The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Connections," fumes Shaughnessy. "Oi thaaat OI had connections!"

"It was cold," says Joe, out of the clear blue. "I was neveh so cold in me life, an' I hope t'Chris' I'll neveh be t'at cold again. Once you been'at cold, it's a cold t'at'll neveh leave ya." "You tawkin' t' me?" queries Bink Scanlan, looking up from a copy of Modern Screen she has just used to blot her lips. "I din' say nut'n," blinks Joe. "An' stop messin' wit' t'em magazines 'less ya gonna buy one."

Well, let's see how good Johnny Jingo is at holding his boat together.

And today was the day Skeez vowed never to join the VFW.

He'll do a better job of it if you soak him in ammonia first.

Whenever Shad wears that sweater, I wonder what he lettered in...

"What's that smell?" "Ahhh, rich people's houses always smell like that."

I can't wait for the spinoff strip, "Sgt. Bim and his Pacific Hellcats."

There's something IN that shoe. I mean, other than half of Shaky's foot.

This is going down a very dark path.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

Coming events...

"Pretty swell, huh," beams Miss Kaplan, beaming from beneath a new summer hat. "An' t'is ain'o Namm's lid, I gawtt'is at Mawrtin's. It's drippin' wit' class." "Izzat it?" is Mozelewski's bland reply. "I was gonna say ya shouldn' weahrit inna rain." "Hmph," hmphs Miss Kaplan. "Whatcha do wit' YOUEH raise?" "Put it inna bank," declares Mozelewski. "Like you otta. We ain' gonna be heehf'reveh y'know. I'm savin' as much as I can so when me'n Frank Leary go inta business t'get'teh, I'll have me some captial." "You'll need it," scoffs Miss Kaplan. "It cawsts a bundle t' hieh'ra model." "Yeh," snickers Mozelewski. "Too bad it won't be you." "I wondeh," ponders Miss Kaplan, "what Joe's gonna do wit' HIS money when'ee gets it?" "Joe's no dope," declares Mozelewski. "He'll do like I done." "Joe ain' gonna open no dress shawp," argues Miss Kaplan. "I wondeh if 'eel need a model?"

 

[Fading Fast]

Re Alice's confession.

So much will depend on Mickey that it's making my stomach hurt.

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Propaganda aside, doesn't it feel like this whenever you have to hail a cab?

Uber, etc., crushed that industry and not one New Yorker shed a tear for the cab companies and their in-cahoots-with-the-government corrupt "medallion" racket.

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"Cut! Do it again – we're trying for 'false sincerity' here, not obvious lying."

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And today was the day Skeez vowed never to join the VFW.

It's the war version of the six-mile walk in the snow to and from school, uphill both ways.

 

[2 Days Dubai]

I would have thought Hu-Shee and Terrence would have immediately picked up where
last let off, with her having hit a Chicago Cubs bunt out to First base, safely stolen arms drapped neck kiss. However, Caniff beiing the irascible tease pencil might have deliberately called umpire out.
And, of course, there's Burma, hottest blonde babe gal on globe.
Considered with all they've been through; hormonal adolescence; and her allure,
that DC3 ride out of Dodge should have sealed the deal. Admittedly, the girl calls the shot,
and no means no; although, given all they've been through together, were I Terry, claim common law experience bequeath licensure, Third base took for home plate steal.
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Made a few bucks on the Derby with Journalism and Sovereignty twined exacta.
However held off dropping a heavy grand on it like a fool. And the Preakness with Journalism
low odds with all the new shooters capable of a steal busted flush my conservative safe play.
Lotza lost ground for the Belmont.

 

[Fading Fast]

I would have thought Hu-Shee and Terrence would have immediately picked up where
last let off, with her having hit a Chicago Cubs bunt out to First base, safely stolen arms drapped neck kiss. However, Caniff beiing the irascible tease pencil might have deliberately called umpire out.
And, of course, there's Burma, hottest blonde babe gal on globe.
Considered with all they've been through; hormonal adolescence; and her allure,
that DC3 ride out of Dodge should have sealed the deal. Admittedly, the girl calls the shot,
and no means no; although, given all they've been through together, were I Terry, claim common law experience bequeath licensure, Third base took for home plate steal.
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Made a few bucks on the Derby with Journalism and Sovereignty twined exacta.
However held off dropping a heavy grand on it like a fool. And the Preakness with Journalism
low odds with all the new shooters capable of a steal busted flush my conservative safe play.
Lotza lost ground for the Belmont.

