The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Loan company and printing firm operator" = loanshark and counterfeiter.

Even April Kane doesn't deserve Charlie.

And you just know Itchy's the type who'll drink too much, hog the food, and embarass everybody at the reception.

Amazing what you can see by looking.


Good dog.

That's not a smile, it's an uncomforable smirk.

Can't you just buy one pre-crushed?

She really does those high-kicks well, but then she does get a lot of practice.

It's nice to have a close-knit family.

Y'know, they do have a little chart inside the lid.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

Three trees on this island, and you still manage to hit one...

 

[Fading Fast]

"Oh," ohs Sally, realizing she is backing into a contradiction.

Good for her for being honest with herself.

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"Loan company and printing firm operator" = loanshark and counterfeiter.

He's stubborn whatever he is.

Separately, I'm amazed two detectives dug through a garbage dump to help find the engagement ring instead of just saying to the woman you should be more careful next time.

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Even April Kane doesn't deserve Charlie.

True.

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Can't you just buy one pre-crushed?

I believe today the term is "distressed." A lot of "distressing" is silliness, but I am glad they soften jeans up today as those brick-hard solid blue ones from the 1970s that you had to run through the washing machine several times just to be able to wear were no fun.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Ain'choo studyin' -- um -- philosophy?" queries Alice. "No,' corrects Sally. "Sociology." "Whassadiff'nce?" shrugs Alice. "Sociology majehs," notes Sally, "don' go roun' shoot'n people." "Oh," ohs Alice. "T'ey jus' t'row bricks." "HEY!" heys Sally, as Alice leans back in her seat and enjoys the ride... )

("I dunno," ponders the first lunchtime customer, a construction worker in grubby overalls. "Don' look like no hamboigeh I eveh sawr. It's awn toast? An' whezza onions?" "Y'don' need none'a t'at," declares Joe. "Ya gonna taste t' meat, an' it's GOOD meat. You been eat'n lousy meat awl durin'a wawr, ain'cha? You even r'membeh what good meat tastes like?" "I dunno," repeats the customer. "Sawrful funny lookin'." "Look, bud," cajoles Joe. "It's on'y a dime. Whatcha got t' lose? Give it a try." The customer shrugs, digs into his pocket, and slides a coin across the counter. Joe wraps the sandwich in a wax paper envelope, adds a paper napkin, and slides it across the counter. "Whezza plate?" puzzles the customer. "F'ten cents," declares Joe, "y'don'need no plate. B'sides, you ain' gonna have time t' be sett'nit down awn no plate. Go ahead, dig in." The customer unfolds the wax paper,and takes a cautious bite. He chews, and a look of astonishment creases his features. He takes another bite, and leans across the counter. "Hey," he whispers. "'Izzis legal?? 'M I gonna get in trouble wit't' OPA??")

("Give 'em Heck Harry.")

("Son, it's high time you learned about 'propaganda.'")

(Oh look, a new Dodger football team to ignore. Who even thinks that --- WAIT, FITZ IS INVOLVED???? OUR FITZ IS INVOLVED???)

(Hey, that's pretty good. See if you can get "Inner Sanctum.")

(Oh, do hit an undertow.)

(It's nice to see people who truly enjoy their work.)

(You ain't seen nothin' yet.)

(AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG kinda blew this one. Oh well, when do we eat?)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News....

Congratulations, now do "Siegfried."


Get some new material, Georgie.

Agitator.

If the whole reception starts itching...

You can do better, gents -- I hear Burma's looking for work.

Mr. Gray is sure using up a lot of ink on this story.

Poor Skeez. He's looking more like a furniture salesman every day.

The Boys from Marketing plan their strategy for 1946.


One does need a reason to keep going each day.

Mamie's gonna be a big big star on television.

 

[Fading Fast]

"Ain'choo studyin' -- um -- philosophy?" queries Alice. "No,' corrects Sally. "Sociology." "Whassadiff'nce?" shrugs Alice. "Sociology majehs," notes Sally, "don' go roun' shoot'n people." "Oh," ohs Alice. "T'ey jus' t'row bricks." "HEY!" heys Sally, as Alice leans back in her seat and enjoys the ride...

It's always in her hip pocket.

Separately, did you catch this from Planned Parenthood (I'm assuming it's the same organization as today, but I don't know that): "Any girl in the flesh was, after all, worth a million pin-ups on the wall."

