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The Era -- Day By Day

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It's not hard to draw parallels to today's charges of government interference with large social media companies. As we see all the time, very, very little is new.




Poor Joe.

One large company I worked for in the early '90s had a full-time registered nurse on staff, but with trends in liability and heath insurance being what they were, that was the tail end of the days when companies did that.




That was an obvious weakness in that system - a system you see in use in an incredible number of movies from the era.




Neat to read about "Double Indemnity" in its early stages of development as it would go on to become one of the seminal film noirs. Edward G. Robinson, IMHO, also created one of the most-memorable characters he ever did in the quirky but brilliant (and annoyingly persistent) insurance inspector. His scenes with Fred MacMurray are movie gold.




No kidding, Ms. Shearer never really lost her silent film mannerisms even in the "talkie" era.

So, we still have no word on what this illness is that shows no symptoms at all, even as the patient approaches death, but one for which 1940s medicine can declare, weeks in advance, the exact day it will cause death.




"If it helps you to make up your mind, later in life, when I play Yoda in 'Star Wars,' I'll cut you in on my royalties."




Agreed, great headline, but the story all but belies it as we have the same situation often in NYC where the lessor of the ground lease, usually, has no control over the leasing of the buildings on the property, but then gets pulled into a scandal when it's political convenient for their enemies to do so.




Living in NYC, you learn many Jewish and Yiddish expressions, which is why I went to Wikipedia to confirm something I thought:

Shalom aleichem (/ʃəˌlɒm əˈleɪxəm, ˌʃoʊləm-/;[1][2] Hebrew: שָׁלוֹם עֲלֵיכֶם, šālōm ʿalēḵem; Hebrew pronunciation: [ʃaˈloːm ʕaleːˈxem]) is a spoken greeting in Hebrew, meaning "peace be upon you". The appropriate response is aleichem shalom ("unto you peace") (Hebrew: עֲלֵיכֶם שָׁלוֹם).[3][4]




"Arf" in Sandy means "thank God I'm finally safe from the bombers. Now, I wonder what the food situation's like with the Spangles?"

Re you comment on Gray and Caniff. The difference is Caniff is an artist and storyteller; whereas, Gray is, often, a bloviating pseudo intellectual.




Where's Joe and Sally's ice guy when you need him?




Somethings you learn over time, but even as a kid, I thought hazing was stupid and mean. It always has been and thankfully, it is not acceptable in most places or situations anymore.
I saw that Paddington brothel article and lessor legalities aside I've never heard tale of soldier complaint
about premise ownership of such.

Mr Caniff is moving the chess pieces across the board with that rook southener and knight Patrick on the same
panel as Queen Taffy.
 

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("Plastic nick'ls," muses Joe. "Whattl'ey t'ink of nex'." "An aage of maaarv'ls, Joseph," nods Ma, sweeping rolls of nickels into a canvas bank-deposit pouch. "I betcha t'ough," Joe continues, "if somebody, f'zample, stuck one'a t'em downa machine, y'know, t'at'd be trouble." "Oh, indeed it would Joseph," Ma agrees. "The companies that run those cigarette vendarrs, they hoold noo trook with waashers or sluugs, or any such naansense as that. I imaagine they'd deaal haaarshly with anyone fool enough to poot in a plaastic nick'l." "Onna utteh han'," observes Joe, "soiten kin's a machines, ya plastic nick'l'd be a reg'leh improvement." "Whatevarr do ye mean, boy?" chuckles Ma. "Well," suggests Joe, "when ya hit a payout on one'a t'em utteh kin's a machines, why, it wouldnt make half as much of a soun'." "Ah," nods Ma, reflecting for a moment on this possibility. "You do think of some int'restin' ideas, Joseph, you do at that." "Afteh all," shrugs Joe, "if ya runnin' a racket -- ya don' wanna MAKE a racket!" Ma squints at her son-in-law for a moment. "Aye," she sighs, "ye do have some int'restin' ideeas...")

