The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

Yoooooo hoooooo.....

And in the Worker --

Nice try Nat, but Larry says a lot of things he doesn't mean...

 

[Fading Fast]

"1200 Allied Planes Rip Jap Fleet Again: Nip Air Opposition Is Knocked Out in Furious Sky Battle."

Why are they not surrendering?

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An' oueh neighbehs inna buildin' is Irish an' Jewish an' Goiman an' I-talian, an' ya know what? We awl get alawng.

Throw in a few more Eastern European ethnicities and you just described my father's neighborhood of New Brunswick, NJ in the 1920s/30s when he grew up. His childhood "ethnic" friends became his friends for life. I grew up with those guys hanging around and they'd sometimes call each other by their ethnicity, "Joe the Italian," and sometimes by the "insults," "Kevin the mick," without an ounce of asperity - these were lifelong friends. You'd also hear a lot of, "I might just be a stupid WOP, but..." It was real multiculturalism, which is why I never bought into the forced top-down BS version of the 1990s, which not surprisingly, gave way to the pitched battles we later had. Yet my Dad's friends were friends for life.

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Never mind Mamie Mullins, it's Honeychile who should go into rasslin'!

She's already got a good wrestler's name or half of one "Thundering Honeychile."

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"I pay no attention to clothing."

"You have an argument or misunderstanding?"

"No, well, other than about her wanting to get married and my saying no."

WTF, that could be THE biggest parent-teenage daughter argument of the 1940s.

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"I'm sorry, sir, we're also out of socks, but could I interest you in a bottle of liquid stockings?"

Arline Judge would go on to have a total of seven marriages and seven divorces.

And, apparently, not every German is starving.

Page 4 gives out with two hits on the same joke in one article:

"How would you like to acquire a Germany's WWII-era leadership fraulien for a daughter-in-law?"

"...'A Strength through Joy' gal on the arm of your hero son."

A "'Strength through Joy' gal" is pretty darn funny.

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I knew her knees would give out eventually...

Editor: "Carl, you know, comicstrips need storylines."
Carl Ed: "Hmm."

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Yoooooo hoooooo.....

Who had Canadian Mountie in the pool for the next new character in the Langford case?

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And of course Camp Unity is advertising in the Daily Worker.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And here I was hoping for a Quebecois fur trapper...

 

[LizzieMaine]

("T'at bum Cashmoeh," fumes Sally. "T'inks he's'n awrt critic jus' 'cause'ey give 'im a coitesy pass t' t' Brooklyn Museum." "I neveh liked 'em muriels," disagrees Alice. "You know when ya get t' Sunday funnies an'ney didn' print it right an'na coleh's awl outa line? Gives me a headache, jus' like t'colehs innem muriels." "Murals," corrects Sally. "Muriel's a cigawr. Anyways, now t'at I put Bilbo in'is place, I'm goin' afteh Cashmoeh. If Choichill c'n lose HIS jawb, who's Cashmoeh? Wha'see know 'bout awrt?" "Sal," sighs Alice. "Did'joo go t'see Docteh Levine las' Sunday?" "She was outa town," shrugs Sally. "Wen't'see some cousin a'sump'n out'n Fawr Rockaway. Why ya ask?" "Jus' wond'rin'..." sighs Alice...)

("So t'at t'stawry," relates Alice, waving away the cloud of blue smoke collected over Uncle Frank's desk. "Siddy's gonna be upt'a t'is camp wit' Willie f'two weeks, an' I jus' need ya to be aroun' 'case any'ting goes wrawng wit' t'pipes inna buildin'. Joe's gonna help out, Sal's gonna help out, y'know, wit' smawl stuff, an', I mean, t'berleh's awff f't' summeh, but you know how t'em wawteh pipes is innat place." "Oi can farr moosta th' toime," agrees Uncle Frank, "boot Oi gaaat t'goo t'Philadelphia with Solly Pincus farr a coopla days next week. Warrr droivin' th' troock down t'look at soom saaaarploos aaaahtamoobile paarts th' Army's sellin'." "I don' t'ink," snickers Alice, "t'Awrmy's sellin' pawrts f'ra 1924 Chevvehlet." "Hmph," hmphs Uncle Frank. "It's th' Aaarmy. Ye moit be s'prised. Boot anyway, Oi c'n have Jimmy aar Danny aroond in case y'need'm farr thim days." "Oh," sighs Alice. "What?" protests Uncle Frank. "Nut'n," shrugs Alice. "What could hap'n?" She takes a deep breath. "T'eh was one ot'eh t'ing," she hesitates. "We still ain' gawt t'final papehs on Willie yet, y'know. I guess Solomon's caught up wit't'is juke bawx t'ing a'sump'n, I dunno. But -- look, tell me t'trut', d'you know weh Mickey is? Afteh'rawl'at runnin' aroun' evr'rybody done, an', I mean, it makes me noivous havin' 'im out t'eh some place, nawt knowin' what'ee might do. Be straight wit' me, Frank. D'you KNOW weh'ree is?" Uncle Frank lays aside his cigar and looks into her eyes. "If I did," he declares in an even voice, "ye'd know aboot it." Alice returns his gaze. "I'm gonna," she returns, "hol' ya to t'at...")

