The Era -- Day By Day

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Whirlaway nabs Preakness as second jewel; currently Medina Spirit reigns probable, which creates
interesting legal entanglement for both horse and trainer Bob Baffert; whose lawyer seems to have filed
against disqualification at Pimlico. However, Baffert-for whom a preponderance of cumulative past narcotic
evidence weighs against him-and his lackluster ineffective blame-the-system dodge, can be licensure suspended by
Maryland, which slips past Baffert's legal slide, and de facto ties the reins to the saloon post for Medina Spirit.

 

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...A 27-year-old Roslyn Heights woman with what authorities described as a "police complex" is being held for sentencing in Nassau County on charges of malicious mischief, pleading guilty to going on a rampage and destroying a police booth in Glenwood Landing. Miss Barbara L. Taylor was arrested yesterday after tearing up Police Booth K, smashing nine panes of glass in the windows, destroying furniture, and tearing the telephone off the wall and pitching it into a nearby pond. The booth was the eighth police booth to be vandalized in the past three months, and police are investigating those incidents to determine if Miss Taylor was responsible for them as well. The woman is said to be enraged at "uniformed authority" because she has a total of seventeen convictions on her record for traffic violations, and especially dislikes police booths. Police are dragging the pond today in an effort to recover the telephone....

"Police are dragging the pond today in an effort to recover the telephone." Sorry, but that's funny. Maybe they can find the radio Sally pitched as well.

... ("Merge? Why not? Think of what we'll save on signs.")...

You can see the Art Deco influence.

...("PHILADELPHIA?" sputters Sally. "OHHHH no no no no no no no no no no! Not Philadelphia! An' not f't'at bum Rizza!" "Hah," hahs Joe. "T'em people in Philly tawk funny. 'Wooda' t'ey say steada 'watta.'" )...

"...'Wooda' t'ey say steada 'watta.'" (Kudos Lizzie, very meta.)

..
("Hey, you do all right on this fight an' we maybe can get you booked next month to get killed by Joe Louis!")...

Maybe Invisible Scarlett can grab K.O. Hogan's ankle or something like that, as she, even invisible, could easily get hurt trying to help Jerry.

... Boy, that Plushbottom really gets around.....

Man or woman, doesn't matter, there is nothing more fun than running a business inside a large company when an "efficiency expert" or "consultant," or "change management person," or three other names I've forgotten come in with a team to "analyze your business to find opportunities to make your business better."

You and your team will then spend weeks or more explaining to that team what you do and why and how you do it a certain way. Then, they will go away and a month or so latter have a big meeting with you to tell you all the wonderful things they discovered to improve your business, which will also be further explained in a big report that you'll read later (or sometimes ahead of time).

At the end of it all, most of their recommendations won't work for various legitimate reason as they didn't understand the nuances and limitation of your business, but, once in awhile, some small recommendation will help. And you'll have to report up on all of this and explain why you can't incorporate most/all of the recommendation as "the company spent good money on these consultants." Fun times.

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At the School of Hard Knocks, Burma majored in history.....

In the hierarchy of T&TP, Burma has blown by Raven Sherman and sits just a bit below (cue the angelic music) Hu Shee. The Dragon Lady is in a separate category altogether. Once again, I note how awesome it is that Caniff has women constantly outsmarting men in 1941. I think the "role model" thing is oversold today, but these are some cool women role models.

... Downwind might not be much of a cargo pilot, but he's an excellent flamenco dancer.....

What the heck! That flamenco-dancing panel was bizarre. (I hope @MissNathalieVintage returns at some point and, of course, hope all is well with her.)

Whirlaway nabs Preakness as second jewel; currently Medina Spirit reigns probable, which creates
interesting legal entanglement for both horse and trainer Bob Baffert; whose lawyer seems to have filed
against disqualification at Pimlico. However, Baffert-for whom a preponderance of cumulative past narcotic
evidence weighs against him-and his lackluster ineffective blame-the-system dodge, can be licensure suspended by
Maryland, which slips past Baffert's legal slide, and de facto ties the reins to the saloon post for Medina Spirit.

What I haven't read much about, but is kinda amazing is that the parimutuel tickets paid out on Medina Spirit, so even if he's disqualified now, that money is gone and the "real" (at that point) winning tickets won't pay out.

 

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What I haven't read much about, but is kinda amazing is that the parimutuel tickets paid out on Medina Spirit, so even if he's disqualified now, that money is gone and the "real" (at that point) winning tickets won't pay out.

