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("The very ideeeea!" huffs Ma Sweeney, glaring across the breakfast table as Uncle Frank laconically sips his cofffee. "You! Arrested!" "Now, Nora," sighs Uncle Frank with a dismissive smile, "I told ye beefore, I was not arrested. They mearrrly wanted to aaask me a few questions, that's all. And when I suggested they moit foind some interestin' aanswers if they called me good friend Councilman Sharrrkey, why, they joost tipped their haats and wished me a good aafternoon. Noothin' t' waary about a'tall." "Keep ye voice down," admonishes Ma. "Th' window's oopen, an' ye never know who's down in the street b'low. Now tell me, whaat did ye do with that race tickaaar ye had in ye warrehouse?" "Naaaat to worry, me dear," declares Uncle Frank with an expansive chuckle. "Oi've had Danny an' Jimmy put it in a saaafe location. Took care of aaaal that laaast night while ye was sleepin'." "Well," sighs Ma, as she rises from the table, cinches her robe, and heads toward the bathroom. "If ye sure of thaat. It's aaalmoost time to go down an' oopen the stoore. If ye wouldn't mind ronnin' down to bring in the boondles o' newspapaars, Oi'd like to take me a quick baath..." "Ahhhhh," calls Uncle Frank, "Oi wouldn' be plaanin' on thaat joost now. Ahhh -- oi think ye might foind that..." "FRANCIS!" comes a sharp yelp from the bathroom. "WHAAAAT'S THIS IN THE BAAATHTOOB!" "Well," wheedles Uncle Frank, "ye must agree thaaat's a safe loocation...")
Five Russian columns accelerated converging drives today toward the big German base at Bryansk, liberating towns and villages at the rate of five an hour, but heavy enemy counterattacks slowed Soviet progress in the Ukraine. Smashing along the Orel-Bryansk railroad in a frontal assault, the main Red Army column was only 16 miles from Bryansk after capturing Malyeluki, marking an eight mile advance from the defense outpost at Karyachev. Another force, 60 miles north of Bryansk, was threatening to outflank the German Desna River line where the Axis forces were expected to make their final stand before the Central Front bastion. Further Soviet progress would place the entire German positions along the Desna at risk. Meanwhile, Nazi reserves, backed by strong forces of tanks and planes, were counterattacking in Kharkov, and before Poltava in the Ukraine, in an attempt to halt the Russian advance short of the Dnieper River. The situation in Kharkov itself is obscure, with the Russians, at last report, in the northern and eastern suburbs but still believed to be facing strong opposition as they pushed to reach the center of the city.
Captain Eddie Rickenbacker stated today that he expects the war in Europe to continue until the fall of 1944, with Germany "not expected to crack" until then, and that it may take a year or so beyond that to defeat Japan. "Only a miracle can bring victory sooner," predicted the famed World War I aviator in his first public statement since his return from a fact-finding visit to Russia. Everywhere during that tour, Rickenbacker declared, he had seen "the spirit of the Allies on the ascendancy. Everywhere the results are in the right direction."
Navy Secretary Frank Knox told a press conference today that the U-Boat menace in the North Atlantic has been largely vanquished, with most German submarine action now confined to the South Atlantic, and even there the only ships being sunk are "either stray vessels or those in small convoys with inadequate protection." Those losses, he emphasized, "are of no great consequence to the Allies."
Fourteen retail fish dealers reopened their shops today after a half-holiday yesterday taken in protest of what they called the OPA's "no profit "ceiling prices on fillets. The shutdown ended after a conference with OPA officials at the Empire State Building led to "consideration" of the fish merchants' complaints. The dealers, all members of the Fish Fillet Dealers Association, announced that they would immediately submit for OPA examination full facts and figures concerning the sale of fillets. One of the fourteen dealers indicated, however, that if a satisfactory OPA decision is not handed down within two weeks, he intends to close his shop permanently.
("Kinda late t'be up read'n, ain'it?" queries Joe, as he pads into the bedroom just before 2 AM. "Good book," shrugs Sally, without looking up. "Oh yeh," nods Joe, unbuckling his overalls and tossing them over the chair. "I hoid about t'at. Lotta trees in Williamsboig, y'go oveh t' McCarren Pawk, t'ey got awlkin'sa trees. But," he continues, stepping into the bathroom to brush his teeth, "t'es one t'ing I neveh run inta in Williamsboig awla time I was t'eh." "Whassat?" queries Sally, her eyes fixed on the page. "Anybody," replies Joe, thru a mouthful of Pebeco, "named Smit'.")
(Cary Grant in a submarine movie? Well, that'll give Alfred Andriola plenty of new headshots for Dan Dunn.)
Lionel Atwill makes his return to the Brooklyn boards tonight when he opens a week's engagement at the Flatbush Theatre as the star of "My Dear Children." Mr. Atwill, in the role created on Broadway by John Barrymore, is back on the legitimate stage following a long sojourn in Hollywood.
The War Production Board has released approximately 450,000 yards of silk from rejected Army parachutes to civilian manufacturers. The fabric is to be used in the production of women's underwear and baby pants.
The Eagle Editorialist commends Emile Zola Weinberg of the WPB for the recent action taken to establish full authority over borough manufacturing by the Board's Brooklyn office, rather than the former policy subordinating local WPB operations to the Manhattan office. Expansion by 30 percent of Brooklyn's war production is cited by Mr. Weinberg for the change in policy, a decision which the EE cites as "forcible evidence that a city of 2,750,000 people is no whistle stop."
(They'll do fine as long as she can keep him out of Red Hook.)
A patrolman who arrested a "54 year old Negro" for gazing into shop windows on Utica Avenue drew a sharp reprimand from Magistrate Charles Solomon. Appearing in Brooklyn-Queens Night Court to charge Rodnick Lord of 1690 Union Street with disorderly conduct and failing to show identification while looking in the store windows "in a suspicious manner," Patrolman Ernest Meckel of the Empire Boulevard station was told by the Magistrate that he had treated Mr. Lord "offensively." The Magistrate, in dismissing all charges against Lord, called the principle of the case "more important than all OPA violations put together," and declared that "life is a shop window, and stores have windows for people to look into!"
("T'is Schultz guy," observes Alice Dooley, seated on an ash can in the basement of 1720 63rd Street, "is kin'a tawl, ain'ee?" "Yeh," agrees Krause the super, his voice echoing hollowly as he leans into the cold boiler to check the firebox for cracks. "I kin'a like a tawl guy," continues Alice. "I mean, I'm kin'a tawl meself. Awmos six feet, ev'n. Not too many gals is six feet tawl. Makes me kin'a whatchacawl self conscious, y'know? But when I'm wit' a tawl guy, well, f'rzample like t'is Schultz, why, it don' seem so bad." "Yeh," echoes Krause, poking his flashlight in a corner of the firebox. "Hey Sid," queries Alice. "Y'eveh see t'em, whatchacawl, t'ese elevateh shoes t'ey got? T'em Adleh elevateh shoes?" "Yeh," reverberates Krause. "Y'eveh t'inka tryin'em?" "Neh," nehs Krause, scraping at a caked-on chunk of clinker. "Howcum?" asks Alice, rising from her seat only to bonk her head on a low basement beam. "T'at's why," declares Krause.)
(Live a little, kid.)
(The return of coffee rationing?)
(Pinball? DOES BUTCH KNOW ABOUT THIS???)
(AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG IS ALWAYS KIND TO STRANGERS)
(Junior Tracy started out just like this.)