("I dowanna go see no pitcheh," snaps Bink Scanlan. "I dowanna do nut'n. Leemealone, Jimmy!" "Um. Danny." "Whatevveh!!!")

("How many times do I have to tell you, Mother -- we're just shooting a magazine spread!")

(I don't like what they're implying here about poor Fitz. When he was with us, he was well-known as a non-drinker, and if the Phillies drove him to the bottle, that's just heartbreaking.)

(In 2025 there are entire subreddits of guys that pull stuff like this.)

(CORNFIELD CASANOVA! CORNFIELD CASANOVA! CORNFIELD CASANOVA!)

(His name is "Lube?" No wonder he turned to crime.)

(After almost thirty years, Tilda finally had all she could take of Andy Gump.)

(Nah, mention it to your dad. He won't care.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

I bet there's a whole new string of verses to "Hinkey Dinkey Parley Voo..."

What, no diagram?

It's the secret ingredient that gives it that rich, full-bodied taste and aroma...

The war might be just about over, but inter-service rivalries never end.

Tops a war hero???? Tops, the loafer? Tops, the moocher? Tops, the bum? What's next, Tops the Mayor of New York?

Don't laugh, it really IS hard work waiting for Uncle Bim to die for real.

"You too, huh?" -- Bink Scanlan.

"And my shoulder patch -- don't you recognize the insignia of the 15th Mimeograph Division???"

"A rug? No, I don't want to buy a rug!"

A little light trolling before lunch helps build a healthy appetite.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily Worker...

Considering that the Hookworm State has also put in office Rep. John Rankin -- who enjoys calling Walter Winchell "a dirty little k--e" on the floor of the House -- I fear that Rep. Marcantonio might be a bit optimistic in his expectations.

 

[Fading Fast]

"Jap Cities Prepare for New Attacks: Nips Lose 104 Ships in 48-Hour Bombing by Allied Fleet."

Why are they not surrendering?

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"Sal," sighs Alice. "Did'joo go t'see Docteh Levine las' Sunday?" "She was outa town," shrugs Sally. "Wen't'see some cousin a'sump'n out'n Fawr Rockaway. Why ya ask?" "Jus' wond'rin'..." sighs Alice...

Alice is still the best.

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We still ain' gawt t'final papehs on Willie yet, y'know.

I don't like this at all. She should gently nudge Mr. Ginsburg — wasn't he the initial connection to Solomon?

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"I dowanna go see no pitcheh," snaps Bink Scanlan. "I dowanna do nut'n. Leemealone, Jimmy!" "Um. Danny." "Whatevveh!!!"

"Well then, you just rest, dear. I think I'll go over to the Albee and check out this new Bible picture."

Yvonne De Carlo in "Salome."

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His name is "Lube?" No wonder he turned to crime.

And think how popular he'll be in prison.

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"I'll see you later at Lido's, daddy."