Is this Harp/Foxtrot Lamont back in his third incarnation? If so, welcome, I've been worried about you being gone so long. Hope all is well.

And if you are completely new to Fedora Lounge, welcome as well. Glad to have you with us.

 

[2 Days Dubai]

Is this Harp/Foxtrot Lamont back in his third incarnation? If so, welcome, I've been worried about you being gone so long. Hope all is well.

Yep. Back. Thanks, Fast. Good to be back in saddle again.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("I wondeh what it's like," laments Sally, "t'be happy?" "That's a loaded question," replies Dr. Levine. "How do you *define* happy?" "Well," Sally ponders, "I guess I'd say it means t'be not UNhappy. See, since Joe come home I been doin' a lawtta t'inkin'. Ev'rybody I know is unhappy. Y'know, Joe's been home, what, two weeks now? An' y'know what, I ain' hoid'im laugh oncet. We was lissenin' t't radio las' night, y' know t'at show, 'Can You Tawp T'is?' W'eh, y'know, people sen' in jokes an'nen 'nese t'ree comedians each try t'ell a betteh joke? T'ey had some real screamehs on'neh, wit' dialects even, an' did Joe laugh? Not once. Di'n even crack a smile. It was like 'e was lissenin' t'wa guy read'n awf stawps onna subway. An'nen Alice, you know, my frien' Alice? I come downstaiehs 'is mawrnin' an' like t' trip oveh'r'eh sittin' onna stoop, lookin' like she din' sleep awl night.. She went downtown t'see somebody 'bout sump'n t'ot'eh day an' eveh since it's lilke she's wait'na wawk t' las' mile. An'nen Leonoreh, y'know, my lit'l goil, she was all upset las' night 'cause she wen' downstaiehs t'play wit' Willie an' awl'ee wawned t'do was play 'magistrate,' whateveh t'at is. Ma's upset 'cause Uncle Frank won' stawp complainin' 'bout 'ee can't get no meat, an' Uncle Frank - well, he can't get no meat! Nobody's happy." "Let me ask you this, then," ventures Dr. Levine. "What do you think would *make* you happy?" Sally considers the question as her eyes trace the flyspecks on the ceiling. "I don't know," she confesses. "Then how will you know," challenges Dr. Levine, "when you are?")

("Siddy," begins Alice, her voice uncharacteristically quiet. "I wanna do sump'n t'day. I wan' you an' me an' Willie t'get awl dressed up, an' I wan' we should go downtown t' Abraham 'n Straus, an' -- um --- get a pitcheh took. A nice pitcheh of us llke a, you know, fam'ly. So we'll, you know, have it. It'll be a nice t'ing t'have. Will ya do' t'at?" "Yeh," nods Krause. "Yeh.")

(Remember that contest that Loft Candy ran a few years back with rules that were too complicated and made no sense? Well you ain't seen nothin' yet.)

("Dog my cats? TYPICAL!" -- Kitty.)

(You know, I hear it's pretty easy to raise rabbits.)

(And we thought George ****le lived in an existential hell.)

(Sorry Mr. Collins, you're the one who wanted to do Eugene O'Neill.)

(A western film? Looks like a drugstore cowboy to me.)

(I hope for poor Mr. Sikorsky's sake that at least one of them worked.)

(Lyric's expression in the last panel makes all the rest of this foolishness worth the while...)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Of ALL THE CARS you could steal, you steal ELEANOR ROOSEVELT'S.

Well, here's hoping Eleanor wins, so she can have the MAYOR-with-the-flashing-sign car...

Mr. Hill lives in an elevator building? Well isn't HE fancy!

I never felt sorry for Shaky till I realized that not only did he never get to enjoy his fortune, he also must've had some awful blisters on his left ankle...

Both Annie and Walt must soon face inevitable reality.

C'mon, Plushie, join the party! I bet Jack wouldn't be such a wet blanket.

Shillala? Funny, he doesn't look Irish. And Shadow, you are going to die one day a lonely old man.

Uh-oh.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

And don't forget the rocket scientists...