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Joe, "y'don'need no plate. B'sides, you ain' gonna have time t' be sett'nit down awn no plate. Go ahead, dig in." The customer unfolds the wax paper,and takes a cautious bite. He chews, and a look of astonishment creases his features. He takes another bite, and leans across the counter. "Hey," he whispers. "'Izzis legal?? 'M I gonna get in trouble wit't' OPA??"



Separately, poor Poland had to wait over forty more years and needed the heroic work of its own Solidarity movement to gain the freedom the priest here requests. It's just history today (hopefully taught in schools, but I wonder), but Poland's fight in the 1980s was a big part of the end of the USSR.

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Get some new material, Georgie.

My God is he not funny.

Technology is changing it somewhat, but young kids still pour into this city every single year looking for "their chance." It's absolutely amazing what a pull it is. I came for that reason out of college in the '80s and just last week I met a young woman in the gym in our building who graduated in June and came here (she is staying with relatives in the building) to "get a chance" (she wants to be a chef).

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You can do better, gents -- I hear Burma's looking for work.

Hu Shee would also make a great agent.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Hamboigehs f' breakfas'??" puzzles Sally. "Yeh!" enthuses Leonora, and even Stella the Cat pays close attention to the tantalizing sizzle. "I tol' ya las' night," shrugs Joe, preparing toast to encase the patties. "I on'y sold foeh yestehday, an' hadda bring home t'leftoveh meat. T'at freezeh'ra Ma's ain' got rooma'nuff wit' awlat ice cream inneh, an' it ain' gonna keep but ovehnight innat icebox. An' we can't let it go t'waste. So eat up." "Mmm," concedes Sally. "It's betteh'rn cereal." "I'm gonna stop inta Schreibstein's 'foehr' I go inta woik," adds Joe. "See'f t'ey'll lemme keep meat innat freezeh t'ey gawt." "T'at Sammy'll eatcha right outa business," warns Sally thru another bite. "Sammy?" snorts Joe. "T'at kid don't weigh a hunnet'n'ten pounds wringin' wet." "You r'membeh we seen'im downa Coney'at time," reminds Sally, polishing off the last bite. "Shovin'em hawt dawgs down'is face fast'sey could make 'em." "Gimme anot'eh one," commands Leonora. "You ate t'whole t'ing awready?" marvels Joe. "I give some t' Stella,"shrugs Leonora. "Gimme anot'eh one too," requests Sally. "Well," exhales Joe, "at leas' we ain' gonna stawrve...")

("Sal's gonna be onna rampage t'day," sighs Alice. "Bout'tis D-A-Awr t'ing. She hates it when Gideonse agrees wit'eh, makes 'eh wondeh if she's right a' wrawng." "Heh," snickers Krause, poking his hand into the box of cereal to extract the giveaway comic-strip button. He pulls it out to find Harold Teen's face gaping back at him. "Aw," shrugs Willie. "I gawt six'a him awready. Hey,whassat smell?" Alice ***** her nose toward the dumbwaiter and lifts the opening. She sniffs, looks perplexed, sniffs again, and yells up the shaft. "HEY SAL! WHAT'S COOKIN'?" "HAMBOIGEHS!" comes the return. Willie and Krause exchange glances, and make for the door....)

(Baseball, bowling, now football. Gawblessya, Fitz!)

(Aw, I was hoping they'd keep Herman around as a coach at least. I mean, it isn't like he ran into a wall or anything...)

(Speaking of falling heir...)

(Ehh, throw him back.)

(I mean, he really does enjoy his work.)

(Your mother never had The Talk with you, did she?)

(I love Kitty. I just do.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

I dunno if the Manganellis will ever get their stuff back, but they got the best wedding picture ever.

I wonder how Jemail manages not to get slugged.

Shoulda stayed in the Army, Tess. There's no future for you here.

PAY ATTENTION TO ME

I hear they're liquidating officers' goods at Davega.

I don't see YOU joining in!

No, he thinks it's funny that Robert Benchley is his dad.

Kayo is nothing if not nonchalant.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

He's very familiar with sheets too.

 

[Fading Fast]

"HEY SAL! WHAT'S COOKIN'?" "HAMBOIGEHS!" comes the return. Willie and Krause exchange glances, and make for the door....

Perfect.

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Baseball, bowling, now football. Gawblessya, Fitz!

This will – hopefully – be fun to follow.

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PAY ATTENTION TO ME

"I'd love to stay and chat, but it's time for my facial and aromatherapy."

