The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Ew.

And then some.

It's not the laundry that's popping your buttons there, Tubby...

Oh, it's bound to be good news.

Eighty years from now this will be a "wellness diet."

Once again, nobody draws murk like Harold Gray.

Uncle Walt has a nice garage, right?

Yes, that's our Terry, the audacious, provocative hothead.

Given this a lot of thought, have you?

Next time, try it with Ovaltine.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

Coming events...

 

[Fading Fast]

"Ah," ahs Uncle Frank. "Ahhhh," nods Inky

NO!!!!!! says Sergeant Pincus

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"Brooklyn is *potentially one of* the greatest sports towns in the world?" I'm surprised the editor let that pass.

In fairness, it is unquestionably one of the great baseball towns in the world, but it seems less passionate about the other sports and doesn't even have a professional basketball or hockey team - right? And does it host top boxing matches or have a thoroughbred race track? And does it have a bunch of backrooms in candy and cigar stores that take... um, never mind.

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Cafe Society sure ain't what it used to be.

A pre-stardom Evelyn Keyes makes some extra money performing as Miss X.

"Hey, a gal's gotta eat." — EK

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Yes, that's our Terry, the audacious, provocative hothead.

This plot thread came from something real; Caniff has a point to make. He didn't imagine this storyline sitting in his study.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("That was a neat piece 'a waaark ye pooled ahhf, Frank," concedes Inspector McLuhan. "Oi thaaat'chee moit appreciate it," nods Uncle Frank. "Froom 'n aesthetic paaaarnt'a view." The inspector takes a thoughtful pull on his cigar, and Uncle Frank sighs as he unwraps a fresh Tootsie Roll. "This Pincus fellaaaaar," continues Inspector McLuhan. "Bit of a red-haaaaht, is he?" "Eh," shrugs Uncle Frank. "Fr'm what'ee tells oov th' waaar, he's aaaarned th' roit t'be." "Ye knooo," puffs the Inspector, "Oi moit have use faaaar sooch a man as that. Ye knoo tharr lookin' farr p'trolmen. Oi can think a'woon oopenin' aaaahn th' faaarce, in particularrr..." "If tharr's woon thing Oi knoo of Solly Pincus," declares Uncle Frank, "he's straight as a die. He plays noo games. Naaht even with me." "Pity," exhales the Inspector. "Ye knoo, doon'chee," he continues, "Oi cooulda roon ya in farr faaargin' that papaaar ye used t' pool me intarr ye little maneuvaaar." "Oi took that risk," concedes Uncle Frank, "farr a good cause." The Inspector considers this, and exhales an acrid cloud. "Ye knoo," he resumes, "tharr's a whool waaarld oot tharr besoides ye little neighbarhood schemes, a waaaarld that gooos faaaaar deeparr than ye little penny-ante connoivin'. An' soomtoimes it doon't pay t'play aroond oota yarr oon backyarrrd. Ye moit keep that in moind." "Ah," nods Uncle Frank, shifting the Tootsie Roll to the other side of his mouth. "Aaaand," adds the Inspector, "ye moit suggest ye friend Mr. Pincus considarr that advoice as well. Oi hear he's lookin' far soombaaady it moit naaaht pay 'im t'foind. See that'chee pass that alaaang, won'chee? G'day t'ye, Frank....")

("A what kin'a team?" replies Alice. "A debatin' team," repeats Sally. "At t' Collitch. I'm t'inkin'a goin' out f'rit." "You tol' me you wasn'o good at spoehts," hmphs Alice. "Y'cn baehly see. Somebody t'rows a bawl atcha t'eh gonna hitcha right inna head." "T'ey don' use no bawl in debatin'," expains Sally. "It's -- well, it's awrguin'." "Oh," nods Alice. "Well, you'd make Awl-American innat." "I'd do awright," declares Sally. "Til ya t'rew a brick at t' umpieh," snickers Alice. "Been t' Roulston's lately?" smirks Sally. "Ain'ta same," frowns Alice. "I been wait'n yeehs f'ra chance," chuckles Sally. "See? Debat'n's a piece'a cake." "Save me," sighs Alice, "a slice...")

(Wait'll she gets the bill.)

