The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

Oh, and...

He was all ready to sign, but he dropped the pen...

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

Lonergan is a tragic Manhattan wartime occurence. The brief snippet below his pix said it all.

Mr Caniff is stretching the ditch dig too far. Terrence is a mere pawn romance wise so nothing will come of this Gert flirt.

 

[Fading Fast]

I'm tired of Terry missing every signal and opportunity. It made sense at first, but by now, the kid would have caught on. Grett's done everything shy of undressing in front of him.

 

[Madhouse27]

I'm tired of Terry missing every signal and opportunity. It made sense at first, but by now, the kid would have caught on. Grett's done everything shy of undressing in front of him.

It’s surprising he can fly a plane.

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

Mr Caniff is a sharp guy who knows how to spice his strip.
And the news itself plastered all over can be salacious and racy so why the skimp?
Terrence should be in a seminary not a squadron.

 

[LizzieMaine]

I wonder how Terry would have gotten along with Senga?

 

[Fading Fast]

I wonder how Terry would have gotten along with Senga?

Senga is just what Terry needs as she wouldn't take "no" for an answer. Terry needs a woman to just take over.

Senga was a heck of a good character. She's probably minting money during the war with her "skills."

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Gerald L. K. Smit'," sneers Sally. "Whatta louse. Y'eveh heeh what WInchell cawls'at guy? 'Gerald Lucifeh K-K-Kodfish Smit'. An'nat's a good name f'rim. I'm s'prised ev'n Costelleh w'd have anyt'ing t'do wit' t'likesa him, t' Fascis' rat. Dewey betteh steeh cleehr'vim. T'at's a stink t'at'll neveh wawsh awf." "I can't stan' politics," sighs Alice. "Ain'neh nut'n inneh 'bout Durocheh an' Dixie Wawkeh?" "Speakin'a politics..." eyerolls Sally.)

Regulations concerning reduced lighting of store windows will remain in effect during the brownout which starts Monday, disappointing merchant associations who had anticipated that their displays would be allowed to return to pre-war brilliancy. Continuation of the store dimout was announced by Mayor LaGuardia in a series of directives relative to the brownout after conferences with city officials. Many of the shop owners believed that they would be permitted to turn their lights on in full when the announcement was made on Thursday. In addition to the continued dousing of store window displays, theatre and business entrances may not be illuminated duriing daylight hours and at night such illumination must be reduced to the minimum level "consistent with the demands of public safety."

(At least it makes for good theatre.)

The Eagle Editorialist takes umbrage at a recent Army statement declaring that "some canine breeds are not bright enough for service in the K-9 Corps." "If Congress isn't called upon to make an investigation into the K-9 Corps," the EE observes, "it won' t be because the slighted owners of collies, poodles, chows, and other rejected breeds aren't mad enough to demand it."

("Besides, it's cheaper than an Ozite cushion!")

("We hawrdly wen' at awl'lis yeeh," sighs Joe. "An' y'know what? When we did go it jus' didn' seem t' same. No Reiseh, no Pee Wee, no Cookie..." "Ahhhh, Joseph," nods Ma. "Change is a paaaart'a loife." "No Ducky, no Camilli, no Fitz.," continues Joe. "An' no MacPhail. Y'know, Sal ain' beena same since he left. No moeh runnin' downa Schreibstein's awl houehs'a t'day an' night t' cawl'im up an' yell at'im. T'at Rickey won' ev'n pick up t'phone. He preten's he's out, one time, Sal says, he ev'n ans'eh'd t'phone wit'ta funny dialec'. No, I tell ya, it ain' like it useta be. Y'know, she didn' once t'row t'radio out'a windeh t'is yeeh." "Ye right, Joseph," agrees Ma. "Remembar them telegrams that Alice Dooley was sendin'? Them gangstarrs that coom in heer an' staarted to boost oop th'place?" "Ahhh, t'at's t'at Durocheh's doin'," dismisses Joe. "He runs wit' a rough crowd y'know. Undehwoil' charactehs, radio comedians..." "Scoom'a th' aaaarth," sniffs Ma.)

The Major League draft meetings open Monday in Chicago, with Dodger president Branch Rickey heading the Brooklyn delegation in person in hopes of picking up a few good buys at the baseball bargain counter. Conspicuous by his absence, however, will be newly-rehired manager Leo Durocher, who will skip the meetings to "visit friends in California." First picks will belong to the Giants and the Athletics, last-place finishers in their respective leagues.

