The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Fell" is such a gentle word.

Do you get the feeling Butch isn't as popular as he used to be?

"They'll be fine as soon as they realize I'm a colonel in the Junior Commandos."

"A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave!" "Oh! THAT guy!"

Get over yourself, Walt.

"Snafuuuuu," pronounces Leonora. "Snafuuuuuuuuu."

"Don'cha know there's a war on??"

Johnny Jingo learned everything he knows from old Douglas Fairbanks movies.

Shadow Smart, The Boy From Marketing!

Well, at least he sewed on a patch.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

They've had this picture set aside for years.

"Summon my scouts," commands Mr. Rickey. "The Brooklyn Brown Dodgers will need players."

 

[Fading Fast]

"It's about time," nods Alice. "What?" "Nut'n..."

Alice is the best.

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"...Wharr that boy is now, he's gaaht a CHANCE."

A darn good chance and better than many.

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Concetta – a full-blown, plump, brown-eyed girl...

When Page 4 wants to tell you where its sympathies lie without telling you where its sympathies lie.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("The food, it will be here," announces Mr. Ginsburg. "I said to Moskowitz, I said 'not just for anyone is this, Maxl. This pastrami is for Yussel! And Moskowitz says 'for him, there is always pastrami.'" "At's swell," grins Alice. "Ain'at swell, Sal?" "Yeh," nods Sally, with a small smile. "And this is not all," continues Mr. Ginsburg. "There is a man, a good friend, Felix Edelman. In misses' better dresses. He does well. I made him a suit, a good suit, for his daughter's wedding. He wants to return the favor. A car, he has. A fine automobile. But no coupons. So he doesn't use. A fine car, a Pierce-Arrow. Old, but well-maintained. A touring car. Seven people can ride. WIth the top down, maybe eight. And Edelman says if you can get the coupons, you can use on Saturday. In style can Yussel ride home." "I c'n get t'coopons," assures Alice. "It's settled," nods Mr. Ginsburg. "Felix Edelman, Sweet Sue Dress Company. The car, it is in a garage around the back. His card, with the telephone." "T'is is great," enthuses Alice. "A Peehce-Arrow! Y'eveh see one'a t'em, Sal? T'ey'll t'ink Joe's a Vandehbilt. Awr Leopold Stickoutski a'sump'n!" "Yeh," sigh Sally...)

("Hah!" roars Uncle Frank, slapping the counter in his glee. "Thaaaat'll fix Shaughnessy! Block Waaaarden Shaughnessy! No maaaar strootin' aroond in a helmet! Noo maaar haaaalerin t' 'POOT OOT THAT LOIT!" Nooo maaar rappin' ahn ye door an' yellin' t' pool doon ye blackoot bloind!" "An' 'ee'l be in a baaaad moood faaaar it," sighs Ma, "an' we'll nivvar see noothin' boot mooton fr'm now till paaaardition." "Hm," hms Uncle Frank. "Ye gaaaht a point. Heere now, t'night, doon't pool th' bloinds. Farrr poor ool' Shaughnessy's sake." "It's mooton stew again t'noit," adds Ma. "Maybe," ponders Uncle Frank, "ye could get Bink to goo oop aaahn th' roof an' wave a flashloit...")

("Foibred Caaahdfish?" queries Unce Frank. "It's loike Spam," exhales Ma. "Boot with fish." Uncle Frank ponders. "Well," he shrugs. "It's bettar'n mooton." Ma gazes at her husband blankly. "That's a joook," points out Uncle Frank. "Yes," nods Ma. "It is.")

(Careful, kids, someday those books could pay for your own kids' college.)

(Mickey Owen is the Sisyphus of baseball.)

(Just how carefully regulated are dancing schools in this state?)

("What's that smell? Do they serve limburger sandwiches here?")

(Those rubber legs will sweat the weight off!)

("They're on the way! Release the cockroaches!")

(AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG AWARDED PURPLE HEART)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...


If it keeps up at this rate, the News will have to become a broadsheet...

"Well," sighs Leopold, "at least they're leaving us alone."

Yeah, but will he be coming in a Pierce-Arrow?

Hey, at least there's no bees.

EASE UP BLEACHIE

"I heard Bo got shot. Poor Bo. OH LOOK AN ICE CREAM STAND CAN WE STOP HUH CAN WE?"

It's a hug AND a headlock.

"You two-timing little pantywaist!" -- Rita. "Three-timing!" -- Chili.

"He hates when I quote Justice Holmes at him!"

That's nothing! Now watch Johnny Jingo ride down sail on point of dagger!

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

"Whattaya read?" I love newsstands.

 

[Fading Fast]

You mean you think that the guy whom you reneged on might try to cheat you - you think?

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Yeah, but will he be coming in a Pierce-Arrow?

Cute. I lost the thread of this, how did / why is Skeezix in the states? Are they going to ship him to the Pacific?

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"Whattaya read?" I love newsstands.

The racket story read like a 1930s Warner Bros. script. Allen Jenkins would have been the guy showing up with the "license."

One of the great things about pre-internet NYC was not only the sheer number of newsstands (often, more than one on a corner), but the incredible variety of papers, magazines, and other assorted periodicals they carried. And the super huge stands (every neighborhood had at least one) were insane, almost like mini libraries (all gone now).

 

[LizzieMaine]

Skeez's sudden return home has not been explained. I expect he's getting one last furlough before the invasion of Japan...