Jamaican laborers imported to labor in the fields of Long Island may be removed from those jobs unless their wages are raised from 45 to 50 cents a hour. Herbert MacDonald, a Jamaican government official in charge of the 8000 laborers, made that demand yesterday at a meeting of the Suffolk County Farm Wage Board, a committee established by the Department of Agriculture to adjust wage problems for farm workers. MacDonald stressed that he is obliged under the agreements by which his countrymen were brought here to insist that the terms of their labor contracts are enforced, and pointed out that the agreement calls for each worker to be paid at "the prevailing wage," which at present averages about fifty cents an hour for farm labor in Suffolk County. He further noted that Jamaican agriculutural laborers in Connecticut and Iowa earn considerably more than they do on Long Island, and declared that unless a wage adjustment is given at once, he will withdraw his workers and send them to areas where they will be better paid. Farmers attended the meeting opposed the wage increase, arguing that if they are forced to pay Jamaicans 50 cents an hour to work in their fields, local laborers will demand 55 cents an hour, which would in turn require them to pay the Jamaicans at that level, and so on. Farmers expressed the fear that if the Jamaican laborers are withdrawn at this late stage of the season, they will be forced to plow under a large portion of their crops for want of workers to harvest them.

American conquerors of Munda converged on a last nest of suicidal Japanese resistance at New Georgia Island in Bairoko Harbor today. Official reports did not indicate the size of the Japanese garrison, but it was presumed that the enemy was dug in with backs to the sea in preparation for a final fight to the death.

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(Joe and Sally: Married August 26, 1937. Leonora born September 7, 1941.)

In Williamsburg, a mass meeting will be held tonight at the Knapp Mansion, 554 Bedford Avenue, to organize neighborhood resistance to the soft-coal-smoke menace, as residents mobilize to seek a remedy to the dense clouds hanging over the section, emanating primarily from the city-owned transit power plant on Kent Avenue, the Consolidated Edison plant, and other Williamsburg industrial facilities. Chairman Joseph Grenblunas called tonight's meeting "a crucial point in our fight. There is no good reason why the people of our neighborhood should be compelled to undergo the continued menace of poisonous smoke and chemical fumes and showers of soft-coal cinders that impair their health and make their homes uninhabitable."

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("I'd go f't'is!" declares Alice, with a thump of her chest. "If it meant Joe din' hafteh go, t'ey c'n take me right now!" "Ya too ol'," shrugs Sally. "Ya, what, t'oity seven?" "Yeh," acknowledges Alice, "but I'm young f'me age. Sid tol' me so. He sez to me 'ack ya age!' So las' night, stead'a havin' a beeh, I took a slug 'a Lydia Pinkham's.")

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(Another unmarried marriage counselor...)

Gasoline sales in the seventeen eastern states and the District of Columbia have been reduced to seventy-five percent of the August quota in an emergency order issued by the Petroleum Administration for War, bringing gasoline supplies in the affected territory to their lowest level yet reached since the war began. Refusal by midwestern distributors to ship their gasoline to the east is blamed for the shortage, with those distributors said to prefer shipping their product instead to the West, where gasoline rationing is not so rigorous.

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(Ohhhhhh, Fitz. Please tell us you read the fine print.)

Pitcher turned broadcaster Dizzy Dean, who airs the games of the Cardinals and Browns for a St. Louis radio station, has been ejected from the press box at Sportsman's Park. The St. Louis sportswriters decided they'd had enough of the Great Mouthpiece's line of gab.

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(This is how a lot of show-biz careers begin.)

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(Quick, read "Live Alone and Like It" instead!)

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(Whoa, a flying bike??? Even Marsh never tried that!)

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(So many Page Four stories start with "don't argue with me about mere legal details!")
 

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And in the Daily News...

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Geometry matters.

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Eeeeeeeeeeeeverybody wants a piece of the action.

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"Oooooohhhhhhhh this is how it all starts," wails the shade of the late Uncle John Tecum.

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"You might as well, Pop, all the Jamaicans went home!"

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WEAR A HELMET RYAN! That curly Irish mop won't protect you!

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Or the board could slip off and a 300 pound refrigerator could crush you like a bug. BRING IT ON!

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"WHAT?? I'VE BEEN FOOLED ALL ALONG? AGAIN???"

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That's right sis, keep to those high standards.

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Drinking, kid. It means he's been drinking.