("But wipe your hands first.")

("But for another million, you can choke me all you want!")

(You can forget all about Elm City.)

(It's almost like she's done this all before.)

(Poor Mr. Wilt obviously missed the World's Fair.)

("Y'know, dog, I've taken JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOUR CRAP. Oh, wait, I missed a piece.")

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

The News has been waiting for years for a story like this.

"The Globe? I dunno. What comics does it carry?"

Uh oh, some guy with a moustache! Sorry Terry, you had your chance...

It's like he had it all planned out.

Careful, it's just lend-lease.

It's helping her forget her bereavement.

"Now, about headwear. Do you have anything insouciant?"

Too late.

No wonder Harold's laying low.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

"Never heard of her." -- G. R. Lee.

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

I wonder how Terry would have gotten along with Senga?

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Direct deposit your salary account Harold.

Caniff seems to use Terrence as convenient foil but convenience aside our gallant lad is a kid who shouldn't
fly solo all the time. From what can be gathered Terrence is in the famed Flying Tigers so he should be on
the prowl off duty. The mature themes shown above in Harold's strip-and Mary Worth whom I was shocked
to see perhaps imperiled-are seemingly avoided by Mr Caniff, leaving me a bit much lost as to why.
When Rouge was forced to concede the Japanese soldier's amorous bargain I thought Macbeth's witches
were stirring the cauldroun but they later flew away, and of course too lady fair vixen. ???

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Gawdawmighty, Joe," sighs Sally, gazing sullenly at the front page. "What kin'a woil' we livin' in? What kin'a TOWN? Mobstehs buyin' an' sellin' judges, swindlehs, moidehs, lynch mobs, doity whispehs -- I ask ya? What kin'a woil' izzit f' Leonoreh t'grow up in?" "Mob!" recites Leonora, pointing at the paper, as her mother quickly snatches it away. "Y'see?" Sally exhales. "Y'see what she's gonna grow up seein'?" "Yeh," nods Joe, unable to argue the point. "But'cha know, afteh t'wawr..." "Yeh," agrees Sally with a bitter nod. "Afteh t'wawr. Y'know what, let's go oveh an' spen' t'day wit' Ma. At least t'eh y'don' hafteh see nut'n y'don' wanna see." "Yeh," shrugs Joe. "I can't awrgue wit'tat.")

Relief for distressed holders of bins full of noncombustible or, at best, highly inefficient coal appeared likely from two distinct sources. In many cases, dealers are reported to be taking the adulterated product out of cellars and refunding the full amounts paid for it, likely motivated by a notice from Markets Commissioner Daniel P. Woolley to the city's 250 coal yards and 5000 licensed dealers and peddlers that charges are pending against some of them that may result in the suspension or revocation of their licenses. With word of Commissioner Woolley's drastic action having reached many of the dealers yesterday, a number of persons who had filed complaints over the delivery of adulterated coal reported to the Eagle yesterday that the coal was being removed, and one of these stated that she was told by the truckman that all of his company's workers were busy removing substandard coal from consumers' bins. A spokesman for the Commissioner's office noted that one dealer offered to deliver a ton of good coal to a complaining customer, to be mixed in with the contaminated coal so that it would burn better, but that offer was refused.

Meanwhile, Federal authorities took steps yesterday to conserve the nation's dwindling coal supply in anticipation of the fourth general coal miners' work stoppage of 1943, expected to begin at midnight tonight. Solid Fuels Administrator Harold I. Ickes banned all anthracite deliveries to any domestic consumer with more than a ten days' supply on hand, and limited all retail sales to a half ton per customer. The War Production Board was prepared to declare a nationwide blackout in the event of a prolonged work stoppage. It seems almost inevitable that miners will not work after midnight tonight, and the question of how long that stoppage will last is seemingly up to the 200-member policy committee of the United Mine Workers, due to meet in Washington on Monday, and to UMP president John L. Lewis, whose recommendations are almost invariably adopted by the committee. President Roosevelt has promised to take whatever action is necessary to keep coal moving if the policy committee rejects the wage settlement formula proposed by the War Labor Board, but Lewis remained silent on how he will respond to the President's ultimatum.