 

[Fading Fast]

"Siddy," begins Alice, her voice uncharacteristically quiet. "I wanna do sump'n t'day. I wan' you an' me an' Willie t'get awl dressed up, an' I wan' we should go downtown t' Abraham 'n Straus, an' -- um --- get a pitcheh took. A nice pitcheh of us llke a, you know, fam'ly. So we'll, you know, have it. It'll be a nice t'ing t'have. Will ya do' t'at?" "Yeh," nods Krause. "Yeh."

Men like Krause are hard to come by.

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Remember that contest that Loft Candy ran a few years back with rules that were too complicated and made no sense? Well you ain't seen nothin' yet.

That stupid contest was insane. Do they advertise anymore?

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Public Notice: Pre-war dress and conduct rules still apply in all beach communities...this includes you Valley Stream.

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Well, here's hoping Eleanor wins, so she can have the MAYOR-with-the-flashing-sign car...

Good one, Lizzie.

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Uh-oh.

Hu Shee will know what to do.

 

[2 Days Dubai]

Returning to strip. Terry is destined to survive; however, the others are imperiled war
and Caniff's razored pen, the latter quite willing to seemingly capricious scratch.
I am tether-hook-sense-dread about Hu Shee.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Yeh," relates Alice, "it's gonna be a swell pitcheh. T'ey do nice woik at Abraham 'n Straus. Ain'nat weh you had'at pitcheh took wit'choo in ya Woolwoit's unifawrm? T'at one you sent'a Joe?" "Yeh." sighs Sally. "Y'know, he carried 'at pitcheh'r in'is pawket allatime 'e was inna Awrmy. When I was putt'n 'is stuff away I foun' it. " Sally pauses, feeling her eyes welling up. "It had blood awn it, Alice," she resumes. "Blood. F'rm when -- oh, gawd -- an' I dunno if it was his blood --- awr from t' ot'eh guy, t'one'at -- gawt kilt. Cawrpr'l Ellin'boe." "Maybe it was bot'of 'em," murmurs Alice, as Sally dabs her eyes with her handkerchief. "Hey Sal," she continues, grasping to change the subject, "y'know what Siddy done? Y'know how when'ee gets dress't up, he awrways weahs t'at Woil's Faeih tie? You know, t'at blue one wit'ta han'-painted Trylon an' Perispheer'awn it?" "He didn' weah t'at, did he?" questions Sally, grateful to move on with the conversation. "No!" declares Alice. "He dit'n! He come out wit' t'is tie awn made 'im look like he's sellin' insurance. He done'at f'me, c'n ya beat it? He knew how much I wawned a nice pitcheh, an' he put onnat tie so 'e'd look, y'know, dignified like. An' ya know what I done? I laughed out loud an' said 'fg'awdsakes Siddy, be yaself!' An'ee grinned an' wen' an' put on'nat tie 'a his an'nat's how we hadda pitcheh took." "I wanna cawpy a't'at pitcheh," requests Sally. "I'm glad we had it took," nods Alice. "In case sump'n..." "In case'a what?" injects Sally. "Oh," ohs Alice. "Nut'n. No, I jus' t'awt it'd be -- nice -- at's awl....")

("T'anks f'comin' out t'night," says Sally, as she and Joe walk down Broadway after seeing "The Clock" at the Capitol. "Yeh," nods Joe, looking around at a world he'd forgotten existed. "T'at was a swell pitcheh, too," continues Sally. "I awrways like seein'at guy plays t'milkman. Kin'a looks like Krause, if Krause was tawlleh an' had a moustache." "Yeh, kinda," agrees Joe. "'Sreally sum'pn, huh? attempts Sally. "Seein' awla lights awn again. Like nut'n eveh happn't." They pass the Astor Theatre, and pause, as always, at the corner of 45th Street in front of the Mayflower Donut Shop's display window. "T'eh still'eh, Joe," observes Sally. "Awl durin'a wawr, awlis time t'ey been'eh, t'em donuts, float'nalawng innat grease." Joe gazes at the bubbling stream of fat and the brown rings bobbing past, as Sally, in a quiet contralto, begins to sing. "Ol' maaaaan donut..." she croons. "T'at ol' maaaan donut. He keeeps on' floaaaatin', he keeeeps on' fryyiiiin,' he jus' keeps bub'lin' alawwwwwng...." "Heh," replies Joe, his face cracking into a small smile. "At's good," he nods, breaking into a quiet chuckle. "Yeh," grins Sally, squeezing his arm, as they stroll on toward the BMT and home...)

