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The Goofy and Honey gags are okay, but I really wish that we'd get back to more of Harold and Lillums.
I had a discussion about the Fed .25 basis raise to 5.50% and its dissemination immediacy applied to Cantillion'sf is the type of artist and a storyteller for whom these type of limitations are just a challenge for him to find a different way.
Imagine in 1943, with no Internet, etc., to deliver immediate video, stories, etc., ....
I had a discussion about the Fed .25 basis raise to 5.50% and its dissemination immediacy applied to Cantillion's
capital distributive theory, which eviscerates this eighteenth century standard; or conversely supples analogous
validation with a twine crypto theoretical trade as demonstrable evidentiary proof. I advocated shorting Gilts back
when due Sterling's fall from grace and the pensioners funds anticipatory margin calls to square. An Irish pirate sure,
but Jolly Rogering dead reckon is London School of Economics what's wot writ chalk board equation plain as day.
I may have talked meself into a paper damn it all for the chuckleheads. I had thought more pause for the cause
rather than more Phillips since deuce and dime yields are inverted and all such post pandemonia eludes easy.
Insomnia and GF wants Barbie and Snow Woke. I may short Disney for cumuppence.
"'Yeh,' yehs Krause..."("G'mawrnin', Misteh Krause," nods Flannery the cop. "Yeh," yehs Krause the super as he carries a can full of debris to the curb. "Kin'a wawrm out," continues Flannery, rocking slowly on his run-over heels, with his hands clasped behind his back. "Yeh," agrees Krause, heading back down the steps and thru the open basement door. "Be a good day t'go t' Coney Islan'," Flannery states. "Nut'n like Coney Islan' on a hot day, ain' it?" "Yeh," replies the ever-agreeable Krause, sweating another can up the steps. "I heeh you wenna Coney Islan' t'ot'eh day," notes Flannery, gazing across 63rd Street, where two mothers pushing baby carriages exchange greetings in front of of the Beth Israel synagogue. "Yeh," declares Krause, pushing his way past the idling patrolman with another heavy payload of basement trash. "I heeh y'wenna Coney Islan' t'ot'eh day wit' Alice Dooley," Flannery observes. "She's a big, strawng, nice-lookin' gal, ain' she?" "Yeh," confirms Krause, turning to return to the basement. Flannery stops him with a raised palm. "I jus' noticed, Misteh Krause," the patrolman begins, pointing into the open doorway, "y'gotta lotta junk downeah. Lotta papehs piled up. Lotta ol' boxes n' crates n' old wood an' junk. Now, I ain' a fieh inspecteh a' nut'n, but seems like t'me, if a fieh inspecteh was to fin' out about't'at, it could be trouble f't'supeh a' t'is buildin', ain'nat so?" Krause glares at his inquisitor. "Yeh," he growls. Flannery twirls his club with just the slightest smirk. "Yeh," he nods back. "It's suehra beauty-ful mawrnin'.")
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War Bonds will soon be slightly smaller in size, but will lose none of their value. The Treasury Department is planning to reduce the size of the Series E bond to approximately one-half the present size in an effort to save paper. The new bonds, at 7 1/4 inches by 4 1/2 inches, will be approximately the same size as the old-style pre-1928 paper money. The larger-size bonds will continue to be issued until existing stocks are used up, and it is expected the new issue will begin in approximately 2 months.
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("3. And if I see an escaped milk wagon horse eating my rosebush, I won't do anything funny.")
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("And don't forget, I've already got a firm offer from a potato farm in Hempstead!")
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("WHAT???" gasps Joe. "Fitz -- goin' back t' t' GIANTS? T'ey WOULDN'! T'ey COULDN'!" "What's that, Joseph?" erupts Ma, freezing in her tracks, twisting sharply, and tearing the paper out of her son-in-law's hands. "Oh, no," she sputters. "No no no no no no no no no no no no....")
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And in the Daily News...
Somebody on this page is going to come to an unhappy end.
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You beat him to death with a Flit gun? That takes some effort. Couldn't you know, just spray him?
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"Say, has anyone seen Malcolm Mitt lately? Oh welll, no matter, just between you and me I always thought that beard was stupid."
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Right you are Fast. Had hoped for a pause but my vodka spake or writ volumes. Apologies all round.Not sure why your insightful post is here and, so as not to detour the thread too much, I'll just note that as a MV=PQ Friedman student, I am not aligned with the Fed's Keynesian models. Nor do I see the Phillips Curve as anything but nonsense, which extracted a temporary correlation into a linear causation, a correlation that we haven't seen in several decades, but which for some reason, still has its advocates. Now, back to Caniff....