The three-power conference in Moscow is nearing its conclusion. as United States Secretary of State Cordell Hull, British Foreign Secretary Anthony Eden, and Soviet Foreign Commissar V. I. Molotoff and their staffs meet to iron out the results of their previous discussions. Last night, Premier-Marshal Joseph Stalin gave a dinner at the Kremlin in honor of Hull, Eden, and their staffs, and Radio Moscow reported that many high-ranking Soviet military and government officials were in attendance. A United Press dispatch received in London indicated that one result of the conference will be "an acceleration" of the war effort by the United States and Britain against Germany, and it is believed that the success of the conference will strike a blow against Hitler's hopes of winning a political war by dividing the Allies.

("Foinetcheh, no," recites Sally. "Runnin' wateh, kinda. Hot wateh, if ya lucky. Flush terlet -- mosta t'time, but ya gotta pull t'chain twicet. Bat'room -- well, moeh like a closet. Central heat'n -- if Krause don' fawl asleep down'eh. Heatin' stove -- JOE, GETCHA FEET OUTA T'EH!. Mechanical refrigehrateh -- t'at's a laugh." "Wise guy ice man," interjects Joe. "Abs'alutley." "Electricity instawled," continues Sally, "-- long as t' fuse don' blow. Cookin' stove -- JOE! I SAID GETCHA FEET OUTA T"EH!")

A 60 year old widow with five sons in the service faces eviction, after her landlord threatned yesterday to return on Monday with the sherrif, who will "put her furniture on the street." Mrs. Emma Bufogle of 967 Jefferson Avenue in Bedford-Stuyvesant went in desperation to 2nd District Municipal Court Clerk Harry Wolkof, who promised to file for a six month stay in enforcing the eviction order. Mrs. Bufogle declared that she has never fallen behind on her rent, and charged that her landlord is attempting to put her out in order to rent to another tenant at a higher rate. Wolkolf indicated that he has taken Mrs. Bufogle's case to the Army Emergency Relief, and attorney Norman L. Silver has already been assigned by the Mayor's Committee on Rents to represent her in that case. Landlord Leon Kaldor was unable to be reached for comment.

("Ahhh," grins Alice, wielding a shovel with aplomb, "t'eh ain' nut'n to t'is." "Yeh," nods Krause, sitting comfortably on a crate as he lights a fresh cigar.)

(Walker Cooper -- drafted? GOOD. Now get his brother too!)

The 36th annual Election Day football game between Erasmus Hall and Manual Training takes place Tuesday at Ebbets Field. Manual Training stands as 3 to 1 favorites to beat their Flatbush rivals, thus breaking a five-year Erasmus winning streak in the game.

("Long hair" music.)

("It was TOTALLY fair! He had a gun and everything!")

("Catch-ball?" Without a glove, yet!)

(She likes 'em big and dumb.)

(Mr. Leon Kaldor couldn't comment for the Eagle because he had a lunch date with Fritzi. And did you know vinyon fibers are sometimes used in tea bags? Surprised you missed that, Mr. Hix!)

("Oh I'm sure we'll get along fine. Tell me, have you ever heard of Leona Blackston? Angel Varden? Or that magazine model, what's her name, Patti something?")

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

("So don't blame ME if your kid screws up!")

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Somebody needs to read Havelock Ellis.

That poor kitten.

"Oh yeah? Where's your warrant? WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?"

Shadow is such a patriot.

"Great Caesar's Ghost!" All editors say that. And next week, look for the Eagle to publish Chester Gump's views on delinquency.

And don't forget, bread makes a great banana sandwich.

"But for a brass monkey, you're kinda good lookin'!" "Yeah, I know!"

Nice try kid, but you aren't anywhere near as scary as HUSTLE BUBBLE SUDS!

A CANADIAN? OH NO!

 

[LizzieMaine]

And finally...

"Mr. Chapman, is it?" smiles G. R. Lee. "Did you say something? I'm sorry, I must've missed it. So busy, you see, counting my money..."