(Writing between the lines...)

("If yarrrr naaaaht goin' t'help me," fumes Ma, pausing in her attempt to make mock meat loaf from ground Ritz crackers and gravy powder, "thin leave me aloon!" "I was just askin'," shrugs Bink Scanlan. "What are ye dooin' in me kitchen anyway?" continues Ma. "Fatty tol' me I could stay f'dinneh," Bink replies, with a snap of her gum. "Diiiiid 'e thin???" blusters Ma. "An' Oi s'poos'ee pooled th' foood oota think aaaaaair, didee." "Neh," replies Bink, tossing a brown paper parcel on the table. "T'at was me." Ma blinks, seizes a scissors to cut the greasy twine, and unfolds the paper to reveal a pound of hamburger, not quite ready to turn brown. "Whaaaaaaaar," stammers Ma, "didjeeee...." "Aroun'," dismisses Bink. "Sit'chee doon, Barbara," smiles Ma, forcefully. "Yeeee've had a laaaang day....")

(Babe Herman. C'mon, I thought these were supposed to be hard.)

("Arthur Murray Taught Me Dancing In A Hurry.")

(C'mon, Lyr, make that face again. You know the one.)

(And that's how Janie won her Pulitzer.)

("A specific type?" You know there's a state law against that now.)

(Wait'll he bites LaGuardia.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

It's been a long time since we've had a good Page Four dog story.

I have to say I'm disappointed there's only one vote for Genevieve Earle, I would have hoped she could at least beat Flynn. And no vote at all for Peter Cacchione? They must not have asked Sally.

Oh, you'd have called him "Daddy."

Well, at least they won't starve.

In all the years we've read this strip, I think this is the first time we've ever seen competent cops. Must work for Nick Gatt.

Note that Bim grips his bat in the style of Ty Cobb. Hits for average, not for distance.

It takes practice and thirty years of playing between courses in a Hungarian restaurant.

Be sure you don't leave the keys in it, kids. Remember what happened to Mrs. Roosevelt.

And with the beefsteak shortage, it's even worse.

And he didn't even call him "Pantywaist."

 

[Fading Fast]

"In case sump'n..." "In case'a what?" injects Sally. "Oh," ohs Alice. "Nut'n. No, I jus' t'awt it'd be -- nice -- at's awl...."

I'm worried about Hu Shee, but I'm ten times more worried bout this.

Also, I love that the standard for dressed up and dignified is a person selling insurance.

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"Sit'chee doon, Barbara," smiles Ma, forcefully. "Yeeee've had a laaaang day...."

Need breaks iron.

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"A specific type?" You know there's a state law against that now.

The entire population of 1945 would be in jail if judged by today's laws and standards.

Also, I'd bet Stamm is setting up an office for himself – write what you know and all that.

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Hits for average, not for distance.

Until the algorithms changed the game, not for the better.

 

[2 Days Dubai]

It seems handicapping this mudtrack ****game leaves three shooters,
April, Terry, and whatzhisname, but not HuShee and Bingo.

HuShee isn't long for this strip.

 

[Fading Fast]

It seems handicapping this mudtrack ****game leaves three shooters,
April, Terry, and whatzhisname, but not HuShee and Bingo.

HuShee isn't long for this strip.

I hope you're wrong as she's one of my favorite characters. I think Caniff will keep her alive, but we'll see.

 

[2 Days Dubai]

This definitely does not look good.

Burma, I presume slipped safely away sometime ago.
Thought I saw her at the Crestwood, Illinois Off Track Betting stable four years ago cashing a winner but she slipped away before I could lay down me Irish charm wager.
Caniff sure knows how to draw male imagine into a story wove women.
...Still, as an incurable romantic fool, I like movies and strips to end the way I want them
to end. Terry finds a diamond ring for HuShee, they wed, bed, and live happily ever after.

 

[Boyo]

Hi Lizzie, any chance you could post page 16 of the Eagle.. Id like to read the names.. im thinking if someone reads them they aren't forgotten..

 

[LizzieMaine]

Absolutely.

Lest we forget a lot of Joes-from-the-neighborhood never made it home.

 

[Fading Fast]

I could see Frank knowing and having done business with James J. Ryan, with no actual paper trails existing of the transactions.