The Era -- Day By Day

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A few choice moments with Leona Stockpool at the Club Buccaneer, January/February 1940...

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Early 1940 might have been the Golden Age of Day-By-Day comics. Not only was this ripe storyline unfolding, but we also had Nick Gatt in all his glory, Pat Ryan, Captain Blaze, and April Kane in the clutches of Singh-Singh and Cheery, Josephine B ungle scheming to destroy J. Hartford Oakdale, Dan Dunn vs. that guy that looked like John Barrymore, and Harold Teen considering suicid e because Lillums was going to marry a creepy middle-aged man. We shall not see its like again.

Lizzie, thank you very much.

Club Buccaneer: I'm embarrassed I forgot that name as it was so perfect to the storyline.

I believe this is the picture (created by cropping), I used whenever we needed to reference the First Lady's past.

 

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Early 1940 might have been the Golden Age of Day-By-Day comics. Not only was this ripe storyline unfolding, but we also had Nick Gatt in all his glory, Pat Ryan, Captain Blaze, and April Kane in the clutches of Singh-Singh and Cheery, Josephine B ungle scheming to destroy J. Hartford Oakdale, Dan Dunn vs. that guy that looked like John Barrymore, and Harold Teen considering suicid e because Lillums was going to marry a creepy middle-aged man. We shall not see its like again.

Wow, you almost raised a tear in my eye for the good times as those were much better storylines than the ones we have now. That said, what a grind writing a daily strip must be – new idea, after new idea, after new idea, with yesterday's brilliant new idea, as the cliché goes, now wrapping fish.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And poor Joe, sitting in the kitchen chair with his feet in the oven, listening to Sally complain about the Dodgers, and having no idea what fate held in store for them both....

 

[Harp]

Mr Cald's Jamaica course arrest for book insinuation borders First Amendment freedom of speech constitutional right; and, perhaps religion, since many track crows are devout hoss players. And there's nothing wrong with a little book on the side. I once received a scalding email advising book was illegal on federal property, even upon urban skyscraper leasehold site. I responded with United States code section and verse firmly anchored First Amendment. During the Mueller Investigation, I made a bet with a custodian afflicted TDS that a lack of valid probable cause existed, which evidenced special counsel peripatetic wander, proving cause didn't exist.
And the acting US Attorney General had cited ''unusual circumstances'' in naming special counsel, which fails legal standing. Mueller was looking for dirt because he evidently lacked probable cause. The custodian was a gold coin collector, so I suggested he cough up a sixteenth century doubloon and put some serious skin in the game. He reneged when I reminded him I had taken criminal and constitutional in law school and he was on thin ice. So, I avoided federal felony violation and slipped the cold steel knife of reason beneath his syndrome.

Mary Worth had a most appealing introduction this morning, characteristic circa comic literary standard of that day. And for Terry, a Thompson in jungle environ is superlative armament, its heavy .45 caliber slug outperformed the M16 armalite .223 Remington round for hid Viet Cong.
Terrence needs be careful, nail Slits, and throw the Hong Kong RnR at Dragon Gal. Put the thought down and let her subliminally consider it.

 

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And poor Joe, sitting in the kitchen chair with his feet in the oven, listening to Sally complain about the Dodgers, and having no idea what fate held in store for them both....

The quality of your daily output is impressive. I really wish there was a market for it, for you. But if it means anything, I look forward to it every day.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Joe and Sally and the rest of the bunch have gotten me thru some very difficult times over the past six years. Sometimes they seem more real to me than *I* am.

 

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Terrence needs be careful, nail Slits, and throw the Hong Kong RnR at Dragon Gal. Put the thought down and let her subliminally consider it.

In the real world, if they rescue her, all she owes these boys is a sincere thank you, but in that crazy world, she should give each one a tumble.

 

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Joe and Sally and the rest of the bunch have gotten me thru some very difficult times over the past six years. Sometimes they seem more real to me than *I* am.

I understand that and that alone is a very valuable return to you. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this before, but I write a weekly episode about an anthropomorphic fawn and his befuddled human that is now in its forth year and over 150 episodes. I love that crazy fawn as much as our real dog and cat.

 

[Harp]

In the real world, if they rescue her, all she owes these boys is a sincere thank you, but in that crazy world, she should give each one a tumble.

My initial impression of her apartment approach with Terry a la Slits ****** enfant terrible, is that she laid promissory estoppel principle down like Nietzsche's glove, which allows Terry's subsequent pursuit game, set, match.

 

[Adman256]

The Blossfield disappearance is disturbing. I recall seeing something on the Net a few years ago
about a New Jersey hiker fatally mauled wild bear. I didn't know NJ had bears or other deadly significant
sylvan predators.

Betty Morritt lacks standing with barren womb plea; which fact her lawyer should be cognizant.
Were she my client, more reasonable cause solicit would have led suit.

Brooklyn College. Wheelock was there. Had I been a Second World War vet, I'd enroll at Brooklyn and Columbia
for Wheelock's Latin advance classes with econ Columbanus. Stayed Columbia for grad and law then
Wall Street blue chip firm. Marriage. Westchester. Have it all worked out.

The nascent hedonist play here with Ian is a menage a t...s exacta splurge offer, obviously disgusting;
yet, not without plausible credence maternal past performance and daughter preliminary revealation considered ticket. Mea maxima culpa. I strongly suspect Chicago Irish Southside, Ian's already busted flush.

Terry doesn't play it cool, calm. collected cards held close vest, poker faced into the bargain.
And whatz this de Plexus known before the Fight jazz? Milt's tipping his hand. Later gators.

I fail to see how this adds to our interest in fedoras? Old news searching for a forum. I guess I could sit by my type writer with my press pass stuck in my fedora while typing a byline to jimmy olsen. GREAT CEASER’S Ghost!

 

[LizzieMaine]

We aren't strictly a fedora forum, and never have been. The hat room is up the page. Don't let the screen door bang on the way up, it'll wake the neighbors.

 

[Harp]

I fail to see how this adds to our interest in fedoras? Old news searching for a forum. I guess I could sit by my type writer with my press pass stuck in my fedora while typing a byline to jimmy olsen. GREAT CEASER’S Ghost!

Your failure so noted. However, as a homburg man, I am indifferent your astigmatism and fedora concerns, wrapped puerile pretense tinged asinine sarcasm.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Sorry, no homburg today. The meat shortage, y'know? 'Nless y'c'n get sump'n undeh t'table fr'm Shaughnessy t' Butcheh.

 

[Farace]

I’ve mostly been wearing flat caps, unless I’m kilted, in which case I’m wearing a Balmoral or perhaps a Glengarry.

 

[Adman256]

We aren't strictly a fedora forum, and never have been. The hat room is up the page. Don't let the screen door bang on the way up, it'll wake the neighbors.

I enjoy the news the stories and the hats. Thanks for the insight.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("A cawrhop, huh?" muses Joe. "I neveh been t' one'a t'em drive in places, I mean, ain' much pernt when ya don' own a cawr. An' I neveh t'ought'a t'is t'at way, but..." "I'm tellin' ya," argues Rosa. "It'll getcha noticed." "Get'choo noticed too," mutters Bink. "I dunno," sighs Joe. "I mean, I wasn' figyehrin' awn takin' on no help yet..." "I'll woik f' tips t'stawrt," insists Rosa. "Ya got nut'n'ta lose." "Kid's tawkin' sense," agrees Solly, ignoring the lethal glare from Bink. "T'ey don'know nut'n bout Big Joe's Beefwiches in Ozone Pawrk. But you put'eh on rolleh skates an' let'eh roll'aroun'eh lot t'eh, t'ey'll know 'bout t'at." "N'em racetrack guys is big tippehs too," injects Rosa. "Leas' awna way in." "Y'c'n put it right awna sign," adds Solly. "Big Joe's Beefwiches! Drive In! Cawrhop soivice!" "Y'really t'ink?" questions Joe. "I mean, f'real?" "Abs-eh-loutely!" affirms Rosa. "Yeh," nods Solly. "What she said." "Whatcha gonna weah?" demands Bink. "I gotta outfit," hedges Rosa. "What's it look like?" interrogates Bink. "Sump'n," evades Rosa. "I ain' got it finshed yet." "Betteh not show t'em lumpy knees," smirks Bink. "Um," ums Solly. "An' t' same," Bink sniffs, "t' you wit' t' eehs!" "Well...." exhales Joe. "Y' won' be sawry!" yelps Rosa. "Hmph," hmphs Bink...)

("Alice," queries Sally, glancing at her seatmate as the train rumbles on, "awr you -- cryin'?" "A lit'l," confesses Alice, dabbing her eyes with the corner of an enormous red bandanda extracted from her overall pocket. "I got a letteh fr'm Siddy. From camp." "Good ol' Camp Ching-ach-g ook," nods Sally. "Whasee, askin' f' money?" "No," sniffles Alice. "It ain'na touch. It's roman'ic." "Krause??" blurts Sally. "Wrote a -- love letteh?" "He's very rom'anic," insists Alice. "An'nis one, it's like'at guy -- whoozit, wrote t'at movie wit' Norma Sheareh an' Leslie Howehd." "Shakespeeh?" snorts Sally. "Sump'n like'at," nods Alice. "An' it's so roman'ic I can't read it awla way t'ru wit'out cryin'." She punctuates her statement with a voluminous honk into the bandanda. "Heeh," she resumes, proffering a folded sheet of tablet paper. "You c'n read it." "Ahhhhh, I dunno," demurs Sally. "T'at kin'a stuff's poissonal..." "G'head," insists Alice. "Maybe you c'n get foit'eh wit' it t'an I can." "Awright," concedes Sally. She takes the sheet, adjusts her glasses and scans the lines. "He's got real nice han'writin'," she comments. "Yeh," agrees Alice. "He studied'at in school f'oeh're run away an' jern'ta Awrmy inna Great Wawr. Said 'at's why t'ey put 'im in t' infantry. G'wan, read it." "My beloved Moonglow..." begins Sally. "Moonglow?" "Um, t'at's poissonal," flushes Alice. "An' you cawl him 'Rosebud,'" recalls Sally. "Neveh min'at," dismisses Alice. "Jus' read." "As I sit'eeh t'is evenin'," resumes Sally, "an' behold t' glawry of a poifect July sunset bowing in acknowledgement of t' majestic mountain peak..." She trails off. "What?" whats Alice. "Krause wrote t'is???" gapes Sally. "Yeh," affirms Alice. "I tol' ya. He's very..." "...Roman'ic, yeh," repeats Sally. She takes a deep breath. "...of t' majestic mountain peak, I find t' beauty pales at t' merest reccalection of ya gentle blushin' smile..." "Yeh," giggles Alice. "Siddy loves it when I blush." "I t'ought t'at on'y happ'ns," injects Sally, "when ya f'get t' take ya Lydia Pinkham's." "Sal," glares Alice. "You jus' ain' roman'ic at'awll....")

(Mr. Lichty did this same joke three years ago. And if he didn't somebody else did.)

(Uh oh. Hey, when does Tommy Brown get out of the Army?)

(Waite takes night classes in domestic horticulture.)

("Jeep Herders?" Isn't that the one where Gypsy plays a WAC and Bobby Clark is General Eisenhower?)

("An' once we get back to the city she says I can borrow her dyed rab -- uh, mink!")

(Why not take him back to civilization? After all, your whole staff has probably quit, and you'll need somebody to answer the mail.)

(AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG is happy to sit this one out.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Delicately adjusted roulette wheels." Because those yacht-type guys are terribly prone to seasickness.

Television people? Mr. Jemail is considering a career change.

If you ignore the voices long enough eventually they go away...

"Yes, she is one of us. Molech's bride."

Lie down with dogs, get up with fleas....

Hard day at the office.

"I'm going to do something about this! Right after dinner!"

"There's a run on stockings!"

Something went out of the world when robbers stopped wearing those little masks.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Did John L. Lewis know that guy from Texaco?

 

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"...But you put'eh on rolleh skates an' let'eh roll'aroun'eh lot t'eh, t'ey'll know 'bout t'at."

My God, this is going to be something to see. I forget, is Rosa attractive?

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"An' once we get back to the city she says I can borrow her dyed rab -- uh, mink!"

Jealousy makes a person look so small.

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Television people? Mr. Jemail is considering a career change.

So, do you think that Pat Harrington is the father of the actor best known for playing Schneider on "One Day at a Time?"

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Lie down with dogs, get up with fleas....

Yup, guys like Chigger are poison. The only thing to do is run from them.

 

[LizzieMaine]

That Mr. Harrington is exactly that -- note the resemblance. 1970s Pat Harrington was sometimes billed at the start of his career as "Pat Harrington Jr." Harrington Sr. was a Broadway character actor of long standing, who dabbled a bit in early TV, usuallyin wisecracking second-banana-type roles. Junior learned his lessons well.

Rosa might be a bit careworn, but she and Bink are about the same age. "She t'inks she's good lookin'," snorts Miss Scanlan. "But I know she shaves awff t'at place inna middle wheh t' eyebrows come t'getteh!"