The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

"I neveh done'at when *I* was dancin'," scoffs Sally. "Y'don't say!" marvels Alice...

 

[Fading Fast]

"I neveh done'at when *I* was dancin'," scoffs Sally. "Y'don't say!" marvels Alice...

"I'm surprised you had any left to wear'" deadpans Alice. "Shut up" rejoins a miffed Sally.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Well," headshakes Sally, emerging from the 18th Avenue BMT station, "awl I c'n say is we neveh hadda say no prayehs when I was at Erasmus. An' I wouldn'a if t'ey'd tried t' make me. I neveh needed to anyways -- I DONE my homewoik!" "I din' go t'school much," admits Alice, as they head up 18th Avenue. "But when I did, I prayed awla time. I prayed t' sistehs would stop hitt'n me wit' t' edge'a t'at ruleh..." "Huh," huhs Sally, as they pass the darkened windows of Ebinger's. "Bake'ry still closed," sighs Sally. "Siddy can't go on much lawngeh," sighs Alice, "wit'out no blackout cake." "T'at cake," snorts Sally, "izza REASON t'ezza sugeh shawrtage." "Excuse me," comes the firm voice of a man stepping out of the Manor Cafeteria. "Alice Dooley?" "It's Krause now," hesitates Alice. "An' who wants t' know?" "Sergeant Brosnan," announces the detective, displaying his badge. "Now justa' MINUTE," interrupts Sally. "She ain' got nut'nt'a do wit' anyt'ing! An' you c'n tell t'em rats awna Rankin Committee t'at..." "Sal..." interrupts Alice. She gives the detective a slow, hard look. "Whassis awlabout?" "Like to ask you a few questions," explains Brosnan. "About a friend of yours." "YOU DON' HAFTA TELL"M NUT"N!" snaps Sally. "Thought we'd go downtown," continues Brosnan. "Shouldn't be long." Alice breathes sharply, and shakes her head. "Can't we do it at my house?" she pleads. "Car's over here," directs Brosnan. "Sal," murmurs Alice. "Go home, tell Siddy. Tell'im I'll be awright, it won' be lawng..." "TAKE T' FIT' AMEN'MENT!" bellows Sally, as Brosnan helps Alice into the car....)

("Hiya, Solly," greets Joe. "Packa Camels," mutters Solly stepping to the counter. He riffles the stack of Eagles as Joe fills his order, and tosses down two dimes. "Keep t' change," he adds, stripping the cellophane tab from the pack. "Hey," heys Joe. "I was gonna ask ya -- some guy give Uncle Frank a coupla tickets t' t' footbawl game Friday night, an' he can't use 'em, so 'e give'm t' me. Sal don' like football, so how 'bout you'n me go, see what it's awlabout." "Neh," declines Solly. "I'm busy." "Ahhhhh, yawr t' boss!' chuckles Joe. "What'sa pernta bein'a boss if y'can't take a night awff..." "I SAID I'M BUSY," snaps Solly, a hard edge in his voice. He jams a cigarette in his mouth,. snaps a match, and takes a deep puff. "I'm busy," he repeats, heading for the door, just as Bink Scanlan enters. "SO LEEMEE ALONE!" "Get him," scoffs Bink, as the door slams closed. "What t'hell??" gapes Joe...)

(I'd think the board would go along with that...)

(If MacPhail really wants to make it interesting, he should appoint himself manager. Imagine how much fun he'll have getting drunk and firing himself...)

("So --ah -- anybody here know anything about navigation?")

(Dish the dirt! Dish ALL the dirt!)

(Booooo! Bring on Violent Ray!)

(Well, back to the grind...)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Clumsily hacked out with a pair of scissors." That's the trouble these days, nobody has any pride in their work.

And heeeeeeere we go....

"We'll give them to Mr. Tracy. He collects them. They'll make a lovely Christmas gift."

He's not the only one.

Always get a receipt.

You could make it a quartet...

"And whatever you do, don't ask him about farming."

And that's how you make money in real estate.