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LOCAL BRITISH BOOB SHOOTS SELF IN BACK
 
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("Plastic nick'ls," muses Joe. "Whattl'ey t'ink of nex'." "An aage of maaarv'ls, Joseph," nods Ma, sweeping rolls of nickels into a canvas bank-deposit pouch. "I betcha t'ough," Joe continues, "if somebody, f'zample, stuck one'a t'em downa machine, y'know, t'at'd be trouble." "Oh, indeed it would Joseph," Ma agrees. "The companies that run those cigarette vendarrs, they hoold noo trook with waashers or sluugs, or any such naansense as that. I imaagine they'd deaal haaarshly with anyone fool enough to poot in a plaastic nick'l." "Onna utteh han'," observes Joe, "soiten kin's a machines, ya plastic nick'l'd be a reg'leh improvement." "Whatevarr do ye mean, boy?" chuckles Ma. "Well," suggests Joe, "when ya hit a payout on one'a t'em utteh kin's a machines, why, it wouldnt make half as much of a soun'." "Ah," nods Ma, reflecting for a moment on this possibility. "You do think of some int'restin' ideas, Joseph, you do at that." "Afteh all," shrugs Joe, "if ya runnin' a racket -- ya don' wanna MAKE a racket!" Ma squints at her son-in-law for a moment. "Aye," she sighs, "ye do have some int'restin' ideeas...")
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Joe's thinking logically about keeping an illegal business incognito, but the flip is that the clanking nickels is a big part of the marketing of the slots, so much so, that years ago casinos added lights and sirens to the tops of the machines to signify a big payout. It's amazing to see how excited some slot machine players get when they see and hear that siren go off on another machine.


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(Quick, read "Live Alone and Like It" instead!)
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Or perhaps, pick up an early pamphlet on kicking drug addiction.


No "Bo" today?

"Hehehehehe"
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"Oooooohhhhhhhh this is how it all starts," wails the shade of the late Uncle John Tecum.
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"When Warbucks begged us to take this kid and her dog in, he didn't say anything about her being a persistent little bugger."

"'her dog!'"
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That's right sis, keep to those high standards.
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King, like Caniff, isn't letting the smaller canvas reduce the quality of his illustrations.
 

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I noted the ''surplus women'' letter. The First War left a high number of British women whom never had any real hope
for matrimony after that conflict. Well over a million ladies so all classes within society were affected, all families had
maiden aunts and later grandaunt spinsters counted amoung those afflicted by cruel fate.
 

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"Pitcher turned broadcaster Dizzy Dean, who airs the games of the Cardinals and Browns for a St. Louis radio station, has been ejected from the press box at Sportsman's Park. The St. Louis sportswriters decided they'd had enough of the Great Mouthpiece's line of gab."
I think this is a case of broadcasting envy.
Back when PeeWee and Ol' Diz broadcast the games on TV I would watch them regularly, and I'm not really a baseball fan.
They were informative, entertaining, and hilarious (!).
 

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("Good f'tem," declares Joe. "I remembeh when I was a lit'l kid in Williamsboig, t'at smoke like t'choke ya t'deat'. T' poweh houses, awlem brew'ries an' fact'ries an' awlat, soot flyin' ev'ryplace, y'c'd'awrdly breat'e, an' when ya got t'wheah y'was goin', it looked like y'been dragged t'ru a coal yawrd. Y'know, I neveh wawr a white shoit in me life 'til I moved t'Bensonhoist." "Terr'bl," agrees Ma, sliding Joe's egg cream across the counter. "Co'ese," he continues, taking a sip, "it wan' nut'n like Pigtown -- we neveh had no goats a' pigs a' nut'n. I figgeh t'ey'd'a choked t'deat'f'm t' soot. Butcha know what, I was tawkin' t'a guy t'utteh day, he says t'me he says, t'is t'ing fight'na smoke is jus'ta beginnin'. Some day, he says, Williamsboig is gonna be a real nice place t'live. He says t'me, he says, I oughta take awla money we'eh put'n in wawr bonds, an' buy a house in Williamsboig, an' someday it'll be woit' a lawta money. I tol' Sal t'at, an' she says if we'eh gonna buy any house, we'eh gonna buy in Flatbush. I dunno, t'ough, y't'ink t'ez any money in Flatbush?" "Ohh," sighs Ma. "Nick'ls an' dimes." "What?" "Drink ye drink.")

