The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Chemistry, stinginess, promiscuity, and continence." Keep romance alive.

And this might just be the most New York letter ever.

"THAT WALLET IS IMPORTANT TO ME I WAS GOING TO GIVE IT TO THE CHIEF FOR HIS BIRTHDAY BUT I LIKED IT SO MUCH I KEPT IT FOR MYSELF"

Guess what: it doesn't get any easier.

I mean, whattaya think, kid, ya in the Army?

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick...

Barney Baruch? I had Pop figured more for a Henry George type.

"They said 'the sherrif s ucks eggs.'" "We ride tonight."

That must be some candy bar.

That's why Emmy keeps the house in her own name.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Even Mike likes a good Brooklyn blackout cake.

What's Billy's father in law up to these days?

 

[Fading Fast]

"Problems aren't solved by running away from them." Hey, what do you hear from Bill and the kids?

"Is that that lady from Maine again? I told you to filter her letters out before you give me my mail." — MW

And

Somebody is channeling his inner Mr. Ginsburg

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Did Jane take a day off to go fur shopping?

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"Chemistry, stinginess, promiscuity, and continence." Keep romance alive.

The bigamist's second wife is the keeper. Pretty and funny. She deserves much better.

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Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick...

"Well, does this purchasing agent or manager or secretary have a name?"
"Shut up, just shut up."

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Even Mike likes a good Brooklyn blackout cake.

Though I'd bet even his own family can't stand him. Living with him cannot age well.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Put down the branding iron first...

 

[Fading Fast]

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Put down the branding iron first...

"Let's not be too hasty with that call." — JA

Every head within earshot snaps around.


Kidding aside, thank you for posting this, Lizzie.

 

[Harp]

Willie Francis should be pardonable by Louisiana gubernatorial decree; since SCOTUS
couldn't be bothered with inherent justiciability issues within due process and double jeopardy implicit erroneous sentence occurrence subjective mitigation.

The Hesse jewels drag on. A reputable Chicago jewel fence should have known the immediate heat precluded any reasonable transaction for these particular gems and waved off away the lamp light. Instead, the intense glare is so blinding, all biz is affected by the resultant fallout. Come into Chicago braying like a lamb and get pushed out riding a hard iron meat hook.

Binnie is such a wonderful girl, such pecious innocence wrapped mature wisdom. Mary Worth has it in spades over Terrence and The Miscreants.

 

[LizzieMaine]

(With a sigh, Bink Scanlan slides the SORRY NO MEAT TODAY sign into place in the front window, and resumes her station behind the counter. No sooner has she picked up her copy of "Screen Romances" than the screen door skeens open to admit a short, furtive-looking woman, her identity poorly concealed behind a pair of dark glasses. "Hey," begins Miss Kaplan, as she approaches the counter. "Wheh's Joe?" "He ain'eeh," tosses Bink, not looking up from her magazine. "He took his kid downtown t'see t' cake. No meat t'day, sawry." "I dowanno meat," dismisses Miss Kaplan. "B'sides, bein' a model, I gotta wawtch me figyeh." Bink shoots her a surveying look, raises an eyebrow, and returns to her magazine. When Miss Kaplan continues to glare, she sighs. "What'llya have?" she exhales. "Don' have no banana split, I'm savin'ose bananas." "I dowan' nut'n," Miss Kaplan frowns. "I got a message f'Joe." She digs into her jacket pocket, and produces an envelope. "Giv'im t'is," she commands. "An' get t'is -- don' let t'at wife'a his know I was in'eeh. Y'get me?" "Huh," huhs Bink. "Awright," nods Miss Kaplan. "An' keep ya mout' shut." "Yeh," snorts Bink, as the visitor skeens out. Bink blinks at the envelope, shrugs, and slices it open with a bread knife. She extracts the single folded sheet and sniffs at it, twitching her nose at the odeur. She squints to decipher the handwriting, and as she reaches the key passage her eyes expand to full width. She bites at her lower lip, as Ma bustles in from the back room. "Is thaaat faarr me?" she demands. "GIve it hyarrr." "It ain' nut'n," stammers Bink, shoving the note into her apron. "Jus' my groc'ry list." "Ye bettar buy yeself soom bananas," snorts Ma. "An' keep ye hands aaaafa moine." "Yeh," gulps Bink. "I'll do t'at. Yeh....")

("I din' want no cake anyways," growls Leonora, picking at a hole in the wicker seat. "Ahhhh, t'at cake was t' bunk anyways," assures Joe, swaying from his strap as the car careens toward Prospect Park. "T'ezza million cakes betteh -- I said T'EZZA MILLION CAKES BETTEH t'en'at lousy cake." "I ain't deaf on'nis side," frowns Leonora. "Sawry," apologizes Joe. "Hey. I tell ya what. Afteh we go home t'night, an' ya Ma goes awff t' school, how 'bout you'n me go downa Ebingeh's an' get some REAL cake?" "Yeh!" declares Leonora. "An' ol' Cashmoeh," snorts Joe, "c'n CHOKE awn'is big dumb cake!" "Looked good t'ough," sighs Leonora. "Yeh," agree Joe, as the train pulls into the station...)

