd will celebrate that they are "bridge and tunnel" girls. An egghead sociologist could write a PhD thesis on the phenomenon.

...,

War Is Hell!
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The scramble for sections of the paper (especially on Sunday) and the shouts of "who messed up the pages" are more little things lost with the death of the physical newspaper.

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

While the comics spin circles the circas take up the slack, some of which is quite appalling such as those
two sailors who married thirteen and fourteen year old girls.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Whassis?" asks Joe, as Sally hands him a small window envelope with a War & Navy Department return address printed in the corner. "Solly," comes the reply. "Lookit -- it's a letteh f'm Solly." "FINALLY!" exhales Joe, ripping the envelope open and extracting the single folded sheet inside. "Um," he ums, squinting at the tiny photo-reduced scrawl on the page. "I don' t'ink my eyes is awake yet. Heeh, you read it." Adjusting her glasses, Sally reads. "Deah Joe an' Sal," she begins. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to write sooneh -- I know it's been a while since I could send you a few lines. But I have been laid up f'ra while -- seems I let myself get inna way when one'a -- an'nis pawrt is scribbled out -- was shootin' off a gun. It ain' awlat serious, t'ey got me inna right shouldeh, so writin' has not been easy t'do. But now t'at t'ey have sent me back t'my unit, I c'n fin'ly let ya know I am O. K. an' doin' fine. T'ey give me a medal while I was inna hospital an' I dunno what t'do wit' it out heeh. I know a lotta t'boys has got 'em so t'ey're isn' much pernt in braggin' 'bout it, an' 'tey ain' even woit' nut'n inna cawrd game. Anyway, t'at is how I am. How about you an' Sal an' t'baby? I bet she is getting big now an' I bet she's gettin' loud too, jus' like her ma, ha ha." Joe stifles a snicker as Sally glares over the top of her spectacles. "One moeh t'ing, Joe. You remembeh t'at five dollehs I borrehed f'm ya t'day I lef' f'camp. I want you should t'nex' chance y'get, t'go see Iggy Peltzman inna office at t' pickle woiks. Unless t'ey are real desp'rate f'men inna draft, he shu'd still be t'eah. Tell him I said t' ten dollehs he owes me he shu'd give t'you. T'at will squaeh you an' me an' put ya five bucks ahead b'sides. You have awrways been a pal t'me, Joe, an' in case anyt'ing else should hap'n t'me, I would wanta know t'at we was squaeh. Write an' let me know you done t'is, an' let me know how t'ings are wit' you. Hope you get to see a bawl game a'two f'me t'is summeh an' tell Sal I hope Petey hits t'ree hun'red f't Pittsboigs t'is yeeah. Ya pal, Pvt. Fois' Class S. J. Pincus U-S-A." Sally hands Joe the note and turns her head toward the window. She dabs at her eyes with a dishtowel as Joe gazes at the page.)

Hundreds of massed Allied guns and swift squadrons of attack planes sparked a six mile infantry stab into the Axis defense lines in the first phase of a general offensive from Cap Serrat on the north Tunisian coast to Bou Arada. The big guns and planes hammered enemy positions around Long Stop Hill, north of Medjez, on the 20 mile road to the important Tebourba junction and on the formidable hills flanking the Goubellat-Bou Arada road south of Medjez. Two British infantry attacks north of Bou Arada, aimed toward the plain leading to Pont du Fahs, gained ground at the cost of heavy casualties. Thousands of sharp, bright flashes from hundreds of guns merged into one great flicker of flame that played like summer lightning across the jagged skyline both north and south of Medjez.

The real showdown between United Mine Workers president John L. Lewis and the War Labor Board begins tomorrow, when all the parties to the soft coal wage dispute have been ordered to appear for a preliminary hearing. In New York, northern Appalachian soft coal operators announced they will appear before the WLB in Washington tomorrow, despite the anticipated refusal of the UMW to send a delegation to the meeting. All eyes will be on the doors of the WLB boardroom in the event that the burly UMW leader does arrive, despite his long-stated distaste for the WLB. Should Lewis appear, it may signal his willingness to accept a WLB ruling in the dispute. But if he does not -- and there are some who are guessing that he may not -- his failure to appear will be interpreted as expression his intention to defy the Government and, possibly, to call a strike.

