The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

As a town founded and dominated by a fundamentalist flat-earth religious cult, Zion, Illinois has cars? Imagine that.

Hey, let's all get together and send Jimmy some questions that aren't dumb.

Pigeon season never closes.

Box of books == outdated Army field manuals.

"Oh, I thought you carried the riding crop around because -- oh, never mind..."

And it never works out...

Pssst, Corky's real name is "Corkleigh," but he begged them not to put it on the diploma.

Good luck getting a word in...

VIctor Mature does the comics now?

Live life by your own rules.

 

[Fading Fast]

"Awlis," grumbles Sally, "t' jern t' captial class."

"Ain'choo t' one awrways gotta plan?"

Howzis? She eveh been t'wa race track?" "Awr you NUTS???" bursts Sally

These two are fun together. They both connive when they have to, just in different fashions.

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I wonder if he ever got back that gold cigarette case that was stolen at the World's Fair. How about it, Bink?

"I don't know what you are talking about. I was never anywhere near that Fair." — BS (Thinking to herself, "I know I got rid of that pawn ticket. There's nothing to connect me to that stupid case and it was gold filled anyway.")

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"AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG SCORES ANOTHER ---- dammit, Trix!"



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As a town founded and dominated by a fundamentalist flat-earth religious cult, Zion, Illinois has cars? Imagine that.

And lust and murder. That guy could not sound more guilty.

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Box of books == outdated Army field manuals.

Wouldn't a handg*n make more sense? But we know Caniff has something specific in mind for the Tommy g*n.

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Pssst, Corky's real name is "Corkleigh," but he begged them not to put it on the diploma.

There's no win there.

 

[Harp]

Ian's safe on First grounder, now Selene appears grandstand front row...
Binnie is such an adorable angel. Frankly, Ian doesn't deserve her.

Terry's Thompson request makes absolutely no sense. A 1911 A1 sidearm would be logical as it could stop
Slits; whereas a .38 revolver would only slow him down prior aimed kill shot.

All mayhem, mischief, and murder but no humongous showgirl caused marital disruption divorces threatening generational accumulated wealth. During the war things were really hopping bedroom-to-boardroom-to Reno without tenancy in the entirety trust wrapped like a rascal condom.

 

[Farace]

I hate to say it, but this guy reminds me of a character from a David Lynch film. Maybe the Robert Blake character, I don’t know, but he’s creeping me out.

I keep hoping Scarlet wakes up by the side the railroad track and realizes this whole swamp thing was a dream. Both that and Jane Arden have taken turns into dull plots.

 

[LizzieMaine]

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I hate to say it, but this guy reminds me of a character from a David Lynch film. Maybe the Robert Blake character, I don’t know, but he’s creeping me out.

I keep hoping Scarlet wakes up by the side the railroad track and realizes this whole swamp thing was a dream. Both that and Jane Arden have taken turns into dull plots.

"Music In The Foster Fashion" was one of the least stimulating of the "Mickey Mouse" dance bands of the day, which is something you might expect to play in a weird distorted and vaguely terrifying manner on the soundtrack of a David Lynch film.

I don't know what Scarlet's excuse is but I think Janie is just killing time until it's fall, so she can go back to the city and get her dyed muskrat out of storage.

 

[Fading Fast]

"Music In The Foster Fashion" was one of the least stimulating of the "Mickey Mouse" dance bands of the day, which is something you might expect to play in a weird distorted and vaguely terrifying manner on the soundtrack of a David Lynch film.

I don't know what Scarlet's excuse is but I think Janie is just killing time until it's fall, so she can go back to the city and get her dyed muskrat out of storage.

"It's sable!" — JA

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Lookit awlese chumps an' suckehs," marvels Sally, sitting for the first time in her life in the grandstand at Aqueduct Racetrack. "I t'ought it wen' pretty well," declares Solly. "Snodgrass is ready t'sell. He liked'at offeh, an' I betcha we'eh gonna have t'is whole t'ing wrapped up inna week. Joe's gonna be sit'n pretty an'ee don' even know it." "T'at guy smelt bad," frowns Leonora. "An' I don' see no hawrses." "T'ez gonna be awl kinds'a hawrses," assures Solly. "What?" scowls Leonora, tilting her good ear. "I SAID," exhales Solly, "T'EZ GONNA BE AWL KINDS'A --" "Wanna bet?" smirks Leonora. "Neveh min'at," snaps Solly, shoving his parimutuel ticket into his inside pocket. "I wanna hot dawg!" fusses Leonora. "Yeh, yeh," agitates Sally, her eyes sweeping the crowd for a vendor. "HEY!" she shouts to a figure in a white smock. "OVEHR"EEH." "Whattl'ya have," greets the vendor, a fiftyish woman with lank gray hair. "HEY!" she exclaims. "Sal!!!!" "Oh," freezes Sally. "Hilda! I --um-- f'got'choo woiked 'eeh." "An'nez Leonoreh!" grins Hilda, spearing a wet frankfurter out of her galvanized shoulder tank and slapping it into a bun. "How ya doin' honey?" "Wit' mustehd," replies Leonora, tipping her ear. Hilda serves the frank and accepts a dime, glancing quizzically at Solly, shrinking under the brim of his hat. "Hey!" proclaims Hilda. "I know you! T'em eehs! Yawr t'at Sawrgean' Soiplus! Yeh, I seenya pitcheh onna signs'. Whatcha know?" Solly mumbles an inaudible reply as Hilda turns her head along the row. "Hey, Sal," she queries. "Whez Joe?" "Uhhh," uhs Sally. "He's -- ah -- woikin'." "Ahhhh," ahhs Hilda, her eyes narrowed as she considers the situation...)