A Sheepshead Bay butcher is the first Brooklyn meat dealer to be jailed for violation of OPA ceiling price regulations. Forty-one-year-old Morris Kagen, employed in a meat market at 2223 Avenue U, was sentenced yesterday by Magistrate Nicholas Pinto in Coney Island Court to two days in the City Prison and a fine of $25 after he was caught on August 6th by a city markets inspector selling prepared smoked ham at 49 cents a pound, 14 cents over the OPA ceiling price of 35 cents a pound. Markets Commissioner Daniel P. Woolley stated today that his agents have issued more than 4000 summonses for ceiling price violations since May, and Magistrate Pinto, in passing sentence on Kagen, stated that the jail sentence was meant to send a warning to other violators of the rationing laws.

Meanwhile, the local meat shortage continues to worsen, with the Federal Market News Service reporting that the only fresh meat available today in local wholesale markets is mutton, with the retail supply of beef, veal, and lamb reported to be light, and the pork supply inadequate.

OPA agents will be reducing their patrols in search of pleasure drivers to weekends only, in an effort to devote more of their time to other duties. OPA enforcement patrols seeking out pleasure drivers will from now on be out from Friday evenings to Monday mornings, but the OPA stresses that "egregious violators" of the pleasure driving ban will still be cited, regardless of the day of the week, if spotted.

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(Superheroes don't always wear tights.)

Six persons suffered minor injuries yesterday when two trolleys ran amok in two different sections of the borough. The first accident occured on the Putnam Avenue line when a trolley went out of control near the intersection of Fulton Street and Washington Avenue, bumping into two trucks and causing a traffic jam before a quick-witted bystander leaped aboard the careening car, climbed on top, and jerked the trolley pole off the overhead wire. Motorman Ralph Morise of Woodhaven blamed the incident on "a mechanical failure." Later yesterday, a Broadway trolley jumped its track at Crescent Street near Etna Street, and collided with a pillar of the Fulton Street Elevated line. That collision started a small fire aboard the trolley car, which was quickly extinguished by motorman Canillo Lasasso.

Wartime tensions have brought an increased revolt against the restraints of the home among New York's children, a preliminary interim report by Mayor LaGuardia's Committee on Juvenile Delinquency indicated today. The report, first in a series to be issued, makes no recommendations and draws no conclusions, but constitutes a statistical analysis of 16,059 Children's Court cases recorded between January 1, 1941 and June 30, 1943. Delinquencies having to do with the home, including runaways, disobedience to parents, and staying away from home, constituted 96 percent of the overall increase in cases over the period studied. Burglaries remained the number one cause of court complaints against juveniles, rising from 796 cases in 1941 to 902 in 1942, the overwhelming number of these crimes committed by boys. Only 3 of the 1941 burglaries and 12 of the 1942 burglaries were committed by girls.

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(Get used to playing wistful old men, Don, there's a lot of that in your future.)

Bandleader Paul Whiteman is looking twenty years younger these days, but not by choice. Now filming "Rhapsody in Blue" for Paramount, the portly Pops was required to shave off his modern-looking moustache and wear a simulation of the little waxed moustache he favored in 1924, when he conducted the Rhapsody for the first time at Aeolian Hall.

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(Too little meat, too many wise guys.)

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("Hmph," hmphs Sally. "Y'c'n tell t'Eagle's give up onna Dodgehs -- secon' weeka Augus', an' Parrott's tawkin' about gawlf." "Hey!" heys Alice, snatching away the paper. "Lookit'is -- Hig's pitchin'. Whatcha say we go oveh an' catch t'las' halfa t'game? I got a lotta new ideas f'stuff t'yell at t'at lit'l rat. "HEY RAT!" I'm gonna yell. T'at's pretty good, ain'it?" "Neh," sneers Sally. "You go if ya wanna. I'm boycott'n. Rickey t'inks t'wawr is oveh, but me, I'm Stalingrad." "I been t'inkin' about takin' up gawlf," muses Alice. "Don' seem like it's awlat hawrd, hitt'n a lit'l bawl t'ru t' lit'l windmill an' awlat." "You wait'l nex' yeeh," growls Sally. "Y'c'n go play gawlf at Ebbets Feel. Afteh Rickey get ridda awla playehs, he's gonna put a lit'l win'mill right on secon' base.")

