The Era -- Day By Day

[Harp]

Homicide rules roost with bridal abduction, juvenile prosecutable intent, and political
shenanigans leading listed felonies. During the fracas these circas always had adultery,
Reno files, lots of alimony and estate matters to salivate over.

Charlie chortles unspoken truth but Milt's typically all-tease-no-strip sketches lead
chaste conclude loosened knot finis. Like watching wall paint dry.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Yeh," replies Bink Scanlan, leaning nervously into the telephone. "It's me. Look, I gotta prawblem, 'n yawr t' on'y one I trus' t' help me wit' it. Yeh. It's about Fat-- it's about Frank Leary. Yeh. I been t'inkin' 'bout t'em t'ings you said, an' I'm scaiet. He's a rut'less gangsteh, an' i'm afraid f' my life. An' look, I know wheh he is. Yeh, him 'n 'na ol' lady bot'. No, I ain' gonna tell ya oveh t' phone. It ain' safe heeh. Look, heeh's how it is. I'm gonna meet'choo at t' Dragon's Den, you know t'at place? Chop Suey jernt on Flatbush, right neeh t' Patio T'eateh. Yeh. Friday at half pas' two inna aftehnoon. We'll have t' place t'w ouehselfs. Yeh. Two t'oity shawrp. What? I dunno, I awrways get it wit' chicken. Yawr t' wizze'd, ask t' spirits if t' beef is any good. Awright. Don' be late." With a deep breath, Bink hangs up the receiver. "T'at awright?' she asks. "It'll do," nods Sergeant Brosnan. "Don't much like chop suey," observes McManus. "Too salty." "Try the chow mein," suggests Brosnan, just as Joe enters, scowling deeply at the sight of the detectives. "I got nut'n moeh t'tell t' two'a yez," he glares. "You hungry?" questions Brosnan. "That was a good sandwich the other day," agrees McManus. 'Two of those Specials," requests Brosnan. "Easy on the salt," adds McManus...)

("Heeh's what we'eh gonna need," announces Sally, peeling a sheet from her tablet and handing it to her seatmate. "Ask ya husban' if he's got'tis stuff down in 'is woikshawp." "One numbeh 72 drill," reads Alice. "Twen'ny five feet 'a numbeh 16 bell wieh. One 12 quawrt galvanized pail. One roll'a friction tape. T'ree stand'ed size sash weights..." "T'ezza few ot'eh t'ings," continues Sally, "but we c'n pick'm up at t' drug stoeh on t' wawk home. Do t'ey still have chlorofawrm innem half-pint bot'ls?" "Um," ums Alice. "I do'wanna hafta buy a whole pint," sighs Sally, "if I don' need it...)

("Hosanna Herring is the treat that -- Is good for you and good for your cat -- Smoky goodness and salty too -- Ho-ho-sanna is the fish for you!")

(Check his head too, while you're at it.)

(See what you avoid when every relative you have died broke?)

(His pants aren't THAT fancy.)

(Hey, he could still beat Billy Conn!)

(Hey, you know what would make "Little Orphan Annie" a truly great strip? THIS CAT.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"There must be some misunderstanding."

"Oh yeah????" -- Solly Pincus.

"Rabbits? What rabbits?"

I've been out of the theatre business for almost two years now, but I still wake up in a cold sweat from dreaming about it...

"Hey! IT'S THE WRONG KEY!"

A voice that unnerves and upsets the listeners is always an asset in radio.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. I want to see Andy's new superhero identity. THE BLUE GOOSE!

Ahhhh, the ritual continues....

Life is nothing more than an endless series of petty negotiations.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

"All right, Mr. Rickey," puffs Mr. Mann, dropping the heavy bundle on the desk. "Here they are. One hundred copies of the Daily Worker. But I don't see..." "Summon a messenger," chortles Mr. Rickey, lighting a fresh cigar. "Have them delivered to Mr. James Powers at the Daily News. Collect." "I tried to warn you," mutters Mr. Parrott. "On reconsideration," chuckles Mr. Rickey, "Mr. Parrott, YOU may deliver them to Mr. Powers." 'Um," ums Mr. Parrott. "And you may retain," proclaims Mr. Rickey, "whatever gratuity he may offer." "Yes sir," sighs Mr. Parrott....

 

[Fading Fast]

"...Yawr t' wizze'd, ask t' spirits if t' beef is any good..."

A very Alice-like line, but Bink shares a similar sense of humor just with less naiveté. (Spellcheck conveniently provided the accent. Everyday AI pays bigger and bigger dividends for all the investment. Otherwise, I'd have had to hold the "E" key down for a few seconds – the horror!)

Separately, how funny would it be if McManus and Brosnan become regular customers of Big Joe's

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"Heeh's what we'eh gonna need," announces Sally, peeling a sheet from her tablet and handing it to her seatmate. "Ask ya husban' if he's got'tis stuff down in 'is woikshawp." "One numbeh 72 drill," reads Alice. "Twen'ny five feet 'a numbeh 16 bell wieh. One 12 quawrt galvanized pail. One roll'a friction tape. T'ree stand'ed size sash weights..." "T'ezza few ot'eh t'ings," continues Sally, "but we c'n pick'm up at t' drug stoeh on t' wawk home. Do t'ey still have chlorofawrm innem half-pint bot'ls?" "Um," ums Alice. "I do'wanna hafta buy a whole pint," sighs Sally, "if I don' need it...

Dear Lord.

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Check his head too, while you're at it.

Seriously, they should. But how far had medicine advanced for that in 1946? Without an MRI or CT scan what can you really know?

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Hey, you know what would make "Little Orphan Annie" a truly great strip? THIS CAT.

"It's important that we all ignore the crazy lady from Maine."

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"There must be some misunderstanding."

It seems like they shot the right guy, he just had the stolen wallet on him.

Interesting to see the clergy and Planned Parenthood holding hands at the start.

If you include the 5% savings on the coat, her outfit cost no more and no less than under the much vaunted price controls. In a year, I'll bet it will be lower.

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I've been out of the theatre business for almost two years now, but I still wake up in a cold sweat from dreaming about it...

No matter what it is, good or bad, time still flies by. Would you rather be back in it?

 

[LizzieMaine]

I'll never set foot in the place again as long as I live. But I still find that I can't stop eating Milk Duds...

The more we see of Pete Reiser's determined path of self-destruction, the more I think there's something wrong with him. Relentless play is one thing, but losing your team two pennants because you can't stop running into walls isn't doing anyone any good.