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

Enough with this circle go round Caniff. Lights, pencil, action!
Terrence needs to start acting like a tiger, and I've seen enough Col Flip and heard his advice too much,
so now there's a Canuck to protract matters further. If not Gret, Taffy then.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Getta loada t'is," snorts Joe. "Loan shawrks inta t'ese city woikehs f' 600 p'cent intres'! I ask ya!" "That's ootrageous," agrees Ma. Anyplace in toon, ye can get a loan farr haalf thaat!" "Yep," replies Joe, draining his glass and donning his cap. "Oh yeh," he adds, turning to the door. "Heh's a buck f' Uncle Frank. F'tat quawrteh he loan't me Friday." "Very good, Joseph," affirms Ma, sliding the dollar into the pouch under the counter. "He'll have ye cancelled note farr ye t'marra.")

Mediterranean-based Flying Fortresses knocked out the Antheor viaduct near Cannes on the vital railway linking southeastern France and northern Italy at least temporarily yesterday, with a series of direct hits from 2000 feet, it was announced today. Renewing the Allied squeeze on Axis Europe, the Northwest African Air Force Fortresses flew more than 1100 miles round trip for their second raid of the war on France, an announcement from Allied headquarters in Algeria revealed. A few hour later, British Mosquito bombers raided western Germany. The Fortresses swept across the Mediterranean to Cannes on the French Riviera, halfway between Toulon and the Italian border, without escort, but encountered neither enemy planes nor anti-aircraft fire. All planes returned safely to base.

Lord Halifax, British ambassador to the US, believes that the time has come when "anything can happen in the European war." Speaking at a press conference in Washington late yesterday to mark his return after two months in Great Britain, the ambassador stated that "the German civilian setup is a closely geared machine, and in consequence is a brittle machine -- if one thing were to break down, a good many other things might be strained." Lord Halifax did not discount the hard struggle ahead, but said "putting all things together, without in any way yielding to wishful thinking, we've reached the point on the German side of the war where anything can happen." The Ambassador further expressed the belief from the British public that "those who have fought together will continue to be as one" in suppressing international gangsters in the future.

In Moscow, Allied experts are at work today drafting a joint statement to summarize the results of the tripartite conference of foreign ministers now concluding in the Soviet capital. It was expected in London that a communique revealing the agreements reached during the conference will be released shortly.

(In the Bedford Avenue office of F. Leary & Sons Plumbing and Heating, Uncle Frank leans back in his swivel chair, before his rolltop desk, and addresses his boys. "Ye know whaat to do," he nods to Danny the Neck and Jimmy the Chest. The boys nod in return, button their overcoats, and depart.)

A two-year-old Bushwick boy has now decided that a half-inch-long metal screw is not the same as candy. Young Barney Zarznara of 396 Melrose Street was visiting a friend's home with his mother Dora Zarznara when he found the screw and decided to sample its flavor. It became lodged in his throat, and his mother thumped him on the back until he swallowed it. Mrs. Zarznara rushed her son to St. Catherine's Hospital, where doctors, after examining the boy, prescribed a good strong dose of castor oil. Barney is convinced that this, too, tastes nothing like candy.

The former Price Administrator of the OPA yesterday accused President Roosevelt and Prime Minister Churchill of allowing "political expediency" to prevent the United States and Great Britain from taking positive steps to aid the oppressed Jews of Europe. Addressing a mass meeting at Carnegie Hall under the auspices of the Emergency Committee to Save the Jewish People of Europe, former OPA administrator Leon Henderson charged the Allies with "cowardice in the face of a clear call of moral duty," and asserted that "if Churchill and Roosevelt wanted something done about it, it would be done at once." He further argued that "for years, the leading Allied governments have avoided, submerged, postponed, played down, and resisted with all the forms of political force available to two poweful governments" the knowledge that the Nazis plan the extermination of Jewry.

("I useta love bowlin'," sighs Alice, a look of fond remembrance wrinkling her Pert Irish Nose. "but no moeh." "What happn't?" inquires Sally, despite her better judgement. "Ahhh, I stawrted goin' out wit' a pinboy. We got alawng great at fois', he was a nice kid, y'know? But t'en 'is time, we was out t' t'is jernt inna Flatlan's, y'know? We was havin' a few drinks, right? Havin' a good time, havin' a few laughs, an'nen t'is one guy, t'is big bohunk -- um, no offense t'Joe, he ain' no bohunk, really, an' I don' mean t'..." With a dismissive eyeroll and a handwave, Sally bids her continue. "Anyways," Alice resumes, "we was hav'na good time, me an'nis pinboy, an'nen'nis bo-- uh, t'is one guy, he stawrts makin' cracks? 'Hey junyeh," he says, "y'need a stepladdeh t'kiss y'goilfre'n? Huh, do ya?' Well, y'know I didn' like t'soun'a t'at, so wit'out a woid I jus' stood up an' popped t'at guy right inna beezeh! Five times I popped 'im. Right inna beezeh!" "Five times?" gapes Sally. "Yeh," Alice recalls with a rueful grin. "Ev'ry time I'd knock'im down, 't'is pinboy'd set 'im up again!")