Fat Freddie Fitzsimmons' Phillies pulled off an impressive double victory over the Pirates in Philadelphia. In fifteen games since Fitz took over for Bucky Harris, the Phils have won eleven.

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("The Pirate Cellar?" LEONA??)

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("Repent at leisure!")

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(Milkmen do have a hard life.)

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("WOO HOO!" say the fleas. "FRESH MEAT!")

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(There comes a time when you've just gotta be realistic.)
 

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And in the Daily News...

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I was expecting a bit more for a photo from New York's Picture Newspaper, but I guess this'll have to do.

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I mean, he's no Rudy Vallee.

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Hey Pat, where's your daughter right now?

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"How 'bout you, kid? How long's it been since you bought a new dress?"

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"Look her up in the phone book! She's right there on the last page!"

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There's nothing so heartwarming as a wartime romance.

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Maybe so, but you're still gonna end up with a really sore arm.

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Hmph. I never got cake and candy when I was home sick. I was lucky to get cheese and crackers without the cheese. Or the crackers.

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"Six Delicious Flavors! Cherry, Strawberry, Raspberry, Orange, Lemon, and Idiot!"

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Meanwhile, Willie swallows a poison spider and dies. A DARK TURN INDEED.
 
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("Good f'tem," declares Joe. "I remembeh when I was a lit'l kid in Williamsboig, t'at smoke like t'choke ya t'deat'. T' poweh houses, awlem brew'ries an' fact'ries an' awlat, soot flyin' ev'ryplace, y'c'd'awrdly breat'e, an' when ya got t'wheah y'was goin', it looked like y'been dragged t'ru a coal yawrd. Y'know, I neveh wawr a white shoit in me life 'til I moved t'Bensonhoist." "Terr'bl," agrees Ma, sliding Joe's egg cream across the counter. "Co'ese," he continues, taking a sip, "it wan' nut'n like Pigtown -- we neveh had no goats a' pigs a' nut'n. I figgeh t'ey'd'a choked t'deat'f'm t' soot. Butcha know what, I was tawkin' t'a guy t'utteh day, he says t'me he says, t'is t'ing fight'na smoke is jus'ta beginnin'. Some day, he says, Williamsboig is gonna be a real nice place t'live. He says t'me, he says, I oughta take awla money we'eh put'n in wawr bonds, an' buy a house in Williamsboig, an' someday it'll be woit' a lawta money. I tol' Sal t'at, an' she says if we'eh gonna buy any house, we'eh gonna buy in Flatbush. I dunno, t'ough, y't'ink t'ez any money in Flatbush?" "Ohh," sighs Ma. "Nick'ls an' dimes." "What?" "Drink ye drink.")
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If they bought a house, and the family held on to it through the awful years of the '70s and '80s - when much of Williamsburg was a drug and crime infested hell hole - then Leonora's kids would be able to sell it for a lot of money in the '00s when the hipsters drove prices way up.


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(Superheroes don't always wear tights.)
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Today, the cellphone video of this rescue would have gone viral.


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Fat Freddie Fitzsimmons' Phillies pulled off an impressive double victory over the Pirates in Philadelphia. In fifteen games since Fitz took over for Bucky Harris, the Phils have won eleven.
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"Honey, when you talked to your sister back in Brooklyn earlier today, did she say if the Eagle mentioned me?"
"Umm, er, umm, yes, she said the paper noted how well you're doing with the Phillies."
"That's nice. No snide weight comments I hope?"
"Of course not, Dear."


And in the Daily News...
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I was expecting a bit more for a photo from New York's Picture Newspaper, but I guess this'll have to do.
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It happened too fast for the news photographers from New York's Picture Newspaper to get there in time. If this was a romcom, those two good-looking kids, when she wrapped her arms around his neck, would have just had the greatest meet-cute ever.


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I mean, he's no Rudy Vallee.
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That's like saying something against Taylor Swift today.


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"How 'bout you, kid? How long's it been since you bought a new dress?"
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"...this is little Annie."

"Little Annie," you have no freakin' idea.