("I commend you, my boy," chuckles Mr. Rickey. "You have provided a photograph that depicts me in the full flush of vigor. Stern, yet fair, imposing, yet with the touch of the common man. I commend you indeed. You may take the rest of the afternoon off." "We only work half a day on Saturday," shrugs Mr. Parrott. "Ahhhh," exhales Mr. Rickey, "the Winter Meetings know no time clock. But go, my boy, lest I reconsider, and find refreshment in the wholesome pleasures of Chicag---ahh --- on second thought, I shall require your immediate assistance in my suite for the balance of the day and likely on into the night." "Yes sir," sighs Mr. Parrott.....)

(Fully-clothed Olympic-level swimming is another of Ella's many accomplishments.)

(Leona would eat you for breakfast, toots.)

(Ah, the old Bigamous Allotment Racket. The war did so bring out the best in people.)

("My heart pounding! I have tachycardia!")

(He should join the debating team too.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

To quote Butch: "Damn."

"Bals, eh?" Inspector McLuhan chuckles, and peels the cellophane from a fresh cigar...

"Well, don't worry, I hear we're going to be putting on a camp show. That should scare them off."

"In the meantime, do me a favor and save plans for garages and sheds."

Size 8 Extra Short? Good luck.

Get the Big Joe Special!

Andy gets Presbyopia for Christmas.

I don't think the Coast Guard uses black cigarette boats.

Wait'll you try the laughing gas.

Well, at least he won't have to worry about high blood pressure.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

There's a New World Coming...

 

[Fading Fast]

Ah, the old Bigamous Allotment Racket. The war did so bring out the best in people.

Sadly true. But in others, it did bring out the best. It amped everything up.

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He should join the debating team too.

I don't know if Beck is doing this on purpose, but there's the crux of a debate about government programs stalking his latest storyline.

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To quote Butch: "Damn."

I assume the NY settlement with the phone company will help Sally and Alice as these settlements tend to set precedents and spread throughout the company.

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"Bals, eh?" Inspector McLuhan chuckles, and peels the cellophane from a fresh cigar...

Boy they jammed a lot of Page 4 into Page 4 today – it was hard to keep up.

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Size 8 Extra Short? Good luck.

I think we are learning more about Shadow Smart than any of us wanted to.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("So t'at's what hapn't," summarizes Sally. "Sammy's inna cleeh, Flannehry's head'n upstate, an' awl's well wit' t' woil'. I guess." "You don't sound so certain," observes Dr. Levine. "I'd think you'd all be very proud of what you accomplished. You worked together, you saved an innocent boy, and you ran down a corrupt cop. Not something that happens every day." "I dunno," sighs Sally. "Y'look at t'papeh, an' ya wondeh what good ya really done. What if t'ey r'place Flannehry wit' some bum t'at's even woise? Didja see yestehday t'ey put t'at guy Bawls a'whateveh'ris name is high up inna P'lice, sevent' assisten't high commissione'ra sump'n. You know who he was, right? He wazza one t'at was runnin' 'nat investigation t'ey had wit' t'at guy Reles, r'membeh? T'one gawt pitched out a hotel windeh whenna cawps was s'posta be guardin' 'im? An'now O'Dwyeh makes 'im a muckety-muck?" "I thought," injects Dr. Levine, "that you supported O'Dwyer." "Well, yeh," nods Sally, "he was a betteh cherce'n'em ot'eh bums. But whas' goin' awn? I mean, izzis whole town doity fr'm t'neck down?" She pauses to stare at the cracked ceiling. "I wish I was like Joe," she concludes. "Awl'ee caehs about is makin' beef san'wiches." "There is," suggests Dr. Levine, "a middle ground." "Ehh," sighs Sally. "If t'eh'r is, sometimes I feel like I'm undehr'it...")