The Eagle Editorialist laments the wartime family problems that have multiplied here in the United States just as they have in England, foremost of them the collapse of moral standards resulting from two-thirds of all families being directly involved in one way or another in the war effort. The proliferation of "latch-key children" who roam the streets unsupervised because their parents are too busy with war work to provide a stable home life finds a great number of these children falling into delinquency and crime. This has happened widely in England, "and now this country, unhappily, is following the same path." Even more notable is the fact that the 16.6 percent increase in juvenile delinquency in the United States noted by the Office of War Information includes an increase in the delinquency of teenage girls that is "substantially higher than that of boys of comparable age." The EE notes that "when parents fail, the community faces the obligation to take over," but warns that "it is often difficult and sometimes impossible for outside agencies to exert the influence in molding the behavior of a child that should be brought to bear in the home."

(KIDS TODAY)

Reader Alex E. Prentz writes in to endorse the reelection of City Councilwoman Genevieve Earle, noting that she has "amply demonstrated her character and her freedom from political bosses." He adds, with a glance toward Councilman Walter Hart, "very few of her colleagues on the Council from this borough can admit the same."

Theatrical producer Max Reinhardt has died at the age of 70. Mr. Reinhart died in his rooms at the Gladstone Hotel following a long illness. He had contracted pneumonia following a paralytic stroke. Once "the wonder boy of the stage," Mr. Reinhardt began his career in his native Salzburg, Germany as an actor, specializing in the portrayal of old men, but by 1905 his genius for directing and producing had come to the fore, earning him the reputation as "the guiding light of the German theatre." He left his native country in 1933 due to his anti-Nazi beliefs, and produced, to spectacular acclaim, "The Miracle," in cooperation with Morris Gest and Norman Bel Geddes. His subsequent production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream," produced at the Hollywood Bowl, drew audiences of up to 150,000 persons per week.

(In the basement of 1720 63rd Street, Krause the Super silently tears up a betting slip and tosses it into the blazing furnace.)

The Major Leage draft meetings convene today in Chicago, with Dodger properties Max Macon, Tom Sunkel, and George Washburn, all presently on the roster of the Montreal Royals, available to other clubs for the $7500 draft price. Another former Dodger is on the block, and may stimulate interest -- none other than Babe "The Incredible" Herman, Ebbets Field favorite of the 1920s, who at age 40 batted .354 for the Hollywood Stars in the Pacific Coast League, and is hoping some major league club will bring him back to the big time. Joe Vosmik, much traveled outfielder who was with the Flock in 1940-41, is also on the bargain counter.

Williamsburg native Betty Smith, creator of the Tree that Grows in Brooklyn, will match wits with the regular panel tonight when she guests on "Information Please," tonight at 10:30pm on WEAF.

(These types always travel in pairs.)

("ANYTHING so I don't have to go back to my family!")

(You have to admit they're good at it.)

(WELL THEN WHY ISN'T HE IN THE ARMY?)

(ME -- YOUR FOOD TASTER? FORGET IT STUPID! AND --- braaaaaaaack!! -- YOU CAN HAVE BACK WHAT I ATE! )

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

He threw it in the river? With all these blazing furnaces around?

"Of course, we don't have any of this stuff in stock now anyway. Come see us in a few years."

Watch out, bub, she's after your job.

I don't know what gruesome fate awaits Laffy, but I have to say I'm looking forward to it.

Careful where you point that chin, Lieutenant, it might go off.

"Bloney's Heroes."

"Besides, do you know how hard it is to get a dog to sit still for a permanent?"

It Pays To Advertise.

Too little, too late.

What, you don't have another bureau drawer?

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

Well now. You know whose last name was "LaFleur?" SENGA'S last name was "LaFleur." Honestagawd, it was. AND NOBODY BELIEVES YOU'RE 18!

 

[Fading Fast]

Krause the Super has really grown on me.