A disqualification at race will stop payout; subsequent later disqualification will not invalidate earlier payment,
although the affected horse will lose claim. This is for the practical realities involved with money, its legal claim
and distribution at track window. Secondly, the drug issues as for enhancement as opposed to other use,
and the tolerances allowed prior to and at race are scientifically contested to some extent presently.

 

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In the hierarchy of T&TP, Burma has blown by Raven Sherman and sits just a bit below (cue the angelic music) Hu Shee. The Dragon Lady is in a separate category altogether. Once again, I note how awesome it is that Caniff has women constantly outsmarting men in 1941. I think the "role model" thing is oversold today, but these are some cool women role models..

Burma, resident alley cat has nine lives that I suspect she has already used...Caniff may draw male characters
as little more than mere convenient foils but the cumulative effect rings formulaic and subscribed,
while dalliance unrequited is overly chaste teasing to no substantive purpose. And Terry is becoming androgynous
fluff, strains the strip of any plausible rhyme or reason.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Meanwhile, just what are we to make of this? A closer look at panel one of today's "Harold Teen" reveals an interesting inscription on Lilacs' "names of my girlfriends" sweater...

I wonder if a thrill-driver show passed thru Covina recently?

 

[LizzieMaine]

Rudolf Hess, deputy leader of the Nazi Party and no. 3 man in Adolf Hitler's regime, is missing tonight and believed dead in circumstances suggesting a "deranged mentality." An official announcement from Nazi Party headquarters in Berlin states that "a letter he left behind unfortunately reveals traces of mental derangement." The announcment follows an earlier report monitored over the Berlin Radio announcing that Hess had "committed suicide at 6PM Saturday," after taking off in an airplane in violation of Hitler's orders that he not "practice flying on account of illness." Hess has long been one of Hitler's closest and most trusted aides, and was formally named by the German Fuehrer as second in line behind Hermann Goering to replace him in the event of Hitler's death.

A Chinese laundryman and $100,000 worth of opium are in the hands of Federal authorities today after a raid by customs officials on the freighter City Of New York at Bush Terminal this morning. Forty-four-year-old Quey Quay of Canton, China, head of the ship's laundry, was arrested by customs agents and is being held in lieu of $25,000 bail for Federal grand jury action. It is reported that Quay, who was not officially a member of the ship's crew and operated the laundry on a concession basis, has made a full confession, and further arrests are anticipated. A Treasury Department spokesman stated today that "a large smuggling ring is involved." Narcotics seized included 54 pounds of cured opium, 72 sticks of Persian opium, and four ounces of "Yen Shee," opium ash which can be smoked a second time. Authorities say that the drug was loaded aboard the ship during a stop at Mombasa in Portuguese East Africa.

Picket lines were established in San Francisco this morning at eleven shipyards, in a machinist's strike called Friday night. Although only 1700 of the 16,000 employees at the eleven yards are members of the machinist's union, members of other shipbuilders' unions have refused to cross picket lines, idling the plants. Although more than 500 police have been assigned to the shipyards to "guard against violence," there have been no reports of any incidents, and in some cases, police assigned to a given site outnumber the pickets.

Seventy planes today continued the search for a missing banker and his wife, who took off from Roosevelt Field on Friday night en route to Ohio, and haven't been seen since. The Beechcraft biplane carrying Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Brewster may have gone down between DuBois, Pennsylvania and Warren, Ohio, since residents in that area reported seeing a "small plane in apparent distress," and the search is concentrating on that territory. The search party includes twenty Army planes from Wright Field in Dayton.

Disregarding a leniency plea, a Manhattan General Sessions Court Judge today sent Madam Ladyfinger to prison for a ten-to-thirty-year sentence. Thirty-four-year old Dorothy Stirrat, who earned her nickname as the leader of a gang of jewel thieves working the nightclub circuit, was convicted in the theft of $75,000 worth of gems from Mrs. James V. Forrestal, wife of the Assistant Secretary of the Navy, who was robbed outside her home four years ago. Madam Ladyfinger's usual method placed her in a glamorous nightspot, where she would "case" the crowd in search of valuable jewelry, which she would then point out to her confederates who would handle the actual business of relieving the customers of their sparklers.

A leaflet campaign to do away with the position of County Sheriff thruout the city is underway, with circulars distributed over the signature of "The Citizens Non-Partisan Committee," headed by former judge Thomas D. Thatcher. One example carries a jingle criticizing the city's sheriffs as malingerers -- "The Sheriff is a man with feet, Who sits upon the county seat. If we should take his desk away, His feet would have no place to stay!"