Day nursery care for children of women employed in city war plants has been assured by a Board of Estimate vote authorizing expenditure of $120,000 in city funds for that purpose. The city payments will replace funding for day nurseries that is to be lost when funding thru the WPA is exhausted as of April 30th, and will match an allocation of state money provided under Governor Thomas E. Dewey's child care program. Mayor LaGuardia, in endorsing the Board of Estimate allocation, criticized the Federal government for not continuing to fund what he deems a critical purpose.

(I don't think this is how it works.)

With pumps running dry across the city, local motorists face the prospects of a gasolineless weekend, with no new supplies of fuel expected to reach the city over the next several days. Louis Kimmel of the Gasoline Merchants of Brooklyn and Queens acknowledged that dealers cannot presently meet consumer demand, and he expects that practically all stations will be forced to close their pumps before the weekend is out. The Petroleum Administration for War blames the present shortage on insufficient supplies reaching New York Harbor.

Meanwhile, the OPA has confirmed orders to local rationing boards that will leave 70,000 motorboat owners in the metropolitan area facing a landlocked summer. The new orders prohibit the issuance of gasoline rations for any civilian pleasure boat not directly enrolled in the Coast Guard Auxiliary. The head of that auxiliary, Commander R. E. Tyrell, warned boat owners against trying to join up now in hopes of getting a fuel ration for the summer. "We want people to sign up only because they have something to give the Government," he stated.

(Ah, a rubber-hose interrogation. I was wondering how long it would take for that to come out. )

The soldier who figured in the recent Ursula Parrott case in Miami, Florida, is jailed in Charleston, South Carolina on narcotics charges. Private Michael N. Bryan, a former guitarist with a popular swing band, and accused paramour of the well-known novelist, was arrested at Fort Jackson, S. C. yesterday on a warrant issued by a U. S. Marshal of the Southern District of New York. He will be returned to New York tomorrow.

Dolph Camilli, Dixie Walker and Freddie Fitzsimmons will be on hand tomorrow at the Sullivan Dry Dock and Repair Corporation Shipyard at the foot of 23rd Street to share honors in the launching of a new submarine chaser. The Dodger favorites will be joined in the dedication ceremonies by several war heroes, including Naval Signal Corps Lt. Robert L. Graff, who was aboard the U. S. S. Atlanta when it was sunk at Guadalcanal. The ship will be officially launched by Mrs. John I. Reid of 319 13th Street, wife of a fire watcher at the Sullivan plant.

("I should probably confess, dear -- that was ME.")

Men in Britain this summer could go about in decidedly informal dress. President of the British Board of Trade Hugh Dalton is urging the government to mandate a "victory costume" for men during the warm weather months, abolishing the wearing of collars, neckties, socks, or trouser cuffs. "Women have taken to utility clothing like fish to water," declared Mr. Dalton. "Men are a great problem," he continued, while wearing a blue striped shirt with a semi-stiff collar and a necktie. "They are too conservative."

A woman long active in Tammany Hall politics as co-leader in the 12th Assembly District -- the old "Gas House District" -- has died at her Flushing home at the age of 77. Elizabeth M. Barry spent many years in the employment of the John Wanamaker Department Store as a buyer of dress trimmings, and later worked in that same department for R. H. Macy & Company. When women were given the vote in 1920, Miss Murphy was selected by 12th A. D. South Democratic leader Charles F. Murphy as his co-leader, and continued that position up to her death. She served until 1933 as Deputy Clerk of the 4th District Municipal Court in Manhattan.

(ED HEAD! ED HEAD! ED HEAD! I was just waiting to see how it all came out...)

(These phony count types seem to work much faster now. Must be the war.)

(Hmph, all shoulders and no head. Well, I guess we all have our "type.")

(It's about time, they were running out of small talk in there.)

(Better watch out, Sandy -- once he gets rid of these two, this cat is coming for YOU.)

(George's whole existence is one big recursive loop. Tuthill must've spent his time off studying the Droste Effect.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

EW.

All right, Miss Asch, we'll take your word for it.

Just how big is that pit, anyway?

Well, it *is* hard to tell.

"17 jewels, shockproof, water resistant -- and look here, the dial glows in the dark!"

And he just let you walk? WELL THAT'S A CLEVER PLAN!

Well, the head man MUST be Pat, because I can't imagine Hennick putting up with this guy.

Never trust a musician, especially not a SWEATY ONE.

Go ahead, Emmy, SLAP HIS SASSY FACE!

Watch out for sudden snowstorms.