The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

When Reno's getting sick of Tommy, everybody's getting sick of Tommy.

Horrific.

???

"You're sure it's not a real lake, though? A nice deep lake? Because there's things yuh can do with a nice deep lake..."

"Oh, to have Hitler, a refrigerator, two blocks of ice, a board, and a spike!"

Not so fast, Mrs. P -- you know how hard it is to find good help.

Because SHE WONT TELL A SOUL.

If something happens here, I'll be deeply disappointed with Skeezix, and more impressed than ever with Frank King.

Run while you still can!

I'm impressed that Carl Ed has read Jung, but isn't an "Electra Complex" story a bit much for the comics page?

 

[Fading Fast]

("If t'ese boys miss Brooklyn, t'eyll miss awl America," reads Joe. "Ain'nat t'trut'!" "I'm not faaand of the English," admits Ma, "becaause when Oi was growin' up in Oirelan', they waas none too faand of oos!" "Aw," aws Joe, "t'at's ol' stuff. One'a t'on'y t'ings I remembeh 'bout me pa izzat he was'n too fond'a Russians. But I bet if he was alive t'day, wit' t' wawr n'awl, he'd feel diff'nt. When I was a kid, I din' like kids f'm Greenpernt, but I got oveh it. I mean, I still might not invite 'em oveh t'eat a' nut'n, but it ain' like I don' like 'em. T'ey can' help bein' f'm Greenpernt. "Ahhhhh, Joseph," sighs Ma. "It's not the saame thing." "People sueh awr funny," muses Joe. "They aare that," sighs Ma. "Oi guess they aalways will be." "I wondeh," sighs Joe, with a slurp of his drink, "if t'ey got egg creams in Englan'?" "Oi don' b'lieve so," replies Ma. "We oughta send'm some," concludes Joe. "Lend Lease. T'ey fed t' King hot dogs when he come heeh, seems t'me like he'd go f'ra egg cream. Choichill too." "Yaar a barrn diplomat, Joseph" chuckles Ma. "Yeh," agrees Joe, with a satisfied burp. "I am, ain' I? Hey, y't'ink Stalin would go f'egg creams?")
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Egg creams, to the best of my memory, didn't make it across the Hudson to NJ, let alone across the Atlantic to England.

"For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind." You can feel it in the papers, it's about to happen in Germany and, then soon enough, in Japan.

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German troops touring Danish streets in armored cars are firing indiscriminately on all groups of more than five persons, even those gathered at streetcar stops, it was reported today by the refugee Danish press service. Despite the ruthless Nazi enforcement of martial law, however, the Danes were reported to be defying their new overlords at every opportunity, with King Christian X himself settting the keynote. "I am happy" stated the King in a brief speech, "that the Danish language is still spoken in my Fatherland. Continue!" The King was escorted by German troops to the Copenhagen suburb of Lyngby, where thousands of Danes hailed him despite the Nazi ban on gatherings of more than five persons. Meanwhile, German storm troopers and Gestapo agents occupied all Danish police stations after Danish police refused to swear an oath of allegiance to the German military commander, and sweeping arrests were ordered to prevent the rise of a Danish underground opposition.
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Try not to hurt the little blue tins of butter cookies.

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Great call. He is an underrated actor. I submit his performance in "Paths of Glory" as evidence.

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(Say what you will about Mr. Beck, but he does know dogs.)
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Yes he does.

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If something happens here, I'll be deeply disappointed with Skeezix, and more impressed than ever with Frank King.
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"Nina, don't you have a nickname?"

"'Girl on the side', or is that too long?"

Kidding aside, I agree with you Lizzie. King named her Nina for a reason.

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I'm impressed that Carl Ed has read Jung, but isn't an "Electra Complex" story a bit much for the comics page?

Heck, I was just impressed he could sniff out baked potatoes and corn over the pork chops. Even on their own, do bake potatoes really have a distinct smell?

It's well past time to see what Harold is up to.

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

I've decided to include Scarlet O'Neil with Terrence now.

 

[EngProf]

"Gasoline Alley" is so good that it has almost driven my interest away from all the others.
If anything does happen between Corporal Skeezix and Lieutenant (new) Nina, they are both risking court-martial.
It could get really interesting soon...

 

[LizzieMaine]

("A dolleh a gallon!" whistles Joe. "I neveh t'ought I'd see t'day!" "Poirates!" sniffs Ma. "They arrrrta be harrrsewhipped!" "You otta take outcha sodeh fount'n," suggests Joe, "an' put in gas pumps." He punctuates this remark with a small belch. "Kin'a t'same t'ing," he shrugs.)