(Yeah, but did they ever find that telephone? The Bell System won't be so lenient.)

("Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before....")

Worried Parent writes to Helen Worth very worried about her 31-year-old daughter, who plans to marry a man "in his middle 60s." "I can't believe that such a union can be permanently successful, but he has persuaded her that marrying him will be to her personal advantage." Helen admits that the chances of such a union succeeded are perhaps not so good, but she also advises Worried P. to mind her own business. "A woman of 31 should be able to make her own decision on a matter so vital and so personal."

The Eagle Editorialist expresses his excitement over Dodger attendance so far in the 1941 season, pointing out that Ebbets Field accounts for twenty percent of *all Major League attendance so far this year.* But he also notes that "a growing number" of the nearly 300,000 who have paid their way into the Flatbush ballpark this spring seem to be tourists who have gone as much to see the Brooklyn fans in action as to see the ball club. "If this keeps up we'll soon be in a position to demand that Mr. MacPhail pay us for coming to the his park!"

("Why, this model is so powerful it'll suck the hair right off your head!")

The manufacturer of the famous Sky-View taxicabs drowned Saturday night in his own swimming pool. Mr. James F. Waters, age 47, was pronounced dead at his home in San Francisco after a nighttime swim at the pool at his estate in that city. Mr. Waters is well known in New York for his sales-and-service office in Long Island City, where the Sky-View cabs are sold. The cabs, featuring a window in the roof, are modified DeSoto models, and it is said that Mr. Waters was the single largest customer of the Chrysler Corporation, selling an estimated $10,000,000 worth of taxicabs in New York City over the past four years. It was Mr. Waters who donated a new Sky-View model to hero cabbie Leonard Weisberg of Brooklyn earlier this year in recognition of Weisberg's role in foiling the Esposito brothers' criminal rampage in midtown Manhattan in January.

("Boy," sighs Sally, "I'm glad my ma saved alla my stuff." "Y'know what was my cradle?" says Joe, with just a hint of sourness. "A beeah crate, wit' two halfsuvva keg top nailed t't' bottom. Ma was sure glad t'ol'man haddat job at Schaefa's, an' boy was she sore when Prohibition come in. She needed new foinature, an' hadda BUY it.")

(C'mon now, Parrott, making fun of the Phillies? Punching down is never funny. And shed a tear, if you will, for Mr. Mungo, who has been, if not a Hall of Fame pitcher, than at least good newspaper copy for a very long time, and for Mr. Waner, a legitimate future HOFer who just can't beat the calendar. Oh, and am I the only one deeply unsettled by the forbidding visage of the floating head of Eddie Arcaro? I though jockeys were supposed to be jaunty fun-loving characters.)

The second of Elaine Carrington's nighttime human-interest dramas airs tonight at 9:30 over WEAF. In "Meet Joe Lusk," the doyenne of Brooklyn Heights dramatists brings us the story of an average man who runs a novelty shop on the Coney Island boardwalk and has to figure out what to do when his "worthless step-daughter" robs his till.

Concert pianist Jose Iturbi joins in the fun on the Rudy Vallee-John Barrymore program this Thursday night over WEAF, romping with Rudy and Jawn in a sketch poking fun at music conservatories.

("Eh," says the Profile. "It's a living, they tell me.")

(OK, now Sam The Presser is really getting sore. FIND YOUR OWN RACKET.)

(George has so many shady uncles it's hard to keep track, but they do all have one thing in common -- they all hate him.)

(HAH! If Blackston really *did* cut a highway thru the farm, I will laugh and laugh and laugh.)

(Acting? Well, toots, you're no Mae Busch.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Heiress?" How'd the Eagle miss that angle?

Yeah, better make it a little after noon, there'll be a line.

Really? Has anybody ever said, claimed, or intimated that this is or will be a "war to end all wars?" When you go after the roaches under your refrigerator, you don't think you're doing it to end all roaches forever. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't go after the roaches you have NOW.

Well, he wouldn't be if you didn't make the workers take the safety guards off the machines so they'll run faster.

The wet towel of reality just won't stop slapping Andy in the face.

Yeah, Terry, like you, bumming around China since you were twelve and never once cracking any book that I've ever seen, have anything to say about that.

"Maybe you know my father," says the Constable. "He works for Esquire magazine, you know, as their mascot. And my grandfather? Why, he poses for the cards in Monopoly!"