("I dunno," exhales Joe, taking a sip from the frothing soda glass. "Whatta you t'ink?" He pushes the glass across the counter to Bink, who squints dubiously at the dark liquid before taking a cautious taste. "Yehhhhhhhhhhhh," she winces. "What'sa pernt'a t'at??" "I'm tryn'a make a Brooklyn drink," shrugs Joe. "Like t'is t'ing inna papeh heeh. On'y wit' no booze in it, see, 'cause Brooklyn's a good place t'raise a fam'ly, so I wan' it should be sump'na whole faml'y c'n drink." "Te'z awready t'at," counters Bink. "Egg creams." "Huh," huhs Joe. "But t'at ain' cawlt a 'Brooklyn,' it's cawlt 'n Egg Cream. T'is drink 'eeh, it's got innit -- well, Coca-Cola syrup, 'cause in Brooklyn people's wide awake, y'see? An' a lit'l bitta cawfee syrup, 'cause y'c'n neveh be too wide awake. An' some milk, y'know, build up ya strenght', an' a little bitta chawc'late syrup, cause -- well, ev'rybody likes chawc'late. "Looks like," snickers Bink, "t' Gowanus Canal." "What's buzzin' cousins?" greets Solly Pincus as he jingles thru the door. He glances at the glass on the counter. "Whassat mess?" "Try it," ventures Joe. "See whatcha t'ink?" Solly shrugs, and takes a sip. He blinks, and post-haste drains the glass. "I dunno," he ponders. "Gimme anot'eh one." "Um," ums Joe. "What'd I say was innat again...?")

("Oh, it's a dreadful idea," huffs Mr. Walter F. O'Malley. "Just dreadful. The very idea, allowing such small-time operators to control baseball on the Coast. Just dreadful.")

(Hey, at least he didn't throw them a turnip.)

("No, Ernie, we're NOT having mushrooms again.")

(Clearly, Cheech has a thing for geeks.)

(I'm the same height as the Princess! Hey, where can I get a green purse?)

(A wig, a ***, and a lighter? Scarlet saw "Double Indemnity" fifty times.)

(I wonder if she made that head of Paul Lukas?)

(Bugs' reaction in panel one: my current esthetic.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Poor Carole.

"Hey Pap!" pleads Willie. "Can I..." Krause considers the newspaper thrust under his nose with close attention. He looks across the breakfast table at Alice. "Neh," he replies, not without regret....

Poor Irene got the wrong answer, but she knows how to get her laugh.

If you recall, B-B Eyes drowned after being dumped off a garbage barge entangled in a heap of bootleg tires. But at least he didn't have to eat turnips.


Andy Gump GOES WEST? Giddyap.

It's schtick, but it's time-tested schtick.

I knew people in radio who would have gladly taken a job like this.

Sure, but what about the fallout? And Mr. and Mrs. Lovewell haven't yet heard "Cement Mixer, Putti Putti!"

Yeah, but if you start feeding him he'll never leave.

As you can see, Wilmer comes by it naturally.

 

[Trenchfriend]

That's interesting! Never heared about the British Army Midget motorcycle, before.

 

[Fading Fast]

Being a "prying old busybody" is her profession.

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Poor Carole.

She sadly did not have a happy life. Talent and looks, but still.

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"Hey Pap!" pleads Willie. "Can I..." Krause considers the newspaper thrust under his nose with close attention. He looks across the breakfast table at Alice. "Neh," he replies, not without regret....

Sergeant Solly's Surplus should get in on these.

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"WHAT?!!!!!!"

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Hey, Frank," bustles Solly Pincus, entering the surplus shop's stock room. "I'm gonna need -- hey, whattya doin' wit'tem boxes?" "These boxes?" gulps Uncle Frank. "Ahhh, well y'see, Oi b'lieve Oi have a buyaaaar, an' Oi was goin' t' loood 'em aaahn th' troock, an'..." "Skip it," interrupts Solly. "I need t' truck." "Now?" replies Uncle Frank. "Oi was joost aboot t'..." "Skip it,"repeats Solly. "I gotta lead onnat guy T'ud Wilentz. One'a t'em monkeys oveh't' Ol' Reliable sezz'ey hoid 'e's gotta brot'eh lives out n' Joisey, place cawlt Keasbey. You eveh hee'ra t'at?" "Oi doon't.." stumbles Uncle Frank. "But..ah -- th' boxes, I really moost.." "Skip it," snaps Solly. "I looked it up. It's some joikwawteh town out neeh Poit' Amboy. Maybe it's a red herrin', I dunno. But I'm goin' out'eh t' take a look." "Now???" insists Uncle Frank. "It's aaahlmoost daark oot, an' you know th' headloits aaahn that troock..." "Skip it,"growls Solly. "Bett'ehr'n wawkin' in awn 'im in brawd daylight. C'mon, gimme t' keys." "But..." sighs Uncle Frank, as he hands over the keys. "Are ye suuure ye goin' t'be..." "Look," scowls Solly, pocketing the keys. "Wheya drawppin'em boxes? I'll do it onna way." "Ahhhhhhh...." jitters Uncle Frank.....)