Perfect. Well, it would have been perfect had they printed the General's name as I'm guessing his wife would have been interested.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("I drank some'a t'wawteh outa t'at cooleh'r inna plant," gulps Alice. "Y't'ink maybe somebody tried'a perzen us??" "I tol' ya," dismisses Sally, "t'at's some ot'eh plant. In Bushwick, yet." "Yeh," argues Alice," "but t'ey was makin' radio pawrts, same as us. Somebody try'na perzen radio pawrts woikehs in one plant, what's t'say t'ey ain' gonna try anot'eh?" "Nah," nahs Sally. "Look, who'da we woik fawr? Weste'n Electric. T'at's t' phone comp'ny. Y'know what kin'a security t'phone compn'y's gawt? Awlem plant goons wawkin' aroun' wit' ***s onneh belt? Who's gonna get pas' t'em?" "I s'pose," sighs Alice. "I'm jus' noivous, I guess. Siddy an' Willie goin' awf t'camp t'marreh, fois' time Willie's been away since he come t'live wit' us, fois' time Siddy's been away fr'm t' buildin' since he stawrted woikin'eh, fois' time we been apawrt since we been married." "You was away las' week," reminds Sally. "T'at day you absenteed outa woik. An' ya neveh tol' me weh ya went." "You eveh been t' Elmira?" queries Alice. "No," admits Sally. "Y'evveh go t'Elmira," Alice sighs, "y'll see t'eh'r ain' nut'n t'say about it...")

("Yeh," nods Solly Pincus, eyeing his Toomey's Diner cheese sandwich with some suspicion. "It ain' a bad ideeh. Y'could prob'ly do a good business wit' hamboigehs inneh. What I wouldn' give f'ra good hamboigeh." "Not right now," continues Joe. "I mean, y'can't get t'meat. But y'know, once t'rationin's let up, I t'ink it'd be a good t'ing to do inneh." "Joe," sighs Solly, "I know it's ya fam'ly an' awl, but y'gotta t'ink biggeh'r'n'at. Take t'is soiplus t'ing I'm goin' in on wit' Frank an'nis guy Lowrey in Chicago. T'ehr'a coupla small-timehs, but t'ideeh's a good one. T'ez gonna be a lotta t'is stuff, an' if ya get in oily y'can make a bundle on it. Look, why don'choo t'ink it oveh, an' maybe come in awn it wit' me?" "Nah," nahs Joe, staring into his coffee cup. "T'at awrmy stuff -- nah, I had enuffa t'at. Do'wanna be aroun' it, y'know?" "Ah," ahs Solly, peeling back his bread to reassure himself that there is, in fact, cheese beneath. "Y'know," he resumes thru a mouthful, "I seen some t'ings oveh t'eh. An' sometimes I still see'm. An' when I do, I pitcheh'ra dooeh in me mind. An' when I stawrt seein'em t'ings I slam t'dooeh shut an' 'magine I'm nailin' a boehd acrawst it. An'nat dooeh jus' stays closed, y'know?" "Yeh," nods Joe, draining his cup, and reaching into his shirt pocket for the dark rectangle of Tucks Plug....)

(On her cot in the back room of Lieb's Candy Store, Bink Scanlan stares at the peeled kalsomine ceiling....)

(Bring back "Vic and Sade!")

(The National League race is interesting -- but get a load of the American. The A's are the only team honestly out of it.)

("Gee, if he got rid of the toupee, the fake eyebrows, and the moustache, he'd look just like --- um, we're done here.")

("Well, Chin McChinley, you're just a big chunk of beef jerky yourself! SO THERE!")

("Look, let's get this over with. I'm already late for lunch!")

("What's it worth to ya?" "All right, but we always get a receipt for bribes, we're a new business and we have to do things by the books.")

("I like the backbones best, but you never can eat just one!")

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick...

"Mrs. Florence Nickerson Milhouse Richardson Pang Mack" should be the title of the next big novelty song hit.

War is such a savage business.

"Well, at least we won't have to hitchhike like we did getting here!"

Those campaign contributions finally pay off.

"Chase & Sanborn is Friendship in a Cup!"

"Because you let your life insurance lapse again!"

"Oh, I left my wallet in my other coat. Get this one, Skeez, and I'll hit you next time..."

"Have you ever met that funny reefer man?"

You get nowhere in any profession unless you practice, practice, practice...

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

The Babe left Brooklyn because Leo beat him up and shoved him in a locker. And he didn't even need a blackjack.

 

[Fading Fast]

"Japanese Reject Surrender Terms."

Why?

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Take t'is soiplus t'ing I'm goin' in on wit' Frank an'nis guy Lowrey in Chicago. T'ehr'a coupla small-timehs, but t'ideeh's a good one.

I love how little Solly thinks of Frank or Lowrey. It would be one thing if he saw them as equals but rivals, but in truth, he sees them as small men he'll jettison when it suits him.

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On her cot in the back room of Lieb's Candy Store, Bink Scanlan stares at the peeled kalsomine ceiling....