Of course, we all know Snipe is too straight an arrow to go in for blackmail, but oh the possibilities...

Again with the "Liz?" It must be Lena's middle name, and Pruny knows she hates it. Oh, and "Asset?" Who's writing these slug lines, anyway?

Never mind the hat, I wanna know why having a blouse that matches one of your tattoos didn't ever catch on.

 

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Rudolf Hess, deputy leader of the Nazi Party and no. 3 man in Adolf Hitler's regime, is missing tonight and believed dead in circumstances suggesting a "deranged mentality." An official announcement from Nazi Party headquarters in Berlin states that "a letter he left behind unfortunately reveals traces of mental derangement." The announcment follows an earlier report monitored over the Berlin Radio announcing that Hess had "committed suicide at 6PM Saturday," after taking off in an airplane in violation of Hitler's orders that he not "practice flying on account of illness." Hess has long been one of Hitler's closest and most trusted aides, and was formally named by the German Fuehrer as second in line behind Hermann Goering to replace him in the event of Hitler's death....

As we all know now, this story is about to get much-more bizarre.

...Disregarding a leniency plea, a Manhattan General Sessions Court Judge today sent Madam Ladyfinger to prison for a ten-to-thirty-year sentence. Thirty-four-year old Dorothy Stirrat, who earned her nickname as the leader of a gang of jewel thieves working the nightclub circuit, was convicted in the theft of $75,000 worth of gems from Mrs. James V. Forrestal, wife of the Assistant Secretary of the Navy, who was robbed outside her home four years ago. Madam Ladyfinger's usual method placed her in a glamorous nightspot, where she would "case" the crowd in search of valuable jewelry, which she would then point out to her confederates who would handle the actual business of relieving the customers of their sparklers....

Perfect fodder for Dunn or Tracy. I'd take Kay off the narcotics case - that's no case for a rookie - and put her on this one.

...The manufacturer of the famous Sky-View taxicabs drowned Saturday night in his own swimming pool. Mr. James F. Waters, age 47, was pronounced dead at his home in San Francisco after a nighttime swim at the pool at his estate in that city. Mr. Waters is well known in New York for his sales-and-service office in Long Island City, where the Sky-View cabs are sold. The cabs, featuring a window in the roof, are modified DeSoto models, and it is said that Mr. Waters was the single largest customer of the Chrysler Corporation, selling an estimated $10,000,000 worth of taxicabs in New York City over the past four years. It was Mr. Waters who donated a new Sky-View model to hero cabbie Leonard Weisberg of Brooklyn earlier this year in recognition of Weisberg's role in foiling the Esposito brothers' criminal rampage in midtown Manhattan in January....

"It was Mr. Waters who donated a new Sky-View model to hero cabbie Leonard Weisberg of Brooklyn earlier this year in recognition of Weisberg's role in foiling the Esposito brothers' criminal rampage in midtown Manhattan in January."

I get that there was a publicity angle to this, but still, it's a nice thing to do and a quirky tie-back to the Esposito Brothers' story.

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(C'mon now, Parrott, making fun of the Phillies? Punching down is never funny. And shed a tear, if you will, for Mr. Mungo, who has been, if not a Hall of Fame pitcher, than at least good newspaper copy for a very long time, and for Mr. Waner, a legitimate future HOFer who just can't beat the calendar. Oh, and am I the only one deeply unsettled by the forbidding visage of the floating head of Eddie Arcaro? I though jockeys were supposed to be jaunty fun-loving characters.)...

Whirlaway is just a wonderful name. The horse is still revered in racing circles to this day.

Good action pic, lower right.

...("Eh," says the Profile. "It's a living, they tell me.")...

With four ex-wives and several bar bills to pay, every dollar counts.

... (HAH! If Blackston really *did* cut a highway thru the farm, I will laugh and laugh and laugh.)...

That would be your best call ever, and you've had a lot of really good ones.

Rather than Blackston, it's more likely Robert Moses is building obnoxiously big and obtrusive highways even in the comicstrips.

...
(Acting? Well, toots, you're no Mae Busch.)

Only a couple of hours?

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"Heiress?" How'd the Eagle miss that angle?....

No kidding, very sloppy by the Eagle where, on assumes, there are some unpleasant meeting taking place about it right now.

Re the 28-Hr "Sit-Down," as you note often, "Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before...."

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Yeah, better make it a little after noon, there'll be a line.....

Yes, odd that the hands are a bit off.

I got a better plan anyway, let's scoot out early and meet at 11:45, we don't want to chance them selling out. Nothing sadder than looking at an empty row of H&H windows where the apple pies used to be.