Allied sources reported today that Adolf Hitler has spread 8,000,000 troops along the 6000-mile coastline of his continental empire, and is preparing to impose martial law across all of occupied Europe in preparation for the anticipated Anglo-American invasion. Messages from underground agents to exile governments in London reported that Reich Interior Minister and Gestapo chief Heinrich Himmler distributed orders to military commanders of all occupied countries to take over all key administrative and communication centers, and to arrest all reserve officers and officials suspected of Allied leanings. Both Norway and Denmark, where the Nazis believe an Allied invasion is imminent, have already been placed under martial law.

A Stockholm newspaper reported today that disturbances and sabotage have broken out in Copenhagen and elsewhere in Denmark but reliable sources further reported that most resistance has been suppressed by the Germans thru the ruthless use of arms. A large Danish factory was reportedly blown up yesterday, 1000 persons were killed or wounded in Copenhagen, and 450 were reported slain at Svendborg according to the newspaper reports, but it was believed that the death tolls covered the entire period from the declaration of martial law last weekend. The possibility that a Danish refugee government might be formed in London under the Danish patriot Christian Moeller, was pointed up by the resignation of I. C. W. Kruse, the Danish minister to Stockholm, and the leading members of his staff for the stated reason that "the new situation in their homeland prevents the King from fulfilling his constitutional function."

President Roosevelt and Prime MInister Churchill were believed today to be discussing the stand the Anglo-American alliance will take on vital political issues at a future conference of American, British, and Soviet foreign ministers. Such a three-power conference, suggested by Mr. Churchill, would likely be held within the next five to six weeks, and will probably take place in the United States.

An anti-Fascist Italian newspaperman from Jackson Heights was recovering at Bellevue Hospital today after he was stabbed in the face last night outside the Labor Temple Presbyterian in Manhattan. Sixty-one-year-old Ettore Manfredi, whose daily radio broadcast "The Happy Vagabond" over station WOV regularly denounces Italian Fascism, was attacked after a meeting at the 14th Street hall by a man identified by police as 47-year-old Giuseppe Nudi, who is reported to have turned himself in shortly after the stabbing. Nudi told police he attacked Manfredi over "uncomplimentary remarks" published two years ago in the Italian newspaper La Parola. Police believe there is no connection between the stabbing of Manfredi and the murder of Manfredi's friend and colleague Carlo Tresca, who was shot by a still-unknown assassin last spring.

("Poor, fuzzy Joe.")

In Brookhaven, Long Island town officials have introduced an ordinance to ban the wearing of "scanty attire" on the public streets, after a barrage of complaints by townspeople about beach visitors parading around the village's business section in bathing suits. The complaints were led by Mrs. Louis J. Hertlin, a member of the Lake Ronkonkoma Civic Association, who urged action to curb the display of "indecent and disgusting bathing attire" on the public streets. The Brookhaven Town Board will consider the ordinance at its meeting on September 22nd.

(Mr. Jagger is [1] an honest man, and [2] scared to death of the Junuor Commandos.)

The theatre critic for PM has been stricken from the pass list at all Shubert theatres by direct order of producers Lee and J. J. Shubert, who were enraged by his review of the Shuberts' recent production of the Ziegfeld Follies. Critic Louis Kronenberger, president of the Drama Critics Circle, panned the Winter Garden production, which stars comedian Milton Berle, and the Shuberts, in announcing the revocation of his pass privileges, accused him of being "unjust, unfair, and cruel" in many of his reviews. PM editor John P. Lewis announced that Kronenberger will pay his way into future Shubert shows and sit in the gallery like any other customer. The clash with Kronenberger is only the most recent for the Shuberts, who, in the past, have banned such critics as Alexander Woollcott, Walter Winchell, and Leonard Lyons from their shows.

The Eagle Editorialist admonishes motorists who rush to blame the OPA for not issuing them B and C gasoline rations -- by reminding them that very few people bothered to show up recently at the OPA offices on Adelphi Street to actually apply for those supplemental rations. Rationing officer William Jagger estimates only about half the people qualified to hold B and C books bothered to fill out the necessary paperwork, and stresses that when they don't get their rations they can't blame the OPA for their own inaction. The EE warns that there will be "scattered tempers" when these people do show up.

(An Age of Miracles...)

Brownsville residents are grieving the death of their "Grand Old Rabbi," with Rabbi Herman Gorchikoff having died yesterday at his Prospect Place home after a long illness. Rabbi Gorchikoff was the spiritual leader of the Park Pace Synagogue, and was beloved in the section for his efforts on behalf of Brownsville's poor families. Every winter he personally visited local merchants to arrange for the delivery of food and fuel to those too poor to pay for their own supplies.

