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("'Mrs.?' That's MAJOR Hobby to you!")
New York City will hail fifteen British and American fighting men tomorrow with a parade and a ceremony at City Hall. The heroes will relate their experiences carried out on the sea, in the air, and on land on various fighting fronts. Those exploits include Commando raids on the French and Norwegian coasts, desert fighting in Libya, and air battles in the Pacific. The fighting men will arrive at the Battery in police patrol boats from the seaplane base at LaGuardia Field at 11:30 AM tomorrow, and after traveling up Broadway in an open car will be received by Mayor LaGuardia at City Hall at noon. The procession will proceed briefly to 23rd Street and 7th Avenue, and from there to Duffy Square, where the Mayor's Committee, headed by Bernard Baruch, will again welcome the heroes. A private luncheon will follow at the Hotel Astor.
The United States Conference of Mayors, headed by Mayor LaGuardia, will advise Congress of the need to ration transportation over the coming months to insure that sufficient fuel is available to the East Coast before the onset of winter. Mayor LaGuardia will travel to Washington next week with the recommendation on the basis of a resolution passed by mayors from as far north as Portland, Maine and as far south as Miami, Fla., who met yesterday at City Hall. Mayor LaGuardia, in announcing the resolution, noted that it is impossible to convert more than fifteen percent of the oil burning furnaces in the metrpolitan area to burn coal before the arrival of the winter heating season.
("Downa celleh wit' Leonora an' Stella," declares Sally. "An' wit'tat gun you got hid inna sock draweh, jus' in case." "At ain' my gun," insists Joe. "Ya brutteh -- um -- loant it to me b'foeh he -- um -- wen'inna soivice. B'sides, I don' t'ink it's even a real gun. I t'ink it's one'a t'em ones f'lightin' a cig'rette. Lookit, he also gimme t'is switch blade knife wit'ta comb comes out've it. Said he prob'ly wout'n need it inna Awrmy. I guess t'ey give'm Awrmy combs a'sump'n." "Well, 'at ain' no good 'ten," sighs Sally. "We gottat Flit gun unneh t'sink," offers Joe. "Y'c'd use'at." "Yeah," nods Sally. "Squoit'a t'at bt'weena eyes take t'fight outa anybody. Maybe I c'd use t' fake gun t' light it on fieh, make a flamet'roweh." "You sure you ain' one'a t'em Commandos?" marvels Joe. "Not yet," declares Sally, her mouth a hard line. "Not yet.")
Today marks the sixth-month anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor, and the Eagle Editorialist notes that the period just past was "among the most critical in the entire history of our country." "The war has been going badly," he admits, "yet the feeling persists that the worst may be behind us. Undoubtedly there is still a long bitter road ahead, with many losses and heartaches. Deep down within us however, we have an abiding faith in the victory of our cause."
Reader Louis M. Goren writes in to urge the opening soon of a second front "to relieve and aid the valiant Russians in their Kharkov offensive." "Let the American Eagle scream in chorus with the British Lion and the Russian Bear, and the Nazi Jackal will give up the ghost in 1942."
(Now that Fitz has retired, Mr. Davis is the oldest pitcher in the National League, and you will recall how well the Portly One did in that role. Big shoes to fill there, but keep it up!)
You have to roll back the calendar more than a quarter of a century to find a another Brooklyn ballclub that led the National League, without dispute, from sunrise to sunset, on Memorial Day, and you have to go back five years beyond that to find another Brooklyn squad commanding a lead on that date by more than five and a half games. The 1942 Dodgers, however, are already shaping up as the superior of those past squads, and Durocher's men now stand on a par with the great teams of the "Hanlon's Superbas" days or even all the way back to the legendary Bridegrooms of 1890. The last Dodger club to lead the league on Memorial Day, Uncle Wilbert Robinson's 1916 squad, went on to win the pennant, only to lose the World Series to the Boston Red Sox.
Old Timer J. T. Whitelaw Sr. remembers the old days at P. S. 28, when the fearsome Miss Folger would wield her dreaded rattan cane at the slightest provocation. Two quick lashes across the extended bare palms of the miscreant were usually enough to make the point, although some of the more incorrigible youngsters learned that an application of rosin to the palms could both mitigate the sting and cause the cane to fracture. Or at least, it was so said.
(Young Mr. Wilson will have a long career in mostly smallish roles on Broadway and television, but he will one day be best known as the voice of cartoon character "Tom Terrific.")
Oveta Culp Hobby also makes the front page of TREND this week, in addition to the front of the paper proper. I wonder if she'll push Red Ryder off the front of the comic section?
(Nope, guess not.)
(I think the idea of an evil stage mother as a comic strip villain has tremendous possibilities. Imagine what Chester Gould would do with it.)
(Bleek has no idea who's he's working for. And what happened to Irwin getting married???)
(Huffing paint is never a good idea.)
(And in case you didn't notice, there was no Indianapolis 500 this year, nor will there be for the duration. Those X cards are more trouble than they're worth.)