("T' Duke'a Windseh," spits Sally. "Figyehs him'n Ribbentrawp was pals." "T'at was so roman'ic," sighs Alice. "Prob'ly" snorts Sally. "'Wit'out t' help n' suppoeht,'" quotes Alice, "a t' woman I love.'" "She ain' no betteh," scoffs Sally. "I ast Siddy oncet," continues Alice, "if he was King'a Englan', would he toss in 'na crown f'me. An' y'know what'ee said?" "Yeh," eyerolls Sally. "Did I tell ya t'is stawry befoeh?" wonders Alice, as the train rolls on toward home...)

(Coming Events...)

(Night games every night and no doubleheaders? Who would have imagined wizened old Clark Griffith as a man ahead of his time?)

(This is the most honest depiction of show business I've ever seen.)

(It's inappropriate to read other people's mail.)

(If you're going to run a racket like this, you need to be careful of the paperwork.)

(It's December, hon -- don't you have anything flannel?)

(He's reeking of something. Somebody needs to clean up after that turkey.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Ahhh, Tommy, it's like you've never been away.


And nobody even mentions Inquiring Photographers...

Tracy must carry a lot of water weight.

Yep, there's one in every crowd.

Ho-Ho!

Wilmer would do great in real estate, but Skeez wouldn't have a chance.

It's a pity Inky Quinlan doesn't operate in Covina.

"Perhaps, Sergeant, he would enjoy a book. I recommend 'Ferdinand the Bull.'"

Tuscon? At least it isn't Phoenix.

You really need to patent this.

 

[Fading Fast]

Lizzie says it all the time that there's a Brooklyn connection to everything, but Jesus, Lord Haw Haw was born in Brooklyn!

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"T' Duke'a Windseh," spits Sally.

Our standard rule about the Duke and Duchess of Windsor still applies: against all odds, all new information about either one of them only serves to further lower one's opinion of them.

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This is the most honest depiction of show business I've ever seen.

It's also a great example of why honest people need lawyers. Otherwise, you're bringing a knife to a g*nfight or, really, a pop g*n to a machine-g*n battle.

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Ahhh, Tommy, it's like you've never been away.

He was insanely lucky his parents were born before he was.

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Yep, there's one in every crowd.

"I demand..."

"Oh, well, in that case - GTH."

 

[LizzieMaine]

("C'mon, hurry up 'n get it open," insists Sally. "We'eh gonna miss'a train." "Don' nag 'im, Sal," pleads Alice. "He'll get it open." "Yeh," mutters Krause, attacking the stuck night latch with a screwdriver. "Izzit t' spring, Pap?" kibitzes Willie. 'Lemme look, huh?" "When ya do get it open," announces Joe, coming down the stairs, "I'll help ya shovel'a snow out'eh. S'funny, t'ough -- I jus' wen' up t'see if Solly wan'ed t'help, an'nee ain'neh. He couldn'a left f'woik oily if t' fron' dooeh's stuck, so 'ee mus' notta come home." "Always we hear him when he comes in," observes Mr. Ginsburg. "Stomps his feet twice and the mailbox he opens before he goes up.""Wakes up't'whole house," agrees Leonora, impatient to leave for the Clinic. "Not like him it isn't," seconds Mrs. Ginsburg, "to not come home." "It ain' like 'im," nods Joe. "He might go t'wa pitcheh wit' Bink Scanlan, but'ee's home 'eeh by eleven onna dot." "He din' stay t' night wit' Bink," snickers Alice, glancing at Sally. "Ya ma'd t'row 'im out awn'is eeh." "Maybe 'e slep' inna backa t'stoeh," Joe shrugs, "maybe woikin' late. I'll ask Uncle Frank when I get oveh t'eh." "Yeh!" declares Krause, as he snaps open the latch, and swings open the door. Alice kisses her husband atop his head as she and Sally dash out into the fresh snow and Joe and Krause exhale and grab their shovels...)