(It's September, the season's in the Home Stretch, the Giants are coming, and Parrott's writing about Jersey Joe Stripp. WAIT TILL NEXT YEAR!)

The Dodgers' quest to finish in second place received a boost today on news from Pittsburgh that Pirate second baseman Frankie Gustine may be finished for the season. A knee injury has sent him to St. Louis where he will be treated by St. Louis Cardinals' team physician Dr. Robert Hyand, the famous "Surgeon General of Baseball." The Bucs have recalled shortstop Frank Zak from the Toronto Maple Leafs, and it is likely that our old friend Pete Coscarart will move over from short to second for the rest of the campaign.

(Close your robe, toots, kids read these comics!)

(Better stay away from Brookhaven in that outfit!)

(Dan now has authority over local police? DAN CAN DO ANYTHING HE WANTS TO DO!)

(AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG'S FEET ARE WORN FROM HONEST TOIL AND HE HAS NO NEED FOR FOOT CREAM AND LITTLE BOOTIES.)

("Arrr! Boil it up anyway, me bucko, I love the taste of hemp!")

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Ew, isn't there any Tommy Manville news?

What kind of a medical discharge??

ALL RIGHT YUH KIDS FALL IN BY HEIGHT, THREE RANKS, HEP HEP HEP!

"Oh LET'S! Let's tell Henrietta, then we can ALL keep the secret together!"

You have to wonder how much of a bribe the judge had to get when Junior's adoption went thru.

Interesting choice of words there in panel two.

Passive-Aggression Defined.

Hope for your own sake, son, that they're shipping you out IMMEDIATELY.

Poor Honey, she's doing this only out of a sense of duty to the dumb drip.

Name another six year old who can get away with wearing a black sleeveless undershirt with those pants.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And, alas...

"It ain' my fault," grumbles Alice, slumping back in her seat as the BMT rumbles toward Clark Street. "I flashed ya t'signal f'ra dip," snaps Sally. "I flashed it plain as ya Poit Irish Nose, an' ya MISSED it." "I sneezed!" yells Alice, as somnolent heads in the car rouse to glance in her direction before resuming their inertia. "Some dame wen' buy weahrin'at Ev'nin' in Paris poifume, an' you KNOW I'm alloigic t't'at! Ya flashed t'sign when I had me eyes closed! I wasn' ready!" "Krause was, t'ough," growls Sally. "He flipped ya right oveh!" "T'at wasn' my fault neit'eh!" retorts Alice. "How was I ta know he studied t'at jiu-jitsu!" "Look at'im," snorts Sally. "Still out cold. Ya landed right on toppa t'pooeh sap." "I hope he ain' dead," laments Alice. "I owe 'im f't 18 stamp he gimme t'buy t'ese shoes, an' I don' wann'im t'ink I'm tryin' t'welsh." "Nah," replies Sally, with a grim shake of her head. "He ain' dead. But I don' blame 'im f'takin' his time 'bout comin' to." "I t'ink..." stammers Alice, "I t'ink, Sal, I'm in love wit' im." "Like I said," eyerolls Sally, slumping back in her seat as the train grinds on...

 

[Fading Fast]

After two freezing up events, I gave up posting comments as this day's schedule is quite tight, but as always, a sincere thank you, Lizzie, for managing to post through all the tech issues FL has been having lately.

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

Glad that rapist got his just desserts; the girl jumper came walking down off rooftop; and the death of Cpl Ridings
becomes quite complex with scene personage.

Regard Mary Worth, ''Patti child'' most definitely isn't a child.

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

York, Cheltenham, Goodwood, Ascot are amoung favourite horse haunts of mine armed with track papers
for handicapping but tonight sure I find myself inside, glued to box sweating out Saratoga and Del Mar races.
Such is my want but no complaints. The American thoroughbreds are favoured me more for its meticulous data
accrual which exacts a punter's handicap no end but rewards with delight individual mind almost moreso derived
rewards. I live at the Hong Kong downs whenever business takes me there and Santa Anita with her mountains is
lovely beyond imagine but Del Mar and New York's Saratoga are my best scenes.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Gawblessya, Solly," murmurs Joe. "Whether aar not Gaahd has anything t'do with it," sighs Ma.)

Word of new blows by the American task force which blasted Marcus Island was expected today. Vice Admiral John S. McCain, deputy chief of naval operations, warned the uneasy Japanese in a radio address that that the recent surprise attack is "but a token prelude" of the destruction of Japan itself. McCain stated that the Navy now is poised to strike "on the surface, under the surface, and in the air" against Japan," and promised that Allied surface and air power is now concentrated in such force as to "sink the major part of Japan's fleet" while knocking "every fighting and bombing plane she has out of the air."