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No "Terry and the Pirates?"

I want to know what's going on with April's "wedding."

 

[LizzieMaine]

I was just dumbfounded by it all...

 

[Fading Fast]

⇧ Thank you.

And what is her plan? To announce the engagement to Corkin to all but force it to happen so that she can then stay and be the business manager of the island - really? I think I'm missing something to her plan.

 

[LizzieMaine]

I don't think April is quite sane. Whatever happened to her between 1942 and 1945 messed her up very very bad. She was always a bit of a manipulator, but she was never as cold-blooded about it as she is now.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("He din' do it when'ee was DA," shrugs Alice. "So how'zee gonna do it now?" "Same way LaGuardieh shoulda done it," declares Sally. "Line up awlem doity cawps 'gainsta wawl, an'..." "He can't do t'at," insists Alice. "He's runnin' f'mayeh, nawt f' dictateh!" "Line'm up 'gainsta wawl," repeats Sally, "an' fiehr'm. Kick'm out t' dooeh. Don' jus' ship'm t' Staten Islan' like t'ey done wit'tat rat Flannehry, 'cause t'ey'll jus' bring'm back whenna heat's awf. Fiehr'm. Take away t'eh *** an' badge, whack'm awnna head witta nightstick an' kick'm out t' dooeh. An'nen'nem gangstehs ain' gawt nobody t'pay awff, y'see? An'when'ya get done wit'tat, go afteh'rawl'ese tinhawrn jernts aroun'neeh. You seen ol' man Schreibstein oveh t'eh takin' bets, ain'cha? Putta stawp t't'at. You wancha kid hangin'roun' afteh school inna jernt fulla gamblehs n' bums?" "Good ideeh," chuckles Alice. "Whassofunny?" frowns Sally. "Um," ums Alice. "Jus' sump'n I hoid las' night awn Lum an' Abneh...")

("T'aaaaat," declares Sergeant Doyle, "is one helluva hamboigeh." "See," grins Joe. "I tol' ya. Ten cents." "Tell me sump'n," insinuates Doyle. "You neveh lointa cook like t'at inna Awrmy. Wheja pick it up?" "I dunno," shrugs Joe. "Jus'awrways hadda knack." "Ahhhhhhhhh," smirks Doyle. "Close t' ya mot'eh, was ya?" "Eh," frowns Joe. "My mot'eh died when I was a baby. My sisteh brung me up. Ten cents, please." "Put it awnna cuff," chuckles Doyle, helping himself to a Milky Way. "Tella Ol' Lady I was in..." Joe watches him snicker out the door, and glumly punches the NO SALE key....)

(Save your change.)


(Golf? Soccer? Track??? I hate this time of year.)

(That sounds, um, reasonable...)

(So now it's RockWALL, is it? No doubt zany radio comedian Doc Rockwell refuses to be associated even by coincidence with this soggy farrago.)

(Janie's such a killjoy.)

(Someday, friends, we'll all be victims of robots.)

(AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG is ready to just forget the whole thing.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Ew.

"I'm sorry about your divorce, Kay." "That's all right Mae, all he ever wanted to do was talk about soap."

What a great role for Raymond Massey.

"The social ramble ain't restful." -- S. Paige.

Remember, folks -- it isn't paranoia when they actually ARE out to get you.

Wheels within wheels...

There's always a drunk at the reception who ruins all the fun.

Skeez embraces his inner anarchist.

Ahh, be charitable, you know there's no refund on empty liquor bottles.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily Worker...

You don't have to be political, all you have to be is human.

 

[Fading Fast]

("He din' do it when'ee was DA," shrugs Alice. "So how'zee gonna do it now?" "Same way LaGuardieh shoulda done it," declares Sally. "Line up awlem doity cawps 'gainsta wawl, an'..." "He can't do t'at," insists Alice. "He's runnin' f'mayeh, nawt f' dictateh!" "Line'm up 'gainsta wawl," repeats Sally, "an' fiehr'm. Kick'm out t' dooeh. Don' jus' ship'm t' Staten Islan' like t'ey done wit'tat rat Flannehry, 'cause t'ey'll jus' bring'm back whenna heat's awf. Fiehr'm. Take away t'eh *** an' badge, whack'm awnna head witta nightstick an' kick'm out t' dooeh. An'nen'nem gangstehs ain' gawt nobody t'pay awff, y'see? An'when'ya get done wit'tat, go afteh'rawl'ese tinhawrn jernts aroun'neeh. You seen ol' man Schreibstein oveh t'eh takin' bets, ain'cha? Putta stawp t't'at. You wancha kid hangin'roun' afteh school inna jernt fulla gamblehs n' bums?" "Good ideeh," chuckles Alice. "Whassofunny?" frowns Sally. "Um," ums Alice. "Jus' sump'n I hoid las' night awn Lum an' Abneh...")