Plan for the future today!

That's it, sound enthusiastic...

 

[Fading Fast]

I'd think the board would go along with that...

Indeed. Today, the legal and compliance departments of banks often having larger staffs than the line of businesses. It requires massive resources, complex processes, and huge documentation to comply with all the banking regulations. It's one of the reasons we have these massive banks: They need the economies of scale. The smaller banks aren't even that small as, they, too, have compliance requirements that demand massive resource commitment.

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Dish the dirt! Dish ALL the dirt!

Wait until they get to the Leona Stockpool file.

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"Clumsily hacked out with a pair of scissors." That's the trouble these days, nobody has any pride in their work.

And they left the most valuable piece behind.

I think the war took away so many of the true professionals.

Separately, why in God's name is a union accusing a movie star of being a communist? Times sure were different. Today those groups pretty much fight to be seen as more radical as a point of pride.

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"We'll give them to Mr. Tracy. He collects them. They'll make a lovely Christmas gift."

"I'd prefer a nice piece of luggage. I have a leather grip all picked out if anyone cares. Anyone?" — Chief Brandon

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That's it, sound enthusiastic...

Who do we think suggested going along for the trip: the DL?

 

[LizzieMaine]

The AFL is pretty much a middle/right-wing organization in 1946 -- when in the Worker they talk about the "Dubinskyites," that's what they mean, unions, like David Dubinsky's ILGWU, descended from old craft guilds rather than the broadbased industrial unionism of the CIO. Jurisdictional disputes between old-line AFL unions and the newer CIO unions are very common, especially in Hollywood, and redbaiting the CIO has always been the AFL's weapon of choice. Miss Loy has gotten caught in the crossfire, and she won't, alas, be the last...

I wouldn't put it past Mr. Caniff to pull somebody really unexpected off the shelf for this final storyline. We haven't seen Normandie in years...

 

[Fading Fast]

...I wouldn't put it past Mr. Caniff to pull somebody really unexpected off the shelf for this final storyline. We haven't seen Normandie in years...

Normandie, with Pat not far behind, would be a neat choice that I'd be happy to see.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And their -- ah -- Normandie's little girl would be, oh, about eight years old now.

 

[Harp]

The Lind case will likely see the child, twelve year old June, remanded juvenile custodial
care until age twenty one. Her mother doesn't seem fit to raise her daughter.

The $10k bail charge release of June McNiece on Man 1 shows prosecution's weak hand.

And the Lehman jewels heist evidenced a heavy handed smash and grab approach
where the locked cabinet spoke all the haul; so prolonged locus stay unnecessary,
and the lock ripped out with scissors. Fencing all the ice will similarly prove challenging.

Coolangatta doesn't appear ready for Lana.

One would think Milt will bring Pat and Terry back together.

And, last but certainly not least is Ms Myrna Loy's vindication.
A lady of grace, beauty, and timeless elegance.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("I do'wanna tawk about it, Sal," insists Alice. "It was nut'n. Tat's awl it was, it was nut'n." "Cops don' pick ya up onna street jus' aroun'a cawrneh fr'm ya house at six o'clock at night jus' f' nut'n," observes Sally. They ride on in heavy silence for an interval, before Alice takes a deep breath. "T'ey t'ink he kilt a guy," she resumes, in a low, tight murmur. "T'ey t'ink Solly Pincus kilt t'at hood, t'at Wilentz guy t'at mugged ya las' winteh, an' helped Flannehry frame up awn Sammy." Sally is silent for another interval. "T'at's stupid," she finally replies. "Solly Pincus would'n even k ill time." "Wilentz beat 'im up," reminds Alice., "an'ee said 'ee was gonna get 'im." "I've known Solly Pincus longeh t'en I've known you," insist Sally. "He couldn' k ill nobody." Another silence ensues. "Wawr changes people," observes Alice. "It din' change Joe," argues Sally. "It did," counters Alice. "Nawt like t'at," counters Sally. "An' not Solly neit'eh. We gotta do sump'n. We gotta, I dunno, tawk t'somebody we can trust, figyeh t'is out. Maybe t'at lawyeh t'at helped Sammy, t'at guy Hoishkewitz." "I know who I'm gonna tawk to," mutters Alice...)