Communist Party general secretary Earl Browder declared last night that "Germany can be defeated this year," should the Allies land in Europe, and warned that failure to fully open a second front in 1943 will lead to to a "profound deterioration" of relations between the United States and Britain and their Soviet allies. Speaking at a party meeting last night at the Manhattan Center, Mr. Browder warned that failure of the western powers to bring their full strength to bear against the Nazis in Europe will be taken by the Soviet Union as "a sign that the United States and Britain are unwilling to carry any proportionate share of the fighting -- or they are unable to do so." He called the discussion of a second front the most important issue discussed by President Roosevelt and Prime Minister Churchill during their recent conference in Quebec.

("Viscount," ponders Alice. "Ain'nat like a duke a' sump'n?" "Nah," dismisses Sally. "I hoida t'at guy. He useta have a plant up'n Williamsboig. On Lennid Street, in fac', back when Joe was growin' up t'eh. Joe says he was one a' t'ese mean guys, awrways yellin' at kids, awrways keepin'a bawl when'ney hit it on his roof'n'awlat. I remembeh when he move down heeh t'Bensonhois', Joe wanned t' go out'n t'row a bawl in 'is windeh jus'f'ol' time sake, but he neveh done it. Heh, I'da done it, but he neveh did." "Joe's a funny guy," muses Alice. "He jus' goes alawng, neveh gets woiked up 'bout nut'n. I t'ink t'at's why I like Siddy so much -- he's like Joe, he don'neveh get woiked up 'bout nut'n. When he come to las' night, I asks 'im, I asks, 'ya awright?" An' y'know what he says?" "Yeh," eyerolls Sally. "T'at's right," nods Alice. "He says 'yeh.' Jus' a nice, quiet guy, he is. Jus' like Joe." Sally just shakes her head. "I ast Misteh G what he t'inks'a Siddy," Alice continues, "'cause, y'know, he's a smawrt guy t'at's been aroun' an' awl, an' y'know, he's lookin' out f'me like I was his own lit'l goil, an' y'know what he says? He says 'er iz a opgelozen!' T'at's a good t'ing, right?" "Yeh," sighs Sally. "It's swell.")

A suspicious scratch on the left hand of 40-year-old hotel bellhop Robert de Armond was called "significant" today by investigators probing the brutal murder of Corp. Maoma Ridings, 32-year-old WAC from Camp Atterbury, Indiana. Police noted that de Armond, who has a criminal record including a 1934 rape conviction, became "confused" when ordered to re-enact his movements last Saturday night when Cpl. Ridings was slashed to death in her hotel room. Meanwhile, police in Indianapolis dismissed claims by Marie Simpson, a waitress, that she had killed Cpl. Ridings. An investigation of Miss Simpson revealed that she had no connection with the case, and she was sentenced to ten days in jail on charges of vagrancy and public drunkenness.

Acting Price Administrator Chester Bowles pledged today that the cost of living will be "pounded down to 1942 levels," and that it will stay there for the duration. Bowles' statement came in reply to a letter from Chariman Adolph J. Sadath (D-Illinois) of the House Rules Committee demanding immediate action to protect the consuming public from "outrageous and criminal" retail prices.

(I have to admit that were I in Miss Leslie's situation, I would find choosing between Fred Astaire and Robert Benchley more than difficult.)

(If there's one good thing to come of the post-pandemic evaporation of my free-lance writing career, it's that I no longer have to file quarterlies.)

(Hey, you know who'd make a great double-play combination? Jinx Falkenburg and Alice Marble! C'mon, Rickey, think big!)

Remember Luke Hamlin, one-time Ebbets Field fireballer who just couldn't get past his tendency to give up the gopher ball? He's on course to win 20 games this year in the International League with the Toronto Maple Leafs, and the Pittsburgh Pirates, who got him as a throw-in from the Dodgers in the Arky Vaughan deal, appear likely to bring him back to the big time next year. If Mr. Frisch fails to do so, it's expected the Giants will grab old Hot Potato in the minor-league draft. The Detroit Tigers, with whom Luke broke into the majors ten years ago, are also said to be interested.

(Stay out of candy stores, kid.)

(Don't look so judgy, Scarlet, you've had your moments.)

("I HAAAAATE TRUCKS!" -- Burma)

(If you think this is bad, wait'll you meet the barn cats.)

(You're not fooling anyone, Captain -- she already knows that peg leg is full of grog.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

In case you missed it...

If they keep arresting people they'll eventually hit the right one.