(Roseland was a long time ago...)

(Among her many other accomplishments, Miss Brainerd was responsible for bringing Rudy Vallee to NBC. A moment of silence for Sally.)

("You've just beaten us three games straight, now trade with us." You'd have better luck trading with Vera Cruz.)

(It's always a good sign when you hear the SPLAT.)

("The water route to forgiveness." Oooweee.)

(It's so rare that the comedy relief gets the romantic fade out. Somewhere Irwin Higgs is sighing.)

(Well, something's got to be done about the bugs. Had your malaria shot?)

(No, not so fast. Let her realllllly rub his face in it first.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Candy Schrafft?" Poor kid.

Somebody has very passive-aggressive parents.

"Silence, Slits. You interest me, ridiculous one..."

"Have you ever heard of the doctrine of 'vexatious litigation?'"

You might turn the radio off first. Just a thought.

"Of the zoo." Some of the best lines are never spoken aloud.

You really can't ship one in the baggage car.

So, kid. Whattaya gonna do with YOUR life?

UNEMPLOYED COVINA YOUTH FOUND TIED TO TREE

Labor negotiations.

 

[LizzieMaine]

ANd in the Worker...

Les Rodney's first sports piece in four years!

 

[Fading Fast]

Among her many other accomplishments, Miss Brainerd was responsible for bringing Rudy Vallee to NBC. A moment of silence for Sally.

Sally wonders how she was ever so young as to do anything so silly.

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Somewhere Irwin Higgs is sighing.

That was a bizarre comicstrip but I kinda liked it and liked it more than some of the ones we have now.

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"Candy Schrafft?" Poor kid.

Good, God. This kid has no chance at normalcy. She's in for one bumpy upbringing.

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"Silence, Slits. You interest me, ridiculous one..."

I can hear the DL saying it.

 

[Harp]

Bertha Peterson made her mark most eloquently. Compare her to that fool George Schrafft, scion son born with a silver spoon in his hand and another shoved up his sorry ***. Suzie-Q ain't bad. Not-at-all.

Ian, still cold stone sober, would be advised to plea with Binnie; if he indeed loves her. And I believe he does.
Shades of George Eliot's Silas Marner echo truth cast mercurial fate.

I've eschewed the SCOTUS writeup over the Jackson-Black feud largely because it leads nowhere.

Dragon Gal's ****ed and squeezed Slits, de Plexus, Air Cathy, and probably Mao. Two/thirds contraband remain; leaving a third slippage; which, for war torn Cathay could definitely be worse. This scene reminds the stud poker last hand showdown in The Cincinnati Kid with Edward G Robinson and Steverino. The Man has met his bet and raised Steven $5,000-a considerable Depression era sum. Roughly $190K today. Kid thought Lancy was bluffing with a buyout. Dragon Gal needs to sort it all out first.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Aw, g'waaaaan," scoffs Rosa Capiello. "Read it," insists Bink Scanlan, shoving the sheet of notepaper across the table. Rosa frowns, and scans the message. "Ya see what she's sayin'eh?" continues Bink. "I mean, awl 'cept'at pawrt t'eh 'bout 'pimento.' I dunno why she's bringin'at up." "I t'ink t'at says," squints Rosa, "demented." "Whassat mean?" frowns Rosa. "You know I on'y wen' as fawr as 6B." "It means crazy," sighs Rosa. "Wel'leh ya go!" declares Bink. "She mus' be," sighs Rosa. "I mean, Joe t'eh, he's a good-lookin' guy if ya go f't'at type, but Sergean' Solly? T'at sign he's got is betteh lookin'nan he is!" "Neveh min'at," snaps Bink. "I mean, I know she neveh shuts'eh yap, but is she really -- pimentos?" "Demented," corrects Rosa. "Yeh," nods Bink. "Well, y'know what? It soives 't'at bum right. T'at flap-eehed louse!" "You gonna say anyt'ing t' Joe?" queries Rosa. "I dunno," exhales Bink. "I dunno nut'nabout t'at gal sen'im t' note. Who says she even knows what's goin' awn?" "Wait," injects Rosa. "Whad'shee look like?" "Shawrt," shrugs Bink. "Had one'a t'em haiehdos like wit' a donut on ya head." "When she tawked," questions Rosa, "did it come out'eh nose?" "Yeh," nods Bink. "I know who t'at is!" declares Rosa. "You musta seen'eh, she woiks oveh t' t'at dress place oveh by t' Patio." "Oh," freezes Bink. "She chased me outa't'eh once. She t'ought I lifted a scawrf." "Didja?"snorts Rosa. "NO," asserts Bink. "It was GLOVES! An' I GIVE 'M BACK! B'sides'ey din' even fit...")

