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The Era -- Day By Day

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The Sgt Simons-Bella Raphael sweet adoption story overshadows sundry tales, trials, and tribulations.

The Jacob Horner, ex-7th Cavalry survivor was fortuned fate on the twenty-sixth of June 1876 in the
Little Bighorn region of Montana. Custer foolishly quartered his battalions, and, after seriously dividing his command found himself and his residual two companies-about two hundred fifteen men-surrounded by a numerically superior enemy force and were overrun. Custer's corpse later showed a chest wound and a ****** entry left temple, indicative *******. The famed last stand probably lasted thirty minutes. The Army burial detail dug shallow graves that wolves later visited, consuming the remains, and left scattered skeletal trace their feast. Had Custer kept his force reasonably intact, the tragedy might have been avoided.

The Grant Allen false imprisonment forced **** case should have resulted a more determinate thirty years
floor, not ceiling. He has no valid appellate recourse to the Supreme Court with his victim, Marguerite Gironda,
having appeared trial court and sentencing. There is the law as is writ, and that law not writ but read nonetheless.

Congressional post war loans credited Export-Import Bank agency along Keynesian theory, which will be followed by the Marshall Plan orchestration, makes fascinating reading. And these headlines reach out to grab attentive consume. A world economy dependent a single dominant currency and its democratic capitalist promise. Dexter Stanley White's victory over John Maynard Keynes.

Arguably an open race, equine from Japan without past performance capture, and domestic entrants gained admittance with a barely discernible two-start record, this year's Kentucky Derby is a poker faced demon for handicappers world wide. A mile/quarter punishing distance race, the Derby is the premier
thoroughbred global stage event with a $5,000,000 purse. Its betting handle dwarfs all other days bar none.
So, I drink the smoke of the scholar's lamp and consume endless cups o coffee, and listen, see, read every
f/////g thing across planet secure in my own mind and heart. :cool:
 
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("We'eh real sawrry 'bout t'is, Missis P," shrugs Sammy Schreibstein, standing on the stoop of 1762 63rd Street. "But my ma says t'anks f' putt'n Lottie up heeh while'ezza quarantine. I brung oveh some'v'eh clo'es." "At leas' wit'eh oveh'reeh," sighs Sally, "ya folks won' have t' close up t' stoeh. We got'eh bunkin' up onna t'oid flooeh wit' Solly Pincus, he'za on'y poisson inna buildin' t'at's immune an' ain' livin' wit' nobody t'at ain'. C'n ya b'live Misteh Ginsboig *can't r'membeh* if'ee had measles 'a not?" "He f'gets a lotta t'ings," confides Sammy. "When I'm helpin'im in'is shawp, he'll stick pins in'nis t'ing 'e weahs 'roun'is wris', but somet'imes 'e f'gets t' put it awn, an' sticks inna pins anyways." "Hm," hm Sally. "Yeh," agrees Sammy, with a sad nod. "But look, tell Sergean' Pincus t'at Lottie's gotta be in bed by nine, an' Ma don' wan' she should lissen t' none'a t'em radio shows 'bout monstehs an' stuff, 'special not t'at 'Inneh Sanctum' show. She gets nightmaehs an' screams inneh sleep." "Solly'll take good caeh'r'veh," promises Sally. "He's good wit' kids, I s'pose...")