What, no promotion????

I don't think she gets the point.

And she doesn't even put her full strength into it.

Oh, it's just the guy behind the sliding bookcase.

"Incidentally, did you peel those potatoes like I asked?"

I bet Kayo writes a very articulate threatening letter.

Y'know, kid, Colonel Annie could use an adjutant.

Awwwww.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Oh, and...

"AT LAST! With Olsen and Johnson finally gone, we can make a comeback!"

 

[Fading Fast]

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Word of new blows by the American task force which blasted Marcus Island was expected today. Vice Admiral John S. McCain, deputy chief of naval operations, warned the uneasy Japanese in a radio address that that the recent surprise attack is "but a token prelude" of the destruction of Japan itself. McCain stated that the Navy now is poised to strike "on the surface, under the surface, and in the air" against Japan," and promised that Allied surface and air power is now concentrated in such force as to "sink the major part of Japan's fleet" while knocking "every fighting and bombing plane she has out of the air."
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John S. McCain is the father of the John McCain most of us knew as a Vietnam vet, Arizona Senator and presidential candidate.

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("Viscount," ponders Alice. "Ain'nat like a duke a' sump'n?" "Nah," dismisses Sally. "I hoida t'at guy. He useta have a plant up'n Williamsboig. On Lennid Street, in fac', back when Joe was growin' up t'eh. Joe says he was one a' t'ese mean guys, awrways yellin' at kids, awrways keepin'a bawl when'ney hit it on his roof'n'awlat. I remembeh when he move down heeh t'Bensonhois', Joe wanned t' go out'n t'row a bawl in 'is windeh jus'f'ol' time sake, but he neveh done it. Heh, I'da done it, but he neveh did." "Joe's a funny guy," muses Alice. "He jus' goes alawng, neveh gets woiked up 'bout nut'n. I t'ink t'at's why I like Siddy so much -- he's like Joe, he don'neveh get woiked up 'bout nut'n. When he come to las' night, I asks 'im, I asks, 'ya awright?" An' y'know what he says?" "Yeh," eyerolls Sally. "T'at's right," nods Alice. "He says 'yeh.' Jus' a nice, quiet guy, he is. Jus' like Joe." Sally just shakes her head. "I ast Misteh G what he t'inks'a Siddy," Alice continues, "'cause, y'know, he's a smawrt guy t'at's been aroun' an' awl, an' y'know, he's lookin' out f'me like I was his own lit'l goil, an' y'know what he says? He says 'er iz a opgelozen!' T'at's a good t'ing, right?" "Yeh," sighs Sally. "It's swell.")
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These are two woman who bring so much fireworks with them that they absolutely, positively need go-along guys who don't get worked up or their relationships would explode.

My twenty or so words of NYC-acquired Yiddish, do not include "opgelozen."

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Acting Price Administrator Chester Bowles pledged today that the cost of living will be "pounded down to 1942 levels," and that it will stay there for the duration. Bowles' statement came in reply to a letter from Chariman Adolph J. Sadath (D-Illinois) of the House Rules Committee demanding immediate action to protect the consuming public from "outrageous and criminal" retail prices.
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A government can absolutely control by law the price of something, but if it "pounds it down" below a market-clearing level, there will be shortages and (usually) blackmarkets. That's all rationing is about. We and Acting Price Administrator Chester Bowles have just had nearly three years of lessons in that basic economic principal.

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(If there's one good thing to come of the post-pandemic evaporation of my free-lance writing career, it's that I no longer have to file quarterlies.)
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Having filed them for decades as, like you, for free-lance writing and also for trading, it took the government (Federal and State) forever and a day to get it up and running, but finally, the on-line filing process works and is much easier than the old paper-mail-in one, which was tedious. Doesn't it seem, even though it's quarterly, that the next filing comes up almost right after you finish the last filing?

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(If you think this is bad, wait'll you meet the barn cats.)
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My girlfriend and I - and her family - have had a lot of dogs over the years, but only one that would eat his food in stages as all the rest gulped down their food pretty darn quickly. I loved that one for he got that the food would always be there for him. The rest always seemed a bit stressed about food, no matter that they always got plenty and without issue.

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What, no promotion????
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I wasn't under the impression that you got a say in when you rejoined after being injured.

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I bet Kayo writes a very articulate threatening letter.
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If Kayo had the patience to make it through all the schooling, he'd have a bright future as mob lawyer.

 

[LizzieMaine]

"Opgelozen" roughly translates, so I understand, to "a man whose dressing habits are not of the best." Mr. Ginsburg, being a tailor and all, would be the sort to take careful note of this. Krause, adjusting his World's Fair tie, and hitching up his plaid pants, would take umbrage at this judgement, and say "Neh."

