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("Slot machines, policy -- t'eh really crackin' down," sighs Joe. "As they shoould," declares Ma. "It's no business farr old ladies aaan' politicians. Thaat poor sooul down in Cooney Oi'land haad noo ideaar whaat she was doin'." "T'at Magistrate Solomon," chuckles Joe. "He's some egg." "He's a very foine man," agrees Ma. "Not that Oi've -- ah -- met him paarsonal arr noothin'. Noooo indeed, no business farr politicians aaaan' oold ladies...")
Allied warplanes have destroyed between 131 and 203 enemy aircraft in a three-day series of raids on Rabaul, the main Japanese airbase in the Northern Solomon Islands. The victories, revealed today in front reports and a communique from the headquarters of General Douglas MacArthur, were scored at a cost of only five of the hundreds of Allied planes sent into action. A Japanese destroyer and five coastal vessels were added to the enemy toll during the raids, which raged from Friday until Sunday.
Agreement on important issues relating to the conduct of the war, and postwar concerns, has been reached by foreign ministers of the United States, Great Britain, and the Soviet Union as the tripartitie conference continues in Moscow. The cordiality of the meeting was highlighted yesterday by a 55 minute conference between U.S. Secretary of State Cordell Hull and Soviet Premier Joseph Stalin, the first face to face meeting between the two since Mr. Hull arrived in the Russian capital more than a week ago.
("It's ya own fault," growls Sally, exiting the headquarters of the 66th Precinct as Alice sulks alongside. "Sluggin' a ration cloik! An' half ya size, yet!" "She ast fawr it," retorts Alice. "She tol' me I was inna wrong line, an' I been wait'n'neah f'haffan'oueh! An' 'nenshe says I ain' eligible cause me name is Dooley wit' a D. An' when I tell'eh I'm pickin' up f' t' Ginsboigs, wit' a G, she gets awl lippy an' sez t'ey gotta come down t'emselfs! Ol' people like t'at should stan' onna line f'haffan'oueh? Not while I'm aroun' t'ey don't!" "Nice'v'm to go ya bail," notes Sally, with a sidelong glance. "Yeh," shrugs Alice, bending down to tie her shoe. "Misteh G was pretty nice about it. He says he's been want'n t'slug a ration cloik for a yeeh'na half now, an' fifty bucks bail is a real bawrgain.")
A special session of the City Council will take place tomorrow morning at 10:30, at which time the Council will consider Mayor LaGuardia's recommendation for the expulsion of Brooklyn Councilman Walter Hart. The session will review charges by Commissioner of Investigations William Herlands that Councilman Hart violated the City Charter by providing legal counsel to a Queens bus company involved in a dispute with the city over alleged rate overcharges. With Hart a member of the Council's Democratic majority, administration forces acknowledged today that they face an uphill battle to bring about his removal, and Hart himself declared that the charges against him will be "completely exploded." Councilman Hart has emerged in recent months as a vocal critic of the LaGuardia administration, and is the leader of a Council committee investigating the administration's activities.
(There is no movie that Monty Woolley was ever in that was not enlivened by his presence. And is it too early to start the annual Cheapest Thanksgiving Dinner competition?)
(In a prison camp in Moosburg, Germany, Private Michael P. Sweeney gazes at a slice of rough black bread floating in a thin potato soup, and wonders if he should join the escape committee after all.)
The Eagle Editorialist calls attention to the fact that today is the Eagle's 102nd birthday, with the first edition of the paper released on October 26, 1842. There is no need for celebratory remarks, other than to express the hope that "the ensuing years will provide us with as splendidly loyal a group of friends as those this newspaper has known in the past."
("Of course I'll give the club my full attention," insists Leo. "After all, Fred Allen's off the air! And card playing's out too -- I mean, Higbe's gone in the Army! And the one player I have a problem with? We'll get along fine, as long he realizes I'm the one calling the square dance!")
Radio station WOR begins its television service tonight over station W2XVW with a sports exhibition. At the same time, WOR's frequency-modulation auxiliary begins full commercial operation, with its call sign changing from W71NY to WOR-FM.
("A Guide in the Garden of Love.")
(Run, Patti, run -- this sounds like the setup for a Hitchcock movie.)
(All in a day's work.)
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(Young Neil Simon follows this storyline with interest.)