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("Now lissen, kid," frowns Solly Pincus. "Less' get'tis straight. I'm givin' YOU t' bedroom t'eh. T'at's awl t'yaself. I ain' goin'inneh f'nut'n while ya livin' eeh, an'nat means YOU make t' bed, YOU put t'ings away when ya done wit'm, an' ya DON' make no mess. I'll stay out'eeh onna couch." "I dowanna sleep innat bed," protests Lottie, her jaw set. "Missis Nucci DIED innat bed. I R'MEMBEH t'at!" "It's a diff'nt bed," insists Solly. "Whole diff'nt bed. Missis Nucci neveh been innat bed eveh." "I bet'eh GHOST is innat room right now," shivers Lottie. "Awright," growls Solly. "YOU sleep onna couch an' I'll keep t' bedroom. We'll hang up a blanket 'eeh so you gotcha privacy. But what I said goes, you clean up afteh yaself, an' y'stay outta my way." "Can I lissen t't' radio?" bargains Lottie. "Leave t'radio alone," snaps Solly. "You'll lissen t' what *I* lissen to awr y'won' lissen at awl." "You don' like kids," scowls Lottie. "Do ya?" "I got no opinions 'bout kids," lies Solly. "Kids is fine." "Leonoreh says you don' like kids," insists Lottie. "Leonoreh says'ats why you give Bink Scanlan t' aieh." "Lenoreh's fulla -- " snaps Solly. "C'n we lissen t' t' radio now?" smirks Lottie. "An' no soap oprehs," growls Solly...)

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("It's an election year. I'll take anything I can get.")

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("That's right, Hector," declaims Ma into the telephone, connected to a certain pool hall on Kingston Avenue. "Oi'll han'jee th' bag oot th' back door, ye take it oot, make ye roonds, an' bring it back at th' usual time. An' see here, be sure yarr quoot'n th' roit odds on th' baseball. Oi ain't goin' to wroite noothin' doon, so ye'll have t' remembarr in ye head. Oi DON"T CAAAAARE if ye thinkin' aboot Shaaaarley in Broonsville! Ye'll think aboot things Oi pay ye t' think aboot, 'cause this is th' oonly mooney we got coomin' in faar th' nixt two weeks!" She slams the phone down with perhaps more force than necessary, only to hear a penetrating cry from upstairs as young Frankie Scanlan reacts to the situation. "At me age," grumbles Ma, as she races up the back stairway...)

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(Great, now do Billy Conn.)

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("Ew, I smell a skunk. Wait, it's just you.")

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(No war but class war!)

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(See, things work out.)

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(Kitty has lived eight of hers already.)
 

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And in the Daily News...

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"We wanted to have a smoke."

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Just in time for spring...

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D I C K Tracy is such a charming fellow when he wants to be.

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"Yes, he was great. Even Bill Slagg said so."

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Just don't get it in your eyes, the stuff really stings...

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For a furniture salesman, Walt would make a good accountant.

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There's nothing sadder than peaking early.

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Fish in a barrel.

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Times are changing, Mr. Willard. Oh, and George Bu ngle wants his catch phrase back.

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You have to exercise constantly if you want to keep a 13 inch waist.
 
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"You don' like kids," scowls Lottie. "Do ya?" "I got no opinions 'bout kids," lies Solly. "Kids is fine." "Leonoreh says you don' like kids," insists Lottie. "Leonoreh says'ats why you give Bink Scanlan t' aieh." "Lenoreh's fulla -- " snaps Solly. "C'n we lissen t' t' radio now?" smirks Lottie. "An' no soap oprehs," growls Solly...

This is going well. That said, I could see these two becoming friends.

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Great, now do Billy Conn.

"We'll hide it very carefully on the front page." It's very rare that I even chuckle at this strip, but that was good line.

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"We wanted to have a smoke."

Any opinion on the verdict?

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For a furniture salesman, Walt would make a good accountant.

Welcome to owning a small business, son.

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There's nothing sadder than peaking early.

"Shut up." — Mickey Rooney

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History is subject to change without notice.

Yes, the postwar "reshuffling" of alliances has been, umm, awkward.
 

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Leo was guilty as hell, and Moore was legendary around Ebbets Field as a thug who went after turnstile-crashers with unnecessary brutality. That *he* felt it necessary to try and restrain Durocher, I think, pretty much says it all.