I had to file quarterlies for 25 years, and it got to be a routine except in June, when I would always forget they were due because I'd just paid in April. So far this year I've made exactly $250 for freelance writing, and I paid on that for the first quarter -- but nothing since then, and I'll be surprised if there's any more. I miss the days when I could bill $1500 a month, but I fear they are gone forever...

Of the three dogs in my life, owned by my daughter-equivalent and her husband, one of them is blase about food, one of them is a bit nervous, and one of them is absolutely mental. The problem is trying to figure out which one of them is which at any given moment. We went down to Portland last night for a family photo-shoot with the three of them, and stopped for pizza along the way. One of the three tore into a box of cheesy garlic bread when no one was looking and wolfed down a piece before we could get it away from him. That he had on a muzzle when he accomplished this makes the feat all the more amazing.

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

De Armond did only five years for raping a child. And he worked at the hotel where Ms Ridings was found slain.
But the black dressed woman has yet to be found. Hollywood couldn't script this.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Whatta ya do wit' a hawk when y'shoot one?" ponders Joe. "Whassa hawk taste like, I wondeh?" "Ahhh, tharrr not far eatin'," replies Ma. "Back home in Oireland, why, they used to hunt *with* hawks. They'd raise'm up fr'm chicks, ye see, an' train 'em to floy aboot an' caapture prey an' bring it back t'ye. Squaarls an' hares an' grouse an' what not." "Huh," huhs Joe. "Whassa grouse? I neveh hoid of a grouse, cep' if, you know, ya grousin' at woik about sumpin'. I wouldn' wan'no hawk come swoopin' down on me jus' 'cause I'm grousin' 'bout t'boss. Yeh, I 'magin'a union'd have sump'n t'say if t'ey tried t'at." "No, Joseph," chuckles Ma. "A grouse is a big baaard, mooch loike a big chicken, ye see. Hawks make a great sparrt'a catchin' grouse, an' I'll tell ye, lad, a woild grouse be moity foine eatin'." "Seems like a lotta trouble t'go to f'ra big chicken," shrugs Joe. "Easieh jus' t'go downa Bohack's." "Ah," interrupts Ma. "But how many chickens ye seen at Bohack's this week?" Joe weights this point. "Yeh," he admits. "Ya right. Hey, howya go about gett'n one'a t'ese hawks?" "Welllll," acknowledges Ma, "ye'd have bettar luck foindin' a chicken.")

Hope for relief from the butter shortage, now at its worst in the city, was indicated today in the reported plans of the War Food Administration to freeze the sale of fluid milk. The solution being planned, according to a statement released by the WFA, was to limit sales of fluid milk in about fifty designated areas to the totals of a recent period, thus providing a surplus for the use in the manufacture of butter, cheese, and evaporated milk. It was stressed in the statement that no point rationing of fluid milk is contemplated. The latest weekly survey conducted by the Department of Markets shows that the city's supply of butter is down to a record low of 23.6 percent of normal.

Five persons, including two Brooklynites and one resident of Queens, were released on bail today following their indictment on charges of misappropriation of funds and conspiracy to defraud a Staten Island bank. Arraigned on two indictments were Evelyn Workstrel of Midwood and Alexander S. Friedman of Flatbush, both held on $500 bail on one count and on personal recognizance on the other, and Joseph Pelletreau of Jackson Heights, who was held on three indictments. Solomon M. Rosanoff of Staten Island and Maurice Workstrel of Manhattan were also charged in the scheme to defraud the Mariner Harbor National Bank of Port Richmond out of $50,000 by the operation of a fake studio in Manhattan for which they secured bank loans, using fraudulent invoices and bills of sale in applying for those loans.

(Clip and save.)

(Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick.....)

The Eagle Editorialist also commends ten-year-old Betty Lou Norris of Brooklyn for her recent discovery near Bear Mountain of an ancient Indian rock shelter, termed by scientific authorities as "the most important Hudson Valley find in the field." "Betty Lou seems to have learned well the lessons that came to her as a member of a Girl Scout troop," comments the EE. "She is one little girl who will have no trouble when it comes to writing this fall's annual composition on 'What I Did On My Vacation."

("Dear, show her your medal. He's won the Purple Stapler!")

Navy Quartermaster Third Class Henry Fonda departed LaGuardia Field today enroute to Hollywood, where he will face a paternity suit filed by 25 year old West Coast divorcee Barbara Thompson. Speaking briefly to reporters at the airport, Fonda declared "I certainly rue the day I decided to become an actor." Asked what he'd rather be, Fonda shrugged. "A farmer maybe?"