("What a rotten pitcheh," growls Bink Scanlan, exiting the Patio Theatre. "Aw, you hate evry'ting," snorts Rosa Capiello. "I t'ought it was roman'ic." "Eh," grumps Bink. "Awl t'ru t' pitcheh t'em two can't stan' each ot'eh, an'nen it's true love." She punctuates her comment with a retch. "You got no romance in ya soul," laments Rosa. "Wit' awla flap-eehed bums runnin' aroun' wit' loudmout's," snarls Bink, "romance c'n get alawng wit'out me." "You say anyt'ing t' Joe?" questions Rosa as they cross onto Midwood Street. "No," admits Bink. "How d'ya break it t'wim? Y'read inna papeh awla time 'bout t'ese quiet guys fin' out t'eh wife's steppin' out wit'eh bes' frien', an'ney go awnna rampage." "Joe?" laughs Rosa. "Awna rampage?" "It'sem guys like him," warns Bink, "rampages t' woist." "Ah," ahs Rosa, as they stroll on into the night...)

(I wonder when he'll run out of housing shortage jokes?)

(It was fun while it lasted. Hey, how bout them Red Sox?)

("Oh, really?" "No, O'Reilly.")

(All right, let's get this over with.)

(Put a little more water in the pool, just in case.)

(Where's that alligator when we need him?)

(Oh well, back to mooching...)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"I am shocked, shocked to discover base corruption among Army officers in Japan." "Your geisha, sir."

Well, you got two million people looking at your faces right now. GIve it your best shot.

"I'm a hard man now. No more lectures about the balance of nature." "Well, at least that's something."

Was it really worth it?

Oh, we've got a little while yet, kid. Don't be a drudge like your brother was at your age, go have some fun. Within reason of course.

Good dog.

You have gravely miscalculated.

It's in Mr. Mature's contract that he gets at least one good closeup every day.

"He's famous...he's dumb." Coming events....

Every henchman has his day. Isn't that right, little bald guy with the pince-nez?

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Nobody talked about the Giants even when they were good.

 

[Fading Fast]

"What a rotten pitcheh," growls Bink Scanlan, exiting the Patio Theatre.

Is she grumbling about "Gilda?" Ms. Hayworth might have a thing or two to say about that.

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"Oh, really?" "No, O'Reilly."

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Oh well, back to mooching...

One thing I'm sure of, had I run away because I didn't get something I wanted, there is no force on earth that would have had my parents give me that something when I came back. And one thing I'm not sure of is that they would have come looking for me. "Your son ran away. We'll help you look for him." "He'll be back when he gets hungry."

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Hmm.

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It's in Mr. Mature's contract that he gets at least one good closeup every day.

Absolutely see it in the facial features, but he needs thick, black, and curly hair with too much grease in it to really sell the likeness.

 

[Harp]

RJ Reynolds wrap non disclosed but substantial. And his cute little colleen has cost him.

The Ashcraft case is closed murder uno, and, apparently not over a hatcheck girl but an indifferent babysitter.
Defendant mens rea is consistent with a less grounded reason; yet still qualifies deliberate intent depraved heart indifference sufficient prosecution.

The US Army Black Market is nicked ''Khaki Mafia,'' and is quite real though hid inside shadows. I've been drawn inside several Criminal Investigation Division instances when unit/group involvement occurred that ranged third party actors from back alley hustlers to Soviet Union professional participation. The Geisha story follows the monied honey trap ***ual lure method so common and timeless. And when CID gives way to CIA, the **** really hits the fan. I found college and law school lectures rather tepid after the Colonels Greece.

Why Ian calls that splendid girl Binnie, ''Goldilocks'' puzzles no end. Selene seems destined defeat.

Slits is probably already had Dragon Gal; whose looking exquisite turban crowned a la Merle Oberon.