LizzieMaine
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("If I eveh get me hans aroun'at Marie Belasco's neck," fumes Sally. "Leavin'at kid wit' Ma an' just wawltzin' off like it was nut'n. What kin'a poisson DOES'at? I ASK YA!" "Well," shrugs Alice, "at leas' she left'im wit', you know, fam'ly. "Smoeh'n my mot'eh eveh done." Sally glances at Alice but says nothing. "I neveh tol' you about t'at, did I?" Alice continues. "Y'know how I woun' up inna home t'eh? A cop foun' me onna Fulton Street L. Couln'a been much oldeh'n ya Leonoreh. Awl by meself onna Fulton Street L. I don' remembeh nut'n about how I got t'eh, but somebody musta lef' me, y'know? An' t'cop didn' know who I was, *I* didn' know who I was. On'y t'ing t'ey had to go by was'sa lit'l coat I had on, 'nis ol' coat wit' a label inside it wit' 'Alice Dooley' wrote on it. T'ey figyeh'd'at was me name, but who knows, coulda been a secon' han' coat. But t'ey figyehed 'Dooley,' an' looked at me red haieh, an'ney toin't me oveh to t'sistehs. An'nat's awl I eveh knew about it." "Jeez," sighs Sally. "I neveh knew t'at. T'Fulton Street L. Jeez." "An' y'know," Alice continues, "I was kin'a glad when'ney toeh t'at down. Ev'ry time I'd ride on'nit I'd look aroun' at awla ladies, y'know? An' I'd wondeh 'which one'a'yez is me ma?' An' I neveh foun' out an' I neveh will. But t'is kid Willie, why, he's got' a gran'ma, an' you an' Joe, an' Unca Frank, an' hopetagawd someday Mickey's gonna come home. He ain' on no Fulton Street L. He ain' gonna end up wit' no sistehs. He ain' gonna end up like I done." "Yeh," nods Sally. "Yeh." And the train rattles on without another word exchanged.)
Light Allied naval forces bombarded the New Guinea Coast at Sio as Australian troops in pursuit of Japanese forces retreating from the Huon Peninsula captured the Bonga supply center, a communique announced today. Joining the campaign to win control of bases opposite the New Britain invasion coast, the warships -- probably destroyers -- shelled Sio, fifty miles above Finschhafen, twice during the hours of darkness between Monday evening and Tuesday morning. The communique mentioned no enemy interference and said the attack was made with "good effect." A spokesman indicated the vessels were able to penetrate the Vitiaz Strait safely because Allied aircraft from New Guinea were able to protect them.
Assistant Federal Attorney Harold I. Sorin revealed today that six of 24 civilian workers at the Brooklyn Navy Yard charged with filing false overtime hours had accomplished the impossible feat of traveling from one job to another and eating supper, all within a half hour. Sorin explained that the men had reported for work as blueprint readers at a Brooklyn war plant every night at 7 PM, only 30 minutes after their time cards at the Navy Yard, where they were employed in similar work, revealed that they had clocked out.
(Sorry, Sally and Alice. You'll have to stay in Jersey for the duration.)
An increase of 30 percent in the meat available to consumers in December as a result of a "substantial cut" in meat ration points was promised today by Price Administrator Chester Bowles. Most beef cuts, Bowles indicated in a radio talk, will be two or three points lower in cost, and some variety of meats will become unrationed. He warned, however, that the increase in supply may not last, and predicted that the meat supply by Spring of 1944 will be "much tighter" than it is now.
("I been t'inkin," muses Joe. "F'Chris'mas it might be nice t'get a, you know, fam'ly pitcheh took. One'a t'em nice ones, right? Wit' us awl dress't up, an' sitt'n in chaiehs a' sump'n. Like y'hang inna pawrleh. We neveh had nut'n like t'at, an' wit' me -- well, you know, who knows wheah I'll be nex' Chris'mas --- maybe Sal'd like t'have sump'n like that 'stead of a paieh a slippehs a' sump'n." "I think that's a fine idea, Joseph," replies Ma. "Come, William -- eat ye san'wich. I see ye there tearin' off pieces an' putt'n'm in ye pocket. Ye don't need to do that, son, thar's plenty more san'wiches where that one come f'rm." "But I ain'," resolves Joe, "gonna have e'iteh one'a t'ese guys do it. Sal would -- you know -- get involved. An'na pitcheh prob'ly wouldn' come out too good.")
Hollywood singer Ginny Simms took issue today with screen star Laraine Day for her comments criticizing morale-building since she took the initiative to do something about the problem of officers taking up seats meant for enlisted men. Miss Simms, former vocalist with Kay Kyser's Orchestra recently hailed as the official "Sweetheart of the Armed Forces" by the War Department for her tireless performances before servicemen, stated today that, like Miss Day, she found at first that officers were helping themselves to the best seats at her shows. But she went on to say that that this stopped immediately once she put her foot down about it. "I wrote ahead to the camps," she explains, "and specifically said I was coming to sing for the GI's -- and nobody else!" Since then, she says, she has never once found an officer -- or an officer's wife -- taking a seat while ordinary soldiers were forced to stand.
The Eagle Editorialist awaits with much anticipation confirmation of rumors of a "Big Four" conference that will bring President Roosevelt and Prime Minister Churchill face to face with Premier Stalin and Generalissimo Chiang Kai-Shek. "That would mean," the EE observes, "that the fighting throughout the world is being integrated, that the United Nations are in truth United, and that the crusade for freedom and peace is world-wide in scope."
(Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before...)
("Leo was just telling how he'd beaten Bob Hope out of $300 in a golf match..." Yeah, but who's gonna play third base?)
(You're tampering with forces beyond your control.)
(Fooling around with bimbos, huh? Why aren't you in uniform??)
("Swenson?" You're not fooling anybody, MR. CLARK KENT.)
(Hey, a gal's gotta eat.)
("Here, you want the neck?")