("Now he loins t'pitch again," grumbles Sally. "Awl summeh lawng he's a bum, an' now, when it don' matteh none, Wyatt gets hot. I ASK YA." "I hope t'ey sen' Hig t' Eurrip," snorts Alice. "T'ey otta drop'im in It'ly, lettim get a few high hawrd ones in his d'rection f'ra change!" "Y'know what it is," rumbles Sally ,"Issat Rickey back of it. He's get'n ready t'trade Wyatt like he done awlem ot'eh guys, an' he's pushin' 'im to get hot so he'c'n get a few extra bucks outa t'deal." "Onna utteh han'," frowns Alice, "Hig would be right t'home in It'ly. T'at blonde he was goin' wit'? I foun' out heh name was Gabrioti." "Rickey keeps a cut, y'know," fumes Sally. "Skimmed right off t'top. A p'centage a' ev'ry sale. Y'know, I got no use f'ranybdy involved in any kinda racketeerin' like t'at." "She wasn' even a real blonde," squints Alice. "Y'c'd see t'roots!")

Truett "Rip" Sewell of the Pirates, master of the mysterious "eefus pitch," has become the first hurler of 1943 to log his twentieth victory. Sewell's victory came at the expense of the Cubs, whom he beat for the sixth time this season, by a score of 5-1.

The St. Louis Browns, of whom big things were hoped at the start of the season, have been mathematically eliminated from the American League pennant chase. The Brownies fell to the Tigers 8-5, on the strength of a three-run homer by Detroit third baseman Pinky Higgins. The Browns, who had confidently expected to finish in the first division this year, if not challenge the Yankees for the pennant, remain mired in seventh place, 22 1/2 games off the top.

The Bushwicks move into a tough Labor Day weekend on Sunday with two powerful Negro National League clubs moving into Dexter Park. Lefty Gomez will seek his third win of the season as he takes the mound tomorrow against the Newark Eagles in the first game of a doubleheader. The Eagles, surging under the clever managing of Mule Suttles, are close behind the mighty Homestead Grays in the race for the NNL pennant, and seem at least assured of a playoff berth. On Monday, the New York Black Yankees arrive in Woodhaven for another twinbill, having caused quite a ruckus in Negro baseball circles last week when they swept a Ruppert Cup series at Yankee Stadium, disposing in one afternoon of both the Atlanta Black Crackers and the St. Louis Stars.

(Of course Aunt Mary would say that. You should see all the money she lost playing punchboards.)

(Never mind this small-time stuff, sister -- Manville's available!)

("Take the truck if you want, but you'll answer to the OPA!")

(AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG IS PROUD TO DO HIS PART FOR THE WAR EFFORT. HOW MANY CHICKENS SHOULD I SLAUGHTER?)

("AVAST! Got any doughnuts?")

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Hot damn, but this New York is a town!" That'd make a much better bus poster than that Wonder City jazz.

"Bosom pal of virtually every man in the armed forces." NOT LITERALLY! GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER!

Settle down now.

"An' them of yuh don't wanna join up, well, let's find out how deep that lake really is!"

Yeah, no one will come up there for, oh, four or five days depending on the temperature.

No promotion? HMPH!

"I brought this envelope for the clippings, just in case..."

CALLED IT! Bet there's a trap door in there too.

"Deleting your post", 1943 edition.

Some people just shouldn't get married.

 

[Fading Fast]

("Whatta ya do wit' a hawk when y'shoot one?" ponders Joe. "Whassa hawk taste like, I wondeh?" "Ahhh, tharrr not far eatin'," replies Ma. "Back home in Oireland, why, they used to hunt *with* hawks. They'd raise'm up fr'm chicks, ye see, an' train 'em to floy aboot an' caapture prey an' bring it back t'ye. Squaarls an' hares an' grouse an' what not." "Huh," huhs Joe. "Whassa grouse? I neveh hoid of a grouse, cep' if, you know, ya grousin' at woik about sumpin'. I wouldn' wan'no hawk come swoopin' down on me jus' 'cause I'm grousin' 'bout t'boss. Yeh, I 'magin'a union'd have sump'n t'say if t'ey tried t'at." "No, Joseph," chuckles Ma. "A grouse is a big baaard, mooch loike a big chicken, ye see. Hawks make a great sparrt'a catchin' grouse, an' I'll tell ye, lad, a woild grouse be moity foine eatin'." "Seems like a lotta trouble t'go to f'ra big chicken," shrugs Joe. "Easieh jus' t'go downa Bohack's." "Ah," interrupts Ma. "But how many chickens ye seen at Bohack's this week?" Joe weights this point. "Yeh," he admits. "Ya right. Hey, howya go about gett'n one'a t'ese hawks?" "Welllll," acknowledges Ma, "ye'd have bettar luck foindin' a chicken.")
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It's always an interesting moment when you're at an age to understand your parents' and grandparents' childhoods. You discover that these people you've known in certain roles your entire life, had often, completely different lives before you knew them. Ma's trip from a childhood on, what seems like, a farm in Ireland to running a [cough, cough] candy store in Brooklyn is quite a journey.

