The Era -- Day By Day

[Farace]

"A one-time circus queen and ******** rider." Hey, ever hear of a guy named Langford?

What the heck is wrong with "dilettante" that caused our censor bot to block it?

I was assuming the censored word was “********,” but still . . .

EDIT: I guess I was right, b a r e b a ck it is. This is ridiculous.

Terry drags like Hector these days. Milt might have been in his cups or merely despondent.
Whatever, but strip's off rails and seems utterly lost rhyme and reason.

I’ve been wondering if Canniff wants to leave his successor in a in a difficult spot to continue from. Is he bitter about being removed, or is he glad to be rid of it? (Reminds me slightly of my time in college radio; one semester the DJ before loved to try to leave me with a song that it would be impossible to segue out of.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Nora, me dear," oozes Uncle Frank. "D'ye knoo what's cooomin' oop? Our annivaaaarsary!" 'Oor annivarrsary," glowers Ma, "is Decemmmbar faarst. Moor than a moonth away." "Noonth'less," enthuses Uncle Frank. "Oi think we should doo soomthin' special. Oi think we boooth d'sarrve a vacation. Faaaaar away fr'm here." Ma glares over the top of her glasses. "Doon't give me thaaat look," protests Uncle Frank. "Oi've got it alll planned. Get away fr'm th' cooold weatharr. "It's sixty eight degrees oot," observes Ma. "Oi made all th' arrangements," declares Uncle Frank. "Oi caaaalled in soom favarrs, collected soom debts, an' Oi got th' tickets right here. Get packed, th' train leaves in noinety minutes." 'What koinda debts???" demands Ma. "Jimmy didn't realize he oowed me soom money," twitches Uncle Frank. "Whaaaar'd HE get it?" drives Ma. "He got it froom his woife. He toold'arr he wanted t' go away t' golf camp. She handed 'im th' checkbook, an' wished'im good luck." Ma inspects the tickets. "Havaaaana???" she blurts. "Sleeparr coach t' Miami, an' thin aaaanward by boat," explains Uncle Frank. "Joe c'n run th' stoor faaaar ye." "But what aboot me clients??" snaps Ma. "Heckie knoos that business," jitters Uncle Frank. "How ye ixpect," explodes Ma, "t' get intarr Havana withoot noo BLOOODY PAPAAARS?" "It's been taken care oov," insists Uncle Frank, glancing frantically at the clock. "We woon't ixactly be landin' at th' regular wharrrf..." "Yaaaaar insane," dismisses Ma. "Nora," warns Uncle Frank, "troooost me aaaahn this....")

("Those men," frowns Mrs. Ginsburg, peering out the parlor window. "Still they watch. Questions they ask, Mendel. I don't like it, I don't like at all." "Mm," nods Mr. Ginsburg, knocking the dottle from his pipe. "About Sergeant Pincus. They came to mine shop yesterday. I told them what I know, the truth. And nothing more." "And what do they want with him?" questions Mrs. Ginsburg. "It is nothing, Esther," frowns Mr. Ginsburg. "A misunderstanding is all." A knock at the door interrupts the conversation. Mrs. Ginsburg steps to the door. "Hey Misteh G," pipes the voice of Lottie Schreibstein, "y'gotta phone cawl." "Ah," nods Mr. Ginsburg. "I have been expecting...")

("Twelve dollehs!" gushes Bink, waving the check under Joe's nose. "T'at's what'ey paid me! F'stan'in'eh wit' a coffee jawr on, an' Rosa skatin' aroun' me in coicles! Twelve dollehs!" "Nice woik," marvels Joe, "if y' c'n get it." "Whez t' ol' lady?" demands Bink. "She said'at Zeno's a fake, but he said I was comin' inta money, an' I DID. Wait'll I show 'eh..." "She ain't heeh," shrugs Joe. "She'n Uncle Frank jus' left. Packed a coupl'a grips an' out t'ey went. Said I'm in chawrge till'ey get back." "Oh," frowns Bink. "An' Ma lef' me t'is list," continues Joe, "of t'ings you gotta do, you'n Heckie. I din' read it, but I t'ink you know what it is." "Oh," glares Bink, accepting the sealed envelope. "I neveh get t' have no fun..." "Y'ain't heeh t' have fun," reminds Joe. "Oh, an' I putcha baby t'bed." "NEVEH," growls Bink, thumping up the back stairs, "get t' have no fun....")

(Careful, Mr. Lichty. Rankin will put you on a list.)

(And we thought this was going to be a dull winter...)

(These two have a very strange marriage.)

(Yeah, Granny, it'll go right over your head...)

(Um...)

(My father's boxing career.)

("And somebody clean these @### gutters!")

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Have we covered everything?

Start taking notes now, before it gets complicated...

The first year you don't do it, the neighborhood whispers, but eventually they get used to it...

You come here in your slick suit and your panama hat and your three-pointed pocket square...

And who might be on the other end of that line, HMMM?

Ever notice in this strip, the bu llet never lodges in the target?

Back to the grind...

See here we thought Walt was just poking along selling furniture. We didn't know about the whole loansharking thing...

Now all you have to do is decide who sings lead.

Once you learn to wrestle, you never forget.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

General Wood is the Chairman of the Board of Sears & Roebuck, and was the chairman, and one of the largest individual bankrollers, of the 1940-41 America First Committee.

 

[Fading Fast]

"Nora, me dear," oozes Uncle Frank.

This sentence, well, really, just the verb, tells you almost all you need to know.

Get away fr'm th' cooold weatharr. "It's sixty eight degrees oot," observes Ma.

Perfect.

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"Y'ain't heeh t' have fun," reminds Joe. "Oh, an' I putcha baby t'bed." "NEVEH," growls Bink, thumping up the back stairs, "get t' have no fun...."

Joe and Alice have a lot in common. They'd have made a good couple, but Sally adds the spice that Joe knows he needs and can't provide on his own. And, Bink, did you have fun making the baby?

Separately, the great annual "where to eat cheap for Thanksgiving" contest will be starting soon.

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These two have a very strange marriage.

I don't really understand the point of this strip.

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Have we covered everything?

Ironically, Frank and Ava would marry in five years. At least that one went well.

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You come here in your slick suit and your panama hat and your three-pointed pocket square...

The bowtie didn't even make the list. It's really the three-pointed pocket square that sent you over the edge, isn't it?

 

[Harp]

Somewhere I read that Artie Shaw was approached inside a South Pacific latrine
by a sarcastic lieutenant commander who wanted to shake the hand that had touched
Lana Turner's bare ******s; whereupon, Shaw-an enlisted man-offered another part
of his anatomy with tactile Lana Turner intimate provenance.

Dragon Gal's gotta be around the corner someplace on the other end of that phone.