Making sure I haven't lost the thread of this story:

1. Other than Ma and Frank, Bink hasn't told anyone she's pregnant, right?
2. We don't know if even she knows for sure who the father is - as it seems like it could be one of three men (and maybe more as Bink seemed to lack, how shall we say this, discretion)?

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"Gee, if he got rid of the toupee, the fake eyebrows, and the moustache, he'd look just like --- um, we're done here."

Yup, doubt that's a coincidence.

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"Mrs. Florence Nickerson Milhouse Richardson Pang Mack" should be the title of the next big novelty song hit.

It won't top "One Meatball."

Considering how their daughters turned out, the Daily News should spend a day or two looking into these sisters' parents as there could be quite a story there. How great would it be if the parents tied into the Langford case?

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"Well, at least we won't have to hitchhike like we did getting here!"

Based on all we've been reading, good luck getting a train reservation and just know you won't be traveling Pullman.

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Those campaign contributions finally pay off.

That's how it works today too. And, while I think less so, there are still plenty of corrupt small town court systems. In a tangential way, I was witness to one about five years ago and it's as ugly as it is here when a judge is simply corrupt. What amazed me is how even transparency didn't solve it: there were several articles published about how corrupt she was, but all she got was a slap on the wrist and a quick return to the bench after a short suspension (pension untouched).

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"Because you let your life insurance lapse again!"

Some men get a better wife than they deserve.

 

[LizzieMaine]

So far the only people who positively know about Bink's situation are Ma and Frank. Whether Alice has put two and two together following her wild goose chase upstate remains to be seen. Whether Jimmy and Danny know is also a question -- recall that Jimmy immediately went after her when she skipped town, and he does seem to be more attached to her than his brother is. And of course, there's the question of Mickey skipping out of Chicago before Bink arrived -- did she call or wire him with the news?

And then also, with Joe working in the store now and being around Bink on a regular basis it's likely only a matter of time before he catches on that something's up. And I also wouldn't put it past Leonora to notice something...

As far as paternity is concerned, at least we know Errol Flynn and Charlie Chaplin haven't been around East Flatbush lately...

 

[LizzieMaine]

And if you've ever wondered about Toomey's, favored neighborhood lunch rendezvous for our East Flatbush friends, here it is --

Intersection of Rogers Avenue and Empire Boulevard, five blocks or about half a mile north of Ma's store. If you go up another block and look to the west, you're looking at the right field side of Ebbets Field. If you walk about a block west on Empire, you'll find Freddie Fitzsimmons Lanes.

Against all odds, Toomey's stayed open until 2016, its menu unchanged from the days when Joe, Solly, Uncle Frank, and Doyle the Cop might have gathered there...

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Awright," bustles Alice, "I gotta leave f'woik, so y'gawtta tell me now, y'gawt evry't'ing ya gonna need f' camp?" "It's awl inna grip, Ma," insists Willie. "Y'gawt t'em shawrts Unca Frank gawtcha?" stammers Alice, digging thru Willie's bag. "Real boys' shawrts, not t'em ot'eh kin'. Make sueh ya gottem inneeh, I don' see'm." "T'eh inneh, Ma, I wrapped 'm up in me shoits, an' I wrote me name awn'm wit' ink." "Ya used'at inedible ink, dincha?" demands Alice. "Don' use'at kin' wawshes out, make awlkinsa mess. Siddy, you gawt t'em Anacins, 'case ya get a headache? Awlem kids boun'ta give ya headaches. "Yeh," nods Krause, flicking a look at his watch. "HEY ALICE," comes Sally's adenoidal bellow, echoing down the stairs from the foyer. "GONNA MISSA TRAIN!" "YEH, I'M COMIN'," Alice shouts out the apartment door. "Look, don' get in no trouble, awright, but wieh me if ya do, awright." "Awww, Ma," wails WIllie, "what'kina trouble izzeh in camp." "Beahs, f'one t'ing," jitters Alice. "Y"tink t'ey cawl it 'Beah Mountain' 'cause people runnin' aroun' wit' no clo'es awn?" "HURRY UP!" calls Sally. "AWRIGHT, I'm COMIN'!" returns Alice. "Awright," exhales Alice, looking over her son and husband laden down like Army recruits. "Be good, awright. I love yez." "Yeh," squirms Willie. "Yeh," agrees Krause...)