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Five persons, including two Brooklynites and one resident of Queens, were released on bail today following their indictment on charges of misappropriation of funds and conspiracy to defraud a Staten Island bank. Arraigned on two indictments were Evelyn Workstrel of Midwood and Alexander S. Friedman of Flatbush, both held on $500 bail on one count and on personal recognizance on the other, and Joseph Pelletreau of Jackson Heights, who was held on three indictments. Solomon M. Rosanoff of Staten Island and Maurice Workstrel of Manhattan were also charged in the scheme to defraud the Mariner Harbor National Bank of Port Richmond out of $50,000 by the operation of a fake studio in Manhattan for which they secured bank loans, using fraudulent invoices and bills of sale in applying for those loans.
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One of the most evergreen stories ever, not just in modern times, but throughout history.

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(Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick.....)
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Sadly (not a strong enough word), despite the hope of this article that looming defeat will restrain their oppression, the Germans frantically increased their killing of Jews as defeat approached in an insane attempt to "get the job done now while they still could." Some things are almost too horrible to think about.

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Navy Quartermaster Third Class Henry Fonda departed LaGuardia Field today enroute to Hollywood, where he will face a paternity suit filed by 25 year old West Coast divorcee Barbara Thompson. Speaking briefly to reporters at the airport, Fonda declared "I certainly rue the day I decided to become an actor." Asked what he'd rather be, Fonda shrugged. "A farmer maybe?"
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"Errol, how do you feel about having become an actor in light of all the court battles that ensued?"
"You take the good with the bad."
"Knowing what you know now, Errol, would you have rather been a farmer?"
"Errol, when you're done laughing, would you please answer the question."

...
("Now he loins t'pitch again," grumbles Sally. "Awl summeh lawng he's a bum, an' now, when it don' matteh none, Wyatt gets hot. I ASK YA." "I hope t'ey sen' Hig t' Eurrip," snorts Alice. "T'ey otta drop'im in It'ly, lettim get a few high hawrd ones in his d'rection f'ra change!" "Y'know what it is," rumbles Sally ,"Issat Rickey back of it. He's get'n ready t'trade Wyatt like he done awlem ot'eh guys, an' he's pushin' 'im to get hot so he'c'n get a few extra bucks outa t'deal." "Onna utteh han'," frowns Alice, "Hig would be right t'home in It'ly. T'at blonde he was goin' wit'? I foun' out heh name was Gabrioti." "Rickey keeps a cut, y'know," fumes Sally. "Skimmed right off t'top. A p'centage a' ev'ry sale. Y'know, I got no use f'ranybdy involved in any kinda racketeerin' like t'at." "She wasn' even a real blonde," squints Alice. "Y'c'd see t'roots!")
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The Bungles have nothing on these two for talking past each other.

Sally doesn't really want to know how her mother earns her living.

As to the '43 Dodgers streak, the 17.5 games out '23 Yankees just swept the Astros for three games. Oh the futility of it all.

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(Never mind this small-time stuff, sister -- Manville's available!)
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I don't know about swapping to Manville. She'd be number eight. That well has to be running a bit dry, or more likely, his lawyers, after number three or four, put a plan in place that minimizes the damage and, thus, the payout. I think she should stay with Yoda if gold digging is the goal.

And in the Daily News...

"Hot damn, but this New York is a town!" That'd make a much better bus poster than that Wonder City jazz.
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That would have been such a good story had Cote just brought the money back to Bolt voluntarily.

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CALLED IT! Bet there's a trap door in there too.
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Kudos, Lizzie.

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

I'll return to read the Doris Duke 'limited' divorce story later. Me prurient mind is all akimbo conjugal rights
but serious money always takes lead actor-or actress-in such acrimony. I can only guess Ms Duke wished
to turn over a new leaf. (sorry, could not resist that)

Carole Landis. Unless I am mistaken wasn't she the lady whom committed suicide after having dinner
with Rex Harrison? I recall that his son Noel encountered rough seas in Hollywood as legatee who inherited
his father's sins. Tragic.