A.. Really? Has anybody ever said, claimed, or intimated that this is or will be a "war to end all wars?" When you go after the roaches under your refrigerator, you don't think you're doing it to end all roaches forever. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't go after the roaches you have NOW.....

And considering it's just over twenty years since the last "war to end all wars," that's just bad marketing.

Living in NYC, the roach wars are evergreen; each side fights on with no hope of winning. It's WWI trench warfare; we just fight over the same no-man's land time and again.

... The wet towel of reality just won't stop slapping Andy in the face....

Proving how much Andy doesn't understand the game he's playing, since he's already invested, Andy should want a loud mouth in on it now. The way pump-and-dump schemes work is you buy first, then promote the idea to others (pump) so that they run the price up and then you, if it works, sell (dump) before everyone gets wise. So, if Andy knew what he was doing and didn't care about the immorality and illegality of it, he'd be encouraging a loudmouth to get in on it to help "pump" it.

... Of course, we all know Snipe is too straight an arrow to go in for blackmail, but oh the possibilities......

*Guest contributor to today's "Gasoline Alley" is "Grin and Bear It" writer George Lichty.

Also, while many men were, of course, very secretive about their hairpieces, it was also common in the era - based on books and movies - for some men to be very open about wearing one. It seems that, again, for some, it wasn't a big secret.

 

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Yeah, Terry, like you, bumming around China since you were twelve and never once cracking any book that I've ever seen, have anything to say about that..

Nathan Hale, 21 years old, hanged as a spy, New York City 1776.
Burma's a capricious alley cat squandering nine lives, and Terry's caught behind the proverbial Eight Ball.

 

[Haversack]

The manufacturer of the famous Sky-View taxicabs drowned Saturday night in his own swimming pool. Mr. James F. Waters, age 47, was pronounced dead at his home in San Francisco after a nighttime swim at the pool at his estate in that city...

This bit jumped out at me as to my knowledge there isn't anything anymore that would qualify as an estate in San Francisco. So I went looking for clarification and found this site about Waters and the creation of his customized De Soto taxi empire. Fascinating information. And sure enough, Water's estate was in Woodside - a town about 30 miles south of San Francisco and made up almost entirely of estates. Rather like referring to T.R.'s Sagamore Hill being in New York City. Mind, Waters did have apartments on Nob Hill and in Manhattan.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Rudolf Hess dropped out of the sky over Scotland with the words "I have come to save humanity," according to British reports, which further claimed that the No. 3 Nazi split with Adolf Hitler out of the belief that the Fuehrer is "leading Germany toward a full partnership with Communist Russia." It was reported in Glasgow that Hess's plane narrowly escaped being shot down by British Spitfire fighters, and the tail of the plane was found to be punctured by "many bullet holes" when the wreckage was discovered on the estate of the Duke of Hamilton, several miles outside Glasgow. The International News Service, however, claims the shots were fired into the plane by outraged Nazis, following Hess in an effort to stop his flight from Germany. Whether Hess chose to bail out over the Duke's estate deliberately is not known, but it is believed the two men were previously acquainted as a result of the Duke's exploration of Mount Everest. It is also recalled that the Duke was a member of the Anglo-German Fellowship, a society promoting good relations between Britain and Germany before the outbreak of the war.

Members of the House of Commons today warned Prime Minister Winston Churchill to bear in mind in his handling of the Hess affair "this gentleman's record of devotion to the evil genius of Europe." So closely tied to Hitler was Hess that it is known that some highly-ranked Nazis derisively referred to Hess as "Fraulein," implying that he was Hitler's "nursemaid."

Meanwhile, the official German radio today declared that Hess's flight from Berlin was the result of "a fixed obsession" that he could bring a personal end to the war between Germany and Great Britain by personal intercession, and that Hess was acting on the advice of "astrologers and magicians, fortune-tellers and quack doctors" when he took off for Britain. It was stated by informed Nazi sources that Hess's "deteriorating mental state" had caused Hitler to relegate him to "ceremonial duties" in recent months, and Nazi leaders stressed that any comments made by Hess while in British custody "would be disregarded by the German Government."

The courts were asked today to intervene in a harmony-shattering dispute among members of the Long Island Federation of Women's Clubs. Justice Francis O. Hooley in Brooklyn Supreme Court today ordered the organization's nominating committee to show just cause why the name of Mrs. Bernice D. Lawrence of 519 McDonough Street should not be placed on the ