The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

("What'm I sp'osta say??" jitters Rosa, shaking in the phone booth at the Texaco station just down Rockaway Boulevard. "Don't worry," calms Shirley. "I wrote it all out for you on this card. Just tell him what it says here." "I dunno," quails Rosa. "Maybe I betteh not." "It's advertising," declares Shirley. "Just like I explained." "Who even looks at television??" protests Rosa. "Guys in bawrs!" "And who's most likely to come by here on their way to the racetrack??" counters Shirley. "Guys in bars! And who's going to stop for a Big Joe's Special before they go in??" "Look," injects Joe. "You ain' gotta do t'is if y'don' wanna. It's upta you, an' nobody's gonna t'ink lessaya..." Rosa gazes out at her associates, bites her lip, and slowly lifts the receiver. Shirley hands her a nickel. "Whassat numbeh?" Rosa requests. "CIrcle 7-8300," instructs Shirley. "Extension 777. Ask for Mr. Sobol." "SObol 7..." repeats Rosa. "Maybe," sighs Joe, "Shoiley betteh make t' cawl...")

("I t'ink 'e's a pretty cute baby," declares Bink. "I din' t'ink so when I fois' gottim, but he grows awn ya. His head ain' as big as it was." "Docteh Spock says," declares Angie, "t'at ya shouln' lettim sleep like t'at. It'll make his head flat awna back." "Hey," whispers Bink at her sleeping son. "Frankie. Toin ya head." She frowns as the infant remains as pinned into position by his grandmother. "Whass' Uncle Spock say," queries Bink, "bout pinnin' 'im t' t' mattress?" "I ain' read'at fawr," admits Angie. "I'm jus' upta heads." "Well," announces Bink, removing the safety pins holding the baby in place, "I ain' gonna stan' f' no pins, even if t' ol' lady DOES say t'ats t' way SHE done it. Awright, Frankie -- toin ya head." "He don' unnehstan' English yet," notes Angie. "Oh," sighs Bink. "Lissen, do me a faveh. Run downstaiehs an' ask Ma how ya say 'toin ya head' in Irish...")

("And thank gawd for Just Plain Bill...")

("Going over the falls, sir?" snickers Mr. Parrott. "That wretch Powers," grumbles Mr. Rickey. "That bounder. That rabble-rousing son of perdition, in whose tongue no righteousness dwells..." "He sells a lot of papers, sir," notes Mr. Parrott. "More than two million a day. And can you imagine how much they make from advertising?" "Place a full page advertisement at once," commands Mr. Rickey, "defending my integrity against this muckraker's thrusts." "That will be -- expensive," warns Mr. Parrott. "Ah," sighs Mr. Rickey. "Niagara is beautiful," nods Mr. Parrott. "Especially at this time of year...")

(Quiet, stupid, let the professionals handle this.)

(I was dull eyed and listless for fifteen years and I never missed a broadcast. SO THERE.)

(MEET CUTE)

(Um...)

(Be sure it's unoccupied -- you know how these farm people get.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Ew" just won't do it this time.

Ohhhh, Leo, you do need better friends...

"And only two more payments and we own the carriage free and clear!"

Civil aviation is the next big thing.

"Just a rattle-brained hepcat!"

Ah.

"Well that'll get me thru another day, I guess. When do we eat?"

"He's a barber, stupid. And you need a haircut!"

Jinx Jr.

Mr. Willard sure has a lot of friends. Hiya, Billy the Kid Levinson!

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

"Sal!" gasps Alice. "You ain't woiked'eh in yeehs!!!! SAL!!!!"

 

[Fading Fast]

"Maybe," sighs Joe, "Shoiley betteh make t' cawl..."

Seriously.

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"Lissen, do me a faveh. Run downstaiehs an' ask Ma how ya say 'toin ya head' in Irish..."

Dear Lord, this kid is going to have some challenges to overcome. But he's got people who will care about him and that puts him ahead of many.

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Be sure it's unoccupied -- you know how these farm people get.

Nice. But yeah, humans gonna human.

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Ohhhh, Leo, you do need better friends...

So the guy sets up a phony company to dodge the draft and manages to get $93,000 worth of orders which is about $1,800,000 today. I know several honest business that can't come close to that.

Oh, somebody should take a closer look at those dice.

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"Sal!" gasps Alice. "You ain't woiked'eh in yeehs!!!! SAL!!!!"

Oh dear God. Solly or the Ginsburgs will have to come up with the bail money.

 

[Harp]

Lt Farrell, hardly a proverbial officer and gentleman, merits a double sawbuck sentence.

Having lived in Greece, Ms Stavrou's homeless comment remarks Hellenic societal norms.
She has estranged herself from family consequent her tryst with defendant. Her counsel has filed civil suit against Farrell, and, after conviction opportunes approach for settlement. A fast nickel over slow dime, but nevertheless substantial. And that ******* Farrell isn't in position to argue against his own counsel picking his pockets.

Terry might have a shot with Smythe-Heatherstone after all.

Yesterday's attempt to beat the favorite failed utterly since Bless the Broken didn't hit the board
much less win. And Snowtje with less previous credentials squeezed rail to nail showtime.
I busted flush holding an inside straitjacket but today's another day. #6 Cornucopian, #5 Stronghold, #1 Maximum Bourbon, ''ALL'' for a $45 bucks bet down superfecta in the Crosby
at Del Mar this evening. Cornucopian is Baffert's boy with exceptional recent past performance.