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Hmph. I never got cake and candy when I was home sick. I was lucky to get cheese and crackers without the cheese. Or the crackers.
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No cake or candy in NJ either. It was ginger ale and plain Saltines and you were lucky to get that.
 
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Taylor Swift is superb singing or struting stage. She did a cameo in Amsterdam, the sole redemptive factor that flick.

Always late to the party with Terrence but I missed Patrick having a child?

Lizzie, as always, can speak more intelligently to this than I, but the implication from a separate storyline months ago was that Patrick and Normandie Drake had an affair, but she never told Patrick she was carrying his baby. She, then, married Tony Sandhurst and has presented the child to the world as Sandhurst's and her child. Again, that's my memory, but we'll wait for Lizzie to confirm.
 

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Yep, little Merrily -- whom Pat met for the first time in Hong Kong just before the evacuation, a little girl about five and a half years old with black hair and sparkling Irish eyes who in no way resembled and in no way could be the issue of the repellent pig Sandhurst. And the way Pat and Normandie interacted during that whole storyline removed all possible doubt. Normandie and Pat, if memory serves, were forcibly separated by the trickery of Normandie's aunt around the early part of 1936, which figures out just about right.

When last seen, about a year ago, Normandie and Merrily were at the same aid station where we first met Taffy Tucker, and where they briefly crossed paths with Terry, who did not seem at all surprised when meeting the child for the first time. He knew what was going on in 1936, perhaps better than Pat himself did.
 

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Patrick seems a remarkable officer and certainly dependable when the chips are down. Hope he survives war
and whatnot to be happily reunited this young lady and his child.
I just saw Heaven Knows Mr Allison with Deborah Kerr and Robert Mitchum. Definitely spot on Second World War
film set South Pacific has Ms Kerr a nun and Mitchum a marine castaway stuck Japanese held isle. A favourite of mine for chaste love with rough hewn but genuine chivalry. Ms Kerr is buried in Surrey with her husband.
 

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("Huh," huhs Joe. "'Magine fin'in awlat dough onna subway. On'y t'ing I eveh fin' onna subway's ol' newspapehs. Guess I otta ride t'IRT moeh. Hey Ma, you eveh fin' anyt'ing onna subway?" "I found Francis on th' subway," recalls Ma with a grin. "Thaar I waas, a yoong matron with two children, hoosband aaf at waar, an' I get abarrd a caar, an' tharr's Francis, waarin' a darby hat an' faaahn-colored spats, an' he bows to me an' says 'haaave a seat, yoong lady. An' loikwise ye brotharr an' sistarr." "One time,." chuckles Joe, " I did fin' a papeh bag onna subway. Had a bunch a' loose change in it, an' a whole lotta slips 'a papeh. I leave it right t'eh, I figge'd whoeveh lawrst it prob'ly come back lookin'." "Thar's a paper sharrtage, ye know," observes Ma. "Praably gonna tarrn it in at a salvage droive." "T'em salvage drives c'n be pretty rough if ya mess wit'm," notes Joe. "Thaaat they can," agrees Ma.)

Unprecedented postwar prosperity for the United States was the prophecy today offered by Senator Harry S. Truman (D-Missouri.) -- "if," the Senator declared, "we are equal to the task of utilizing what we have." In an address prepared for delivery to the graduating class of the Northeast Missouri State Teachers College at Kirksville, Mo. Truman, the chairman of the Senate committee investigating the war effort, stressed cooperation among business, labor, and government to lay a foundation that will secure "for all men everywhere their basic human rights." Truman also pointed to signficant advances in wartime technological development as laying the groundwork for new advantages that will be available for civilian use after the war, anticipating that the day is not far off when the average family will own its own airplane, purchased for about $100 -- and that the availability of such private aircraft will allow for the dispersal of housing over a vastly wider area rather than the concentration of the population in cities. "Each family can hope and expect," Truman declared, "to have sufficient ground for its children to play and for the planting of fruit trees and gardens,"

Jamaican farmhands working on Long Island farms will be paid 50 cents an hour beginning tomorrow, following an agreement between a Jamaican government official and Suffolk County farmers to raise the workers pay to the prevailing local level for farm labor. That official had threatened to withdraw the Jamaican field hands unless his demands were met, after it was revealed that the Jamaicans were being paid less than local workers were accustomed to receive for the same work.