"Good press, nice sounding campaign promise, heck maybe I'll even vote for him" – Sgt. Doyle

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("T'aaaaat," declares Sergeant Doyle, "is one helluva hamboigeh." "See," grins Joe. "I tol' ya. Ten cents." "Tell me sump'n," insinuates Doyle. "You neveh lointa cook like t'at inna Awrmy. Wheja pick it up?" "I dunno," shrugs Joe. "Jus'awrways hadda knack." "Ahhhhhhhhh," smirks Doyle. "Close t' ya mot'eh, was ya?" "Eh," frowns Joe. "My mot'eh died when I was a baby. My sisteh brung me up. Ten cents, please." "Put it awnna cuff," chuckles Doyle, helping himself to a Milky Way. "Tella Ol' Lady I was in..." Joe watches him snicker out the door, and glumly punches the NO SALE key....)

What a scumbag. This will sound insane, but there is a more honest way to be a corrupt cop: take his payoff for the protection he provides Re the gambling and whatever else, but he doesn't have to chisel everything for free in an obnoxious way.

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Keenan Wynn picks up some extra money when the film roles are slow in coming.

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Ew.

So, do you think the hubby and secretary did it?

 

[LizzieMaine]

Well, the last time I heard of an ice pick being used like that, it was Happy Maione that did it. And he's not around anymore...

 

[LizzieMaine]

("He writes," shrugs Mrs. Ginsburg, standing in the foyer by the mailbox, "but what he doen't write, even that he writes without writing." "Helluva t'ing," nods Sally, "ya boy bein' one'a t'em lawyehs woikin' awnem trials. I hope t'ey string up t'lawt'v'm." "Justice it would be," nods Mrs. Ginsburg. "But even justice, not one life does it bring back...")

("You sueh," sighs Joe, as he scrapes down his grill, "you can't use no hamboigeh?" "Oi gaaaht all Oi can use, Joseph," shrugs Ma. "I'll take some," injects Bink. "I'm cravin' it." Ma shoots her a look, but Bink just shrugs. "He ain' stupid, y'know," she argues. "He knows." Joe looks over and offers a wan nod, as Ma rolls her eyes. "Take oot 'n ad in th' Brooklyn Eagle whoy doon'chee?" she mutters. "Well, t'eh ya go," sighs Joe, wrapping a lump of beef in wax paper and pushing it across the counter. "T'anks," nods Bink, handing the meat over to Ma, who frowns. "You know I ain' gawt no stove upstaiehs," Bink replies. "Do'worry, you don' hafteh cook it, I'll do it." "Hey, look," offers Joe, "t'grill ain' cold. Han' it'eeh, I'll cook it up f'ya." "I'm saary, Joseph," exhales Ma, as Joe unwraps the meat and slaps it on the grill. "Soom days business is good, soom days it ain't, ye knoo that." "Yeh," mumbles Joe. "I jus' hope t' some days stawrt toin'in aroun' pretty soon...")


("And one of us is bound to write a best-selling book exposing the OPA!")

(Who's gonna be the one to tell him that's a Bushwicks hat?)

(Ella didn't grow up with two rotten stepsisters for nothing.)

(ALL RIGHT WE'RE DONE NEXT STORY PLEASE)

(At least let it dry out from the rain before you plug it in.)

(Admit it, we've all secretly wanted to punch a Buick in the face.)

(AAAAAH NOW THERE'S A PLOT)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Artie looks like he's already planning his next trip to Mexico.


Looks like Rogers Avenue *loves* O'Dwyer. Everybody's sick of Sergeant Doyle.

"You're not gonna ruin this reception, no sir!!!!!"

"I mean, who else would buy that suit? Moon Mullins?"

The simple faith of a child.

"Now go up stairs and put on one of your father's clean shirts."

That's right, Goofy will never out grow being an idiot.

There is no love like family love.

I'm sure Hu Shee and Johnny Jingo are very happy.

Mamie's best rassling gimmick is her command of awesome natural forces.