("I don' like it," grumbles Sally. "Ev'ry place I go, people's actin' funny! You notice'at?" "Um," ums Alice, for want of a more considered reply. "I wen' inta Schreibstein's las' night t' get a papeh," Sally continues, "An'nat Lil looks at me like daggehs. An' I come back acrawst'a street, an' Missis Ginsboig is inna foyeh an' asks me if I need t' tawk t' come an' tawk. Whatt'v *I* got t'tawk about!?" Alice glances over at her friend, begins to speak, but never gets the word in. "T'whole neighbehooh!" erupts Sally. "Katie inna bakehry! When we wen' by t'eh t'is mawrnin' I see'eh inneh lookin' out'eh windeh an' she made a face like t'is 'eeh! An'nen t'at guard inna subway, he looks at me like I jus' spit onna flooeh! What's goin' AWN???" Alice takes a deep breath. "Sal," she begins. "I ASK YA!" roars Sally, as the bus rattles thru the plant gate...)

("Whoot's that smell?" wrinkles Ma, emerging from the back room. "Codfish cakes," sighs Joe. "Wit' p'tateh flakes." "It's soomthin'," shrugs Ma. "A foine Oirish dish. Whot'arr ye usin' farr bread?" Joe nods at the counter, where an open box of Streit's Matzos offers evidence of recent experimentation. "Th' great Amaaaaaaarican meltin' pot," chuckles Ma...)

(Is there a swamp near here? Maybe Scarlet can hitch a ride.)

(Reiser steals home again and it doesn't even make the headline. We get so jaded.)

(Better count it first, I hear this business is full of crooks.)

(Nobody wants to be forty, until they're past sixty.)

(Whew, the finance company won't get the sheared rabbit this week...)

(Gawdawmighty...)

(And this is how you do a "tie in" sale.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Havana rhumba dancer? Hey, you wouldn't happen to know Van Lingle Mungo?

You'd think...

Might you have a cousin who lives in a swamp?

Sally when Doyle picked her up for writing on the church wall.

SO DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID

Shh, be inconspicuous. Oh, wait...

Ahhhh, having a candy bar named after you isn't the kick now that it used to be...

"And if you keep eating, it will be!"

"Even the Devil quotes scripture for his own purpose..."

It took him six hours to find a car to lean against that had the keys in it...

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

In our own plane of existence, Andy Gump appeared on hundreds of different products during his heyday of the early 1920s...

....but it was Min who got the candy bar.

 

[Fading Fast]

"Codfish cakes," sighs Joe. "Wit' p'tateh flakes." "It's soomthin'," shrugs Ma. "A foine Oirish dish. Whot'arr ye usin' farr bread?" Joe nods at the counter, where an open box of Streit's Matzos offers evidence of recent experimentation.

This poor guy cannot catch a break. That said, with just a bit of luck, he's going to be making some real money out at that stand.

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Havana rhumba dancer? Hey, you wouldn't happen to know Van Lingle Mungo?

Nothing like this ever happened to Veda.

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Sally when Doyle picked her up for writing on the church wall.

Good one. I bet Ma was none too please about it being a church wall, not cause she's religious, but because of a generational thing and an Irish-immigrant thing.

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....but it was Min who got the candy bar.

Chocolate and marshmallow are one of the best combinations ever.

 

[LizzieMaine]

If writing "Free Sacco and Vanzetti" on the church wall was enough to get ten-year-old Sally in trouble with the parish, imagine the repercussions when nineteen-year-old Sally started handing out those birth-control papers...

 

[Fading Fast]

If writing "Free Sacco and Vanzetti" on the church wall was enough to get ten-year-old Sally in trouble with the parish, imagine the repercussions when nineteen-year-old Sally started handing out those birth-control papers...

Yet only a few years later, she was expressing herself by sending her step-ins arcing toward a stage. Life is quite a trip.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Adolescence does things to people. Fortunately, in a few years, she channeled all that energy into doing the Big Apple with Joe at Roseland...

 

[Harp]

Diplomatic immunity is far from absolute and generally is held reasonable standard for personal conduct,
which allows civil recourse pursuit for unlawful battery. While passing through TSA checkpoint security at O'Hare Airport in Chicago, a Danish diplomat was insistent his person itself enjoyed immunity, so he himself couldn't be searched. I injected myself caused proximate adjacent state to correct what had become a checkpoint quandry of confusion. The diplomatic bag was indeed sacrosanct; although the diplomat in whose possession said consigned was not. I got the darkest scowl ever thrown my direction by the Dane.

Ian argues rightly his own cause for Binnie; alas, however it may be too little too late.
Compared to Mrs Worth, Terry reads like a **** & Jane grammar.

Mrs Clara Visconti is absolutely stunning.