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...The daughter of a socially-prominent Long Island family was killed today in the crash of a station wagon in which her brother, another boy, and their tutor, were injured while on their way to school. Fifteen-year-old Frances McLelland of Huntington died in an ambulance on the way to Huntington Hospital after the station wagon driven by Roderick Williams, an instructor at the exclusive Greenvale School in Roslyn, skidded out of control on an icy stretch of West Neck Avenue. The car left the road, struck a light pole, overturned, and was wrecked....
It's great to be born rich, except when it isn't.
...Four typists and a clerk employed at Queens Borough Hall will receive 1942 pay raises of one penny apiece under the new Queens operating budget submitted by borough president James A. Burke. The one-cent increases will raise the employees one pay grade, from $1799.99 per year into the $1800 per year grade....
Look at that, a press release from the firm of Scrooge & Marley.
...Fearing the issuance of a Federal injunction to halt seizures of pinball machines in response to an application filed by vending-company interests, police have accelerated their drive to confiscate all such devices in the city. Mayor LaGuardia stated today that he expects "a stiff legal fight," adding that the machine manufacturers opposing the campaign are "quite clever and ingenious."...
Say something that's hard to explain to people not familiar with the 1940s.
A strong echo of this story can be seen in the 1951 movie "Fourteen Hours," comments on the movie here: #29364
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("I dunno," says Joe. "It ain' natcheral." "Oh yeah?" snorts Sally. "Y'know what ain' natcheral? Goin' out when it's twelve degrees out an' y'can't get stockins, an' ya freeze ya legs off. T'AT ain' natcheral. I'm goin' downa Davega's t'marra, an' I'm gettin' me a pair a't'em dungarees!" "Huh," huhs Joe. "I s'pose y'l getta leat'a jacket nex'." "Y'know," ponders Sally. "I jus' might.")
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("Hey," says Joe. "What if I..." "What if ya what?" "Nut'n.")...
Even into the '80s, there was a very faint echo of this debate - it was on life-support - as you'd occasionally hear some much-older person carping about women wearing pants at work or in "nicer" restaurants. My generation (born '64) didn't care - girls wore jeans or other types of pants more than dresses or skirts in high school in the '70s - but as noted, you'd hear a peep now and then from the older people about it.
It certainly made Woodstock's job easier, but probably put some birds out of work.
Back in those days, at least in the movies, the police could shoot anytime they wanted, even if there were innocent bystanders in the way. It was the bystander's job to jump out of the way.
"Sorry, Dick, the Chief ran out a bit ago. He said we was going to Davega as they had a sale on some luggage they just got in. He said something about never getting a bag he had expected to get. He seemed angry. I'll let him know you need him to call as soon as he gets back."
"Uh, never mind, just put me through to the ME, don't even mention I called to the Chief."
Caniff knows how to tell a story: notice how he's had Pat in a very good place mentally, just in time to have his equanimity blasted out of the water. He couldn't do it in 1942, but how cool would it be if Merrily was Pat and Normandie's baby?
She's a piece of work.