("Now whattaya cawllis?" frowns Solly Pincus, as Uncle Frank hands him a sheet of stiff paperboard. "That's ye draaaaawrin'," Uncle Frank nods. "Farr th' "Sergeant Solly's Sarrploos" sign. Mistarr Quinlan here made it oop." "I prefer, as a rule, to work from a live model," demurs Inky, "but in this instance, a photograph sufficed." "Faaaartunately, Nora had soom snapshaaats froom that paaarty we had faaar ye whin ye was hoom aaahn furlough," adds Uncle Frank. "I look like'n idiot," frowns Solly. "Grinnin' like t'at. An'nem eehs. I ain' gawt eehs'at big." "The purpose of caricature," purrs Inky, "is to -- ah -- gently exaggerate the physical features of the subject for -- ah -- humorous effect." "Yeh, I know what a caricacheh is," snaps Solly. "But t'at don' look like me. Looks moeh like a ten yeeh ol' kid tryn'a drawr Clawrk Gable. You sueh," Solly adds, cocking an eye at Inky, "t'is monkey's 'n awrtist?" "So he tells me," mutters Uncle Frank. "Of course, I am accustomed," snips Inky, "to portraying subjects of -- ah -- greater dignity. My DeWitt Clinton, for example, has been praised as a masterwork." "Who?" whos Solly. "Th' man," eyerolls Uncle Frank, "aaahn th' cigarette tax stamp." "See here," gleams Inky, producing a specimen from his fine pigskin wallet. "Huh," huhs Solly, "looks moeh like Frank McHugh." "Hmph," hmphs Inky, snatching back the stamp. "Hey," heys Bink Scanlan, putting down her copy of Screen Stars long enough to kibitz. "Who made'at drawrin'a Clawrk Gable?" "T'at's s'posta be ME," snorts Solly. Bink examines drawing and subject and squints. "Nah," she nahs. "Eehs too smawll...")

(Don't forget the rocket scientists. You did get the rocket scientists, right?)

("And socks, you should see my collection of socks!")

(Larry MacPhail, baseball's number one troll.)

(Well there goes that theory.)

("Kid Koyle?" Doesn't he run that discount mattress joint out in Flushing?)

("Wish I had some popcorn!" - Honeychile.)

(Disclaimer: The Missing Persons Bureau is a private firm and is in no way an official arm of your municipal police department.)

(Good Old Worst Dad Ever, he never lets us down.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick...

"...and he was put off at the first stop." DONCHA KNOW THERE"S A WAR ON?

Adaptable, isn't he?

"Now if you don't mind, my associate Mr. Punjab would like to demonstrate..."

"Oh, Mother, honestly, you're so quaint."

"Fish poacher, huh?"

And just like that, Shadow began methodically to plan a murder...

Good old Tops, master of "reaching for the check." Oh, and KIDS TODAY.

"Rats won't die in the house."

Whoa, whoa, KAYFABE!

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

*Everybody* misses the ****les.

 

[Fading Fast]

This place is too perfect, too iconic. Usually, they never look this era correct. I'm assuming that is a converted railcar.

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"Press Fleet Attack After Record Blow: 2,000 Carrier Planes Resume Greatest Strike on Naval Base at Kure."

Why are they not surrendering?

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"Yeh, I know what a caricacheh is," snaps Solly.

I'm liking Solly more and more – Frank is not gonna walk over this guy.

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Don't forget the rocket scientists. You did get the rocket scientists, right?

Shh! (Need 'em for the coming Cold War.)

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"Kid Koyle?" Doesn't he run that discount mattress joint out in Flushing?

I thought he was the star of one of those Western serials they run early on Saturday at the Albee.

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"Carriers Hit Japan Again: Final Warning."

Why are they not surrendering?

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"...and he was put off at the first stop." DONCHA KNOW THERE"S A WAR ON?

Meanwhile, Inky reads the Bertram M. Campbell story with great interest.

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"Now if you don't mind, my associate Mr. Punjab would like to demonstrate..."

The judge isn't wrong as some official stuff will have to happen to reverse the decision and free Annie. I'm not in love with a pardon as that still has the stink of "she was convicted of murder" on it. They have to disbar the judge, declared a mistrial, and officially drop the charges for lack of evidence. Now if Harp/Foxtrot Lamont/2 Days in Dubai was here, he could tell me why all the stuff I just said is wrong legally. But still, there has to be a way to right the record.