("Who caehs about awlis wawr junk," growls Joe. "I wanna read about Fitz!" "It's an ootrage!" thunders Ma, pacing nervously behind the counter. "What's next, I ask ye? This Rickey -- this HOUND! -- this GOMBEEN! -- this Saint Looouis caaarpetbaggar! -- Will he next blow oop the Brooklyn Bridge???)
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("Ummmm, ladies," ummms Mildred Kelly, her eyes flicking to the large clock on the lunchroom wall, "the bell rang five minutes ago." "Yeh, yeh," jitters Sally. "In a minute. We got s'm plannin' t'do. We'h gonna GET t'at Rickey!" "We'h gonna gettim GOOD!" affirms Alice, thumping her broad freckled fist hard on the tabletop. "Rickey who?" demands Mildred, watching nervously for the floor supervisor. "Look, lunch is over, and..." "Ain'choo HOID?" snaps Sally. "Rickey sent Fitz t' t' PHILLIES! A MAN'NAT GIVE EV'YT'ING HE EVEH HAD F'BROOKLYN! A MAN'NAT TOOK A LINE DRIVE T'T KNEE F'BROOKLYN! It's a INSULT! IT'S A CRIME!" "Ya don' sen'ya WOIST ENEMY t't' Phillies!" adds Alice. "Unless it's HIG! HIM ya send!" "Wait, who is Fitz?" puzzles Mildred. "FREDDIE FITZSIMMONS, YA GOOP!" bellows Sally. "What's goin' on heeh," demands the approaching voice of the floor supervisor. "You women shoulda been back on ya machines five minutes ago." "I'm sorry, Mr. Bellmore," stammers Mildred. "They keep talking about some man named Fitzsimm..." "YEAH!" bellows Mr. Bellmore. "YOU HOID ABOUT'T'AT? LISSEN, WE GOTTA DO SUMP'N!")
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The Germans have begun large-scale withdrawals below Orel the official Soviet army newspaper Red Star reported today, as the battle for that south-central section of the Russian front neared its climax. With the Red Army athwart a section of the vital Orel-Bryansk railroad and with the highway running southwest from Orel under Soviet fire, the Germans were reported to be fighting a desperate rear-guard delaying action to cover the retreat of forces south of the city to avoid encirclement. Enemy forces were reported to be systematically burning whole villages to the ground, blowing up villages and roads, and abducting civilians as they fell back.
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Two shop stewards in a Brooklyn bread bakery accused of fomenting a wildcat strike due to their hatred of Negroes have been expelled by their union. Local 121 of the United Gas, Coke, and Chemical Workers CIO announced today the expulsion of Frank Fox, of 804 Knickerbocker Avenue, and Otto Chido of 14 E. 21st Street, after a union trial found them guilty of calling an unauthorized strike on June 9th at the Acme Baking Corporation in Williamsburg to protest the promotion of Segundo Corchado, a Negro, from the job of elevator operator to a position in the spreading room. Local president Charles Schroeder indicated that he has notified the national offices of the CIO, the AFL, and the Railroad Brotherhoods, that Fox and Chido are hereafter banned from employment in all trades within the jurisdiction of these organizations. The case of a third steward said to be involved in the walkout, Joseph Gerace of 748 59th Street, has been referred to a union fact-finding committee for further review.
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(Given the studio's eternally mayonnaise nature, it never ceases to amaze me that the greatest Black musical of the classic-film era was made by MGM.)
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("And what does it mean when they yell 'NOSFERATU?'")
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(STUDY CHOP. Good advice with all these crooked butchers around who'll sell you gristle!)
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Fish in a barrel.
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"Besides, you KNOW it wouldn't hurt you to 'wake up your liver bile!'"
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Terrence is good for detail but not quite par with the Alley strip but just as majestic in overall scope. Industrial focusSomeday I want to write an essay about all the things Frank King gets *exactly* right on technical and military issues.
If you know your foundry/manufacturing-processes technology, that part that the cutoff saw is removing from the propellor casting is referred to as the "sprue". What they are doing is exactly what would be done at that stage of the manufacturing process and that cutoff-saw would be exactly the machine they would be using.
I taught a manufacturing-processes course to mechanical engineers for a number of years and I'd be pleased if they knew as much as Mr. King does.
I have almost stopped following most of the other strips since "Gasoline Alley" makes them look so amateurish.
Comics I believe breached the civil rights barricade long before the ''mainstream'' with its daring implicit challenge.on some aspect of Frank King's life. He was a fascinating man who never served in the Army and never worked in a garage or a machine shop -- but seemed able to absorb mountainous amounts of knowledge about any place where the story led his character. If ever there was a true "Great American Novel," King's sixty-year run on "Gasoline Alley" is it.