("Whassis?" questions Rosa Capiello as stagehands carry a cardboard jar of Instant Chase & Sanborn across the studio. "Something new the agency wants to do," sighs Mr. Sobol. "It's always something." "I gotta weah t'at???" frowns Rosa. "T' big can is bad enough, but..." "No," replies Sobol, flipping thru his timing sheets. "The idea is that the jar is your sister. She stands in the middle of the stage swaying to the music while you skate around her." "T'at'sa stupidest t'ing I eveh hoida," exhales Rosa. "Show business, baby," chuckles Sobol, as a light flashes in Rosa's mind. "Hey," she injects. "Who's gonna be inna jar?" "Dunno," shrugs Sobol. "I suppose I'll have to hire some chorine, like I have the budget. Unless one of the secretaries'll do it." "An' all she's gotta do is sway?" questions Rosa. "Yeah," nods Sobol. "Don' ask nobody yet," requests Rosa. "I gotta make a phone cawll...")

(Coming events...)

(I've done this, and it isn't easy. But neither is singing for Benny Goodman.)

(What, no box scores from Venezuela? I'm going thru withdrawal!)

(Sorry, no hitchhikers.)

(How 'bout all those years she cohabitated with a truck driver?)

(I suppose if Connie Mack and Lowell Thomas were to team up and turn to crime, it would look something like this...)

(That's it! Now throw a chair!)

(Don't worry, he'll be back at the house in time for breakfast.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"You may catch the full story any morning on a radio serial." Nahhh, she's no Helen Trent.

So many old traditions are anything but.

"Depends on whether they button the coat."

Ornithologists are pretty tough birds.

Get packed, kid.

Andy's very good at what he does, but what he does is avoiding doing anything.

WHAT A REMARKABLE IDEA

MUSIC: Dramatic sting up and under

It's getting so a crook can't make an honest living.

"I won't d ie! I CAN'T d ie! I haven't seen 'The Jolson Story'!"

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Nothing's Too Good For Our Veterans.

Wait Till Next Year!

 

[Fading Fast]

"Wawr changes people," observes Alice. "It din' change Joe," argues Sally. "It did," counters Alice.

Alice has a wonderful raw intelligence equalled by a wonderful raw bluntness when called for.

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Nature continues to heal itself. Has Joe gotten beef yet?

I assume this Drakes is what would become the conglomerate Drakes, which would then be absorbed (in only the last 20 or so years) into an even bigger bakery conglomerate that still makes the much beloved single-serve coffee cake (that was often my breakfast through four years of college).

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What, no box scores from Venezuela? I'm going thru withdrawal!

World Series starts tonight and Google AI promised me a true 8:03 PM first-pitch start. All the hoopla is from 7 Pm - 8 PM, again, according the the thing that is going to rule or bankrupt the world.

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So many old traditions are anything but.

But then or now, it still inspires some amazingly fuzzy thinking.

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MUSIC: Dramatic sting up and under

Would Gould kill off Themesong?

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Nothing's Too Good For Our Veterans.

Awful public housing condition in NYC continue to this day. For sure, not as horrible as described here, but truly awful. Some are so bad, the garbage and rat descriptions could still apply as I've seen it. What I don't understand is that NYC is a fully democratic run city with the only political fights between the regular lefties and the far lefties and they'd love to turn NYC into one huge housing project yet they don't actually care about making the existing projects work. The money is there, the political will or desire or payoff or something isn't there. Even our new democratic socialist mayor shows very little interesting in improving any of the numerous public services, but he wants to increase them anyway. One day, this disconnect will be explained to me.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Joe's got chicken, but I hear he's still waiting on the beef. He's p'ticuleh.

I always thought Drake's Cakes were far far superior to that Hostess junk. The coffee cakes were sublime, and so are Ring Dings.