("You ain' seen 'im?" queries Joe, tying on his apron as he steps behind the counter. "Neh," frowns Bink. "T' big fathead stood me up las' night. We was s'posta go t' t' Patio, an'ee neveh showed up. Ended up goin' wit' Rosa instead. No fun innat. An'na pitcheh stunk too." "An'ee neveh said nut'n?" continues Joe. "He neveh come home las' night, y'know." "Izzat so," scowls Bink. "Well ain'NAT sump'n." "Ah there, Joe, me boy" greets Uncle Frank, jingling in the door. "G'd marrnin', Bink. Joe, a two-cents-plain if ye please. An' noo oice, noofa that ootsoide." "Yeh," agrees Joe, unfurling a stream of seltzer into a glass and sliding it across the counter. "Hey, lissen," he adds. "You see any't'ing'a Solly yet? He din' come home las' night." "Oh," replies Uncle Frank, his face draining of color. "What 'Oh?'" demands Joe. "You know sump'n?" "Yeh, Fatty," adds Bink. "Give out." "Ahhhh....." exhales Uncle Frank. "Well -- ye say he nivvar coom home? Are ye sure?" "Nobody's seen'im," insists Joe. "An' you know sump'n, don'cha." "We'eh waitin'," glowers Bink, as Uncle Frank takes a nervous sip of his drink. "All roit," he sighs. He looks around nervously. "Where's Nora?" "In'na back room," nods Joe. "Doin'a books." "Ahhl roit," begins Uncle Frank, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Oi'll tell ye. But'chee ain' goin' t' loike it...")

(I remember seeing one of these robot Santa Clauses when I was little. It was even scarier than the real thng.)

(Capt. Milton Ginsburg of Brooklyn USA and the Judge Advocate General's Corps sees today's cartoon in Stars & Stripes and doesn't find it the least bit funny.)

("Dixie for Masi?" gapes Mr. Parrott. "You'll never do it." "My denial," affirms Mr. Rickey, "is in the public press for all to see." "So you aren't going to do it?" "I have given my word," agrees Mr. Rickey. "Ah," ahs Mr. Parrott. "Like you gave your word to give Camilli a day." "You may leave the room," frowns Mr. Rickey. "Yes sir," sighs Mr. Parrott. "But if you do do it, can't you get Tommy Holmes instead?")

(Radio stars have it so much easier. Nobody knows what they look like.)

(Actually, he's wearing elevator shoes, not that it's any of your business.)

(Janie actually has "Nosey Reporter" printed on her business cards.)

(I'm kinda betting on the guy with the crowbar here.)

(Besides, didn't you do the dog cart thing last year? Get some new material, kid.)

 

[Trenchfriend]

@LizzieMaine
Salada tea, popular brand, back then?

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

I thought ****nic in the wine was the standard practice.

Piggies go to heaven? That opens some interesting theological questions.


Mr. Gray is clearly bitter that Annie's radio program was cancelled.

Where's Pinky Rankin when we need him?

Are you trying to starve him or gas him?

Didn't know Krause had a gabby brother, did you?

I'm with you, Min -- I hate to fly.

"And you should see the swamp I bought in Florida in 1925!"

Well what kinda boyfriend are YOU??

And so began Mamie's tragic struggle with barbituates....

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker....

Coming events...

This is a wire service story, but for some reason, of the three papers we follow, only the Worker seems to be covering it. Hmm.

 

[LizzieMaine]

@LizzieMaine
Salada tea, popular brand, back then?

Very much so, it was probably the most popular tea sold in the Northeast. We always had it when I was growing up. By that time it was known for the humorous sayings printed on the tea-bag tags, sort of a twist on the idea of a fortune cookie.

 

[Fading Fast]

"He din' stay t' night wit' Bink," snickers Alice, glancing at Sally.

Dear God, I didn't need that mental image this early in the morning.

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Beverly Parker Paterno Humphreys.

Not a top ten, but a respectable Page 4 name.

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Piggies go to heaven? That opens some interesting theological questions.

The ones from "Animal Farm" would believe it.

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Coming events...

Government incentives matter. I live in a very blue state and all my very progressive neighbors aggressively use every tax abatement, deduction, etc., they can and, at the coop meetings, they want the building to do the same.