There is a story that the defense brought in Hilda to testify as a character witness, and that she claimed that Christian had called her a "c--ks--ker," and Leo was merely rising to her defense. But as we've seen, no mention of her testifying appears in any of the stories we've had, so that must remain apocryphal. But oh, would I love to read the trial transcript,
 

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^ Christian's civil settlement attests his tale whatever actual trial verdict; besides, my maternal grandmother absolutely hated Leo Durocher, and I've fond recollection of her verbal castigation flung at his televised image shown WGN channel 9 Chicago Cubs baseball. Gram was a diehard Southside White Sox fan, so Leo as Cubs manager just naturally ****ed her pitch. However, no doubt about it, the Lip certainly stirred the drink back in the day.

The Naperville, Illinois train wreck occurred closeby here in neighboring leafy Oak Lawn.
An interesting historic sidebar...at the genesis of Gettysburg, July 1st 1863, forward elements of an Illinois cavalry scout led by a Lt Jones, encountered lead cavalry under Jeb Stuart, and opened fire thus initiating battle.
And Lt Jones, Union Illinois scout leader hailed Naperville, Illinois.

Renegade drew the rail for the Derby and given low odds 4-1 for Once. No horse has won from first base in
forty years. Last to do so was Ferdinand back in 1986. And, for the past nine years no horse has even hit the board off numero uno. Rees' Theory states a Derby contender must have cleared the last eighth-mile in its final prep race in under thirteen seconds for stamina proof the race's grueling mile-quarter distance.
Renegade clocked his final Arkansas Derby eighth of a mile in 11.84 seconds. Best o bunch scheduled Churchill Downs May 2nd but stuck the **** dead post rail given 4-1 morning line. I've outset disqualified six Derby under Rees; however Renegade will remain on some tickets. Dealer's choice poker and the cards are played accordingly. :confused:
 
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("Yeh, she's got it awright," sighs Sally, gazing at the thermometer. "A hunnet'n two. Well, at leas' we don' hafta wondeh." "I don' like it," frowns Joe. "She had awlat trouble wit'eh eeh'r infection. Now t'is. Y't'ink it might get whatchacawl ya complications?" "I dunno," murmurs Sally. "Whezzat book we had, t'at one by Docteh Fishbein?" "Leonoreh was read'n it," shrugs Joe. "Figyehs," eyerolls Sally. "Well, anyways, t'at's two down." "HEYYYYYY SAL!" moans a muffled voice from the dumbwaiter. "Oh," ohs Sally. "Make it t'ree..")

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("Yaaaar not s'poosta be doon here!" growls Ma. "Get'chee back oopstairs this instant!" "I'm hungry!" wails Bink. "Are ye snifflin'?" squints Ma. "Sooor throot? Feevar?" "No," insists Bink. "I'm fine. Jus' like I tol'at docteh, I had t' measles when I was a kid." She hesitates. "Leas' I t'ink I did." "Get back oopstairs," commands Ma. "Oi'll make ye a sandwich an' bring it oop." Bink exhales and starts for the stairs. "Um," she inserts. "Iz'ee -- awright? T' baby, I mean. Frankie." "He's foine," snaps Ma. "Joost goo oopstairs." With a loud sigh, Bink complies. As she thumps up the back stairway, Ma glances down at the thermometer in her hand, and gnaws at her lower lip. "Babies roon a little waaarm," she mutters. )

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(Give 'em your life, and it's never enough.)

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(Billy's been an old man as long as we've known him.)

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(Luis Tiant, star pitcher for the Cubans, is well worth going out to Woodhaven to see, with a twisty-turny motion that will make you think of Freddie Fitzsimmons. I hear he's got a kid who can throw too.)

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(The Cycle of Life.)

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("Hmph, the European Theatre is hardly the Paramount!")

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(But will he care?)

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(Good luck getting a cab.)

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(Awwwwwwwwwww)
 

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And in the Daily News...

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"Why, they're printing stories about us in all the papers."

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Or a window to throw it out of...

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Wilmer has the makings of the perfect middle manager.

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Better crack those books, kid.

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Hit him with the book, that'll settle him down.

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Did you see the body? DID YOU?

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"Look, here's a blank check, all right? Just don't do anything stupid."

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"Well, your posture could use a little help."