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And just like that, Shadow began methodically to plan a murder...

At least that would be a plot.

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"Rats won't die in the house."

I know it's wrong, but at this point, if she gets it, she's practically earned this money.

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*Everybody* misses the ****les.

Trudat.

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Alexa, give me an example of a smart person ******* all the joy out of something fun:

 

[LizzieMaine]

It certainly looks like Toomey's was a rail-car diner. If you visit 252 Empire Boulevard on Google Earth you'll see the building is still there, but at some point it was very heavily remodeled with rustic siding and a fake mansard roof. It'd be fascinating to see what's still under there.

Mary Fiske clearly never read Superman in 1938-39, when it would have fit right in at the Worker. She isn't wrong about "Pinky," though -- since **** Briefer left, it seems to have completely lost its thread. Pinky was supposed to be a Lincoln Brigade vet who stayed in Europe to fight Germany's WWII-era leaderships undercover, but since they shipped him home he's been moping along in stories about black marketeers and evil landlords -- the latter a story done better recently in "Scarley O'Neill."

"The Ruling Clawws" was a panel cartoon satirizing the foibles of the idle rich, notable because it was drawn by Syd Hoff, under the pseudonym "A. Redfield." Hoff will go on to become a baby-boomer favorite as a children's book author, noted most for "Danny and the Dinosaur" and "Sammy the Seal."

 

[Fading Fast]

It certainly looks like Toomey's was a rail-car diner. If you visit 252 Empire Boulevard on Google Earth you'll see the building is still there, but at some point it was very heavily remodeled with rustic siding and a fake mansard roof. It'd be fascinating to see what's still under there.
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Finally got a chance to check it out and, agreed, it's that old railcar under all that remodeling; the question is, as you note, what is left inside? The five building to its left look like they were there in Sally and Joe's time too. There is less change than I would have guessed.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Gawdawmighty," sighs Sally. "I'm glad we din' see it, I dunno what I'd'a done." "Siddy cawl't me las' night," adds Alice. "I run oveh t' Schriebstein's in me nightdress. T'ey had some trouble wit't'at bus t'camp, an' was runnin' late -- t'ey jus' gawt outa t'at Dixie Bus Toimenal when it hit. Ten blawcks away. Sireens stawrt screamin', people runnin' an yellin', smoke ev'eyweh. Bus gawt held up, 'ney neveh gawt t'camp till late. An'nen'na phone lines was awl jammed, an' evr'ybawdy try'na cawl home, an' Siddy neveh got his toin till awrmos' nine a'clawck. Willie's scaieht t' deat', he t'aught somebody drawpped a bomb. But t'ey'raw'right." "Awlem pooeh people innat buildin," ponders Sally. "Sittn'eh woikin', an'nen..." "Hope I neveh live lawnga'nough," exhales Alice, "t'see nut'n like'tat again." "I guess'at's one t'ing," shrugs Sally. "Oncet inna lifetime...")

(Once in a lifetime...)

("Oi'd loovta goo," shrugs Uncle Frank. "Oi ain't been'twa baaahl game aaahl year. Boot Oi gaaht too mooch ta do cleanin' oot that ****** warehoose." "Well, I gawt six tickets awffa guy," shrugs Solly. 'T'at's two f'Joe an' Sal, an' one f'Leonoreh, an' one f'me, an' one f' Alice. An' one extra." He spots Bink Scanlan leaning against her broom, gazing blankly out the front window into Rogers Avenue. "Hey," heys Solly. "Hey, Bloodperzen -- hey, I'm tawkin' t'ya. Y'wanna go't'bawlgame?" Bink frowns and shoots a look at Uncle Frank. "Ahhhh, goo," he admonishes. "Oi'll look after things till Nora gets back. Ye need'je soonshoine." "Ah, what t'hell," what't'hells Bink...)

(Friend of the Langfords, I presume?)

("I'm not tight, I'm just careful." -- Warner Bros. cartoon director Charles M. "Chuck" Jones.)

(And the beauty is, Ernie didn't use a photostat, he really did draw that exact panel twice.)

("Trapeze, huh? Hmmm." -- Gyps.)

(Why, exactly, is Scarlet invisible here? Is it just her way of keeping her slack-off employees on their toes?)

(I bet the General wouldn't dare slap HIM.)


(What a great role for Jack Carson.)