In Memphis, Tennessee a 37-year-old mother of three admitted today that she hacked her children to death with an axe and an ice pick while they slept. Mrs. Mildred Davidson confessed to the brutal murders of her 15 year old daughter, her 7 year old son, and her three month old baby girl nine hours after her husband found the mutilated bodies in their beds. She became violent when police approached her in the street outside her home, and has been taken to a psychiatric hospital for observation and examination.

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("Whatta ya MEAN cattle not included? Well who reads the fine print???")

The dismissal of a petition for involuntary bankruptcy filed against the operators of the Childs restaurant chain is expected today following the revelation that two of the three signers of that petition are not actual creditors. The report by Special Master Robert P. Stevenson in Manhattan Federal Court that those two signers were "dummies" used by the company itself in a scheme to sell Childs Company debentures short.

A Williamsburg pastor today argued that the Indians who in 1638 sold the land upon which the neighborhood stands to Dutch settlers for "eight fathoms of wampum, eight axes, and assorted knives and beads" would today refuse to take the land back unless steps were taken to eliminate the smoke and coal dust that blanket the section. The Reverend Joseph Greblunas was among those testifying in favor of a city council proposal to put teeth in the smoke-abatement ordinance by imposing six month prison terms and $500 fines for violators. The bill was opposed by representatives of the Consolidated Edison Company, the New York Central Railway and the Board of Laundry Trade. Leaders of the anti-smoke campaign argue that the worst violators are the Consolidated Edison power plant, the Long Island Rail Road, and the city-owned BMT power plant.

A national survey by the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company concludes that the price of being born is going up. With most babies in America now born in hospitals, the survey determined that the average cost of childbirth, to families with incomes averaging $2500 a year, runs to $300.

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(Congratulations to Mr. Simon. Anyone who can manage a theatre for fifteen years must be either a hardy soul or a very desperate one.)

The Eagle Editorialist fully endorses the Williamsburg anti-smoke drive, and commends Councilman Joseph T. Sharkey for taking the lead in bringing the matter to the attention of the City Council. "Smoke," declares the EE, "is the chief contributor to the grime characteristic of blighted city areas, and scientific investigators generally agree that we can never check such municipal decay by the more spectacular methods of modern housing developments and street improvements unless the smoke nuisance has been removed."

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(Not only that, smoke causes baldness. You can look it up.)

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("'Fas' tawkin' lit'l whateveh t'at woid is'," fumes Alice. "T'at's f'soiten! Day I met 'im he tawked me right inta... well, I loint me lesson, t'ats f'sueh. T'at's what I like about Sid. He got nut'n to say, anne don' say nut'n." "Higbe sez," reads Sally, taking the paper away from Alice, "Luck's been agin' me ev'ry time.' " "An' if luck ain' against 'im," growls Alice, "I am! I bet t'tat blonde he was wit' give 'im t'at toot'ache. A sock inna kisseh will do t'at. Boy, I wisht I had a pot roast.")

Leo Durocher's good friend Bobo Newsom has gone to war against sportswriters in St. Louis. Large Louie is taking offense at comments by Mound City scribes blaming him for the losing streak that has dogged the Browns since he joined them last month.

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("Look, I LIKE PIRATES, all right? It's a thing I have!")

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(Five cups, huh? So I guess sleeping on it is out of the question.)

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(Sure are a lot of thugs named Emil around, huh?)

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(AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG HAS AN UNFAILING INTERNAL COMPASS!)

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(It's called "loose powder" for a reason, kid.)
 

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And in the Daily News...

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Sometimes Page Four makes my head hurt.

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"Tried to warn ya!" -- Gene Krupa

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"And do you know how hard it is to find good shirts??"

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"I ONLY WENT TO THE RACETRACK THAT ONE TIME!"

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"Or -- you could end up serving with Larry MacPhail!"

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"Vacuum Head?" Well, he does have quite an extension nozzle.

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"Wait'll he sees what I've been doing with old birth certificates!"

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Yeah, they did. Doncha know there's a war on?

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It still comes down to this.

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War Manpower Board rules are very strict on this sort of thing.
 

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