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You get to an age where life is just a matter of going thru the motions.

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A little moonlight excavation? You romantic devil.
 
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Ma glances down at the thermometer in her hand, and gnaws at her lower lip. "Babies roon a little waaarm," she mutters.

Nothing competes with the lies we tell ourselves.

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Awwwwwwwwwww

He'll probably screw it up along the way, but let's give dad his due on this one.

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Did you see the body? DID YOU?

Finally, somebody who remembers the Fedora Lounge rulebook. Kudos.
 

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Among the late Mr Samuel Sunshine held assailants is a fifteen year old newly homicide emancipated adult eligible capital punishment. As for the Paris street thuggery GI squad, the cold hard wooden gibbet beckons.
Or guillotine. These fools have killed a French civillian slain Paris sidewalk. And this is Gaullist France newly freed the Germany's WWII-era leadership yoke. Or, as Camus commented in his tract, The Myth of Sissyphus, ''a common code of ethics lies not so much in the ideal importance of its basic principles as in the norm of an experience that it is possible to measure.'' Idiots must die to teach impudent America her necessary lesson.

The thirty six year old redhead clothing racket maven hauled in $147k circa, not bad, but couldn't deliver on her promises. Still on first cup of Pike's Peak Starbucks ground, so the integral calculus can wait....

Dragon Gal seems quite Jane Russellesque to moi, and more than pneumatic vixen for a Sino honey pot trap; excepting that Milt Caniff has drawn Terry tighter than a drum. Considered comic amidst carnage daily print, our sketch strains his chaste editorial leash for whatever plausible rationale. Whether film director tied code, or cartoonist captured war torn black market editorial proctor, artistry requires suffice.

Six to Midnight at Churchill Downs includes Commandment and Chief Wallabe but the race is definitely wide open affair, speculative nightmarish pace conjecture. And several kid shooters lurk past midnite post draw adding to mix and mayhem. Renegade dead subway third rail draw.
 

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("I brung ya groceries down," reports Sally, resting the box on the Krauses' kitchen table. "Sammy brung'm oveh. I t'ink t'ez awl ya wan'ned, 'cep f' t' bread." "'Sawright, Sal," coughs Alice. "T'at Roulston's bread's awl crummy anyways." "You otta be in bed," frowns Sally. "I gotta look afteh Willie," exhales Alice, mopping her forehead with the sleeve of her robe. "Siddy's inna berleh room woikin', 'e's got awlem valves took apawrt. An' Willie's got it bad, t' rash come awn ovehnight, an'ee din' sleep much." "Look," insists Sally, "g'wan inneh an' get inta bed. I can't get sick, an' I c'n look afteh t'bot'a yez. Whattaya want f' lunch?" "Ugh," ughs Alice. "I coul'n eat nut'n. Hones', Sal, I do'need nut'n, an' you gotcha han's full wit' Leonoreh." "She's up t'eh read'n," shrugs Sally. "She says she seen'inna book she still gotta coupla days till it gets bad." "How's Lottie doin'?" sniffles Alice. "She woke us up twice inna night, screamin'," sighs Sally. "Sprised you din' heehr'it. Solly mus' be lett'neh lissen t' t'em stupid radio shows." "You heeh any'ting f'rm t' Ginsboigs?" questions Alice. "Yeh," nods Sally. "Misteh G's doin' awright so fawr. He seen me tawkin' t' Sammy out awna stoop an' wan'ed t' go downa shop an' do some woik, but we tawked 'im out'v it." "Nobody likes t' be locked up," sighs Alice. "Leas' I neveh did." "What?" "Nut'n...")

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("We're joost loocky Danny wasn't here farr that dinnar," sighs Uncle Frank. "He's keepin' things gooin' oot t' th' waaarhoose." "Hmph," hmphs Ma, as she prepares a bottle for Frankie. "He toold me Jimmy an' Izzie offarred'im a jaaab, droivin' tharr car," Uncle Frank continues. "HMPH," hmphs Ma, leaving no question of her attitude on the matter. "He says 'e doon' want t'be noo choofoor," chuckles Uncle Frank. "An' b'soides, th' unifarrm didn't fit." He pauses at the sound of a cry from the bedroom. "Roit aaahn toime," sighs Ma. "Th' boy'll make a good railrood conductoor someday," observes Uncle Frank. "Give me that thermoometar," directs Ma, as she dashes a sq uirt of formula on her forearm to check the temperature. "Ye doon't need a thermoometar, ye goin' to do that," snorts Uncle Frank. "It ain't farr th' milk," exhales Ma, as she heads for the bedroom...)

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(YOU SOLD ROSEN??? Do you think Jewish-Canadian outfielders who can hit .325 come along every day????)

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("Kind of a lame ***, miss" really ought to be a popular slang phrase.)

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(The visual coding here is -- ah -- interesting.)

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(How do you -- ah -- oh, never mind...)

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(And you just happened to have a still photo from a twenty-year-old British movie sitting right there in your drawer, huh?)

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(Ahhhh, the old horse-switching game...)

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(A $7 a week reporter? He must've been at it for a long time.)

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(Oh well, they got to see Marlene Dietrich, and she puts on a much better show...)
 

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And in the Daily News...

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Find a niche and fill it.

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It's so much easier to just stay home.

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You'd think they'd done something like this before...

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All captains and no airmen?

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He probably ISN'T dead at that. Maybe he ran off with a Bleached Hussy.

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This Neo-Victorianism won't catch on.

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Again with the spanking? I thought that fad had passed.

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You don't give gifts on May Day, you march in parades.

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Fish not even in the barrel, but flopping around on the floor...

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Oh, wonderful. I hope Skeezix runs into Miss Snipe.
 
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"Th' boy'll make a good railrood conductoor someday,"

His parents are Mickey and Bink; I see a bright future for him in the field of crim... well, er, umm, well, let's see how things develop. Genes are only one part of the story.

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He probably ISN'T dead at that. Maybe he ran off with a Bleached Hussy.

I could see it: Honey might be a bit too much.

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Again with the spanking? I thought that fad had passed.

How long has Barrymore been dead?

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Oh, wonderful. I hope Skeezix runs into Miss Snipe.

Yes, there is plenty of corruption in business (and let's not even talk about government contracts), but it isn't all like this either. I expected more from our boy. And I liked Miss Snipe.
 

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The story about missing Jeanne Wilson cast sobering note this overcast Chicago morning.

The Erskine Caldwell God's Little Acre rumpus recalls my introduction to the novel occurred while
paging through a P.l..y.b..y and came across a photo spread review reenactment of its film with Tina Louise.
Even a confirmed Mary Ann fan would get hot and bothered. And moi most definitely did.

Derby vetting continues. Contenders, pretenders, and a mile-quarter chastise distance. :confused:
 
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The story about missing Jeanne Wilson cast sobering note this overcast Chicago morning.

The Erskine Caldwell God's Little Acre rumpus recalls my introduction to the novel occurred while
paging through a P.l..y.b..y and came across a photo spread review reenactment of its film with Tina Louise.
Even a confirmed Mary Ann fan would get hot and bothered. And moi most definitely did.

Derby vetting continues. Contenders, pretenders, and a mile-quarter chastise distance. :confused:

I have not followed the Derby prep races or anything about it this year – life got in the way. If you don't mind, please tell me, what are your top-three horses of interest?
 

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I have not followed the Derby prep races or anything about it this year – life got in the way. If you don't mind, please tell me, what are your top-three horses of interest?

Floridan racing were the most productive preparatory with Californian tracks lesser grade.

I like Chief Wallabe (12); Commandment (6), and philosophically rail dead Renegade; whom must be
included for peace of mind sake since he remains best final eighth prep fraction at 11.84 seconds.
Enigma Japanese Danon Bourbon (7) possesses requisite distance heredity though bereft speed record
kept. The Puma (9); and Emerging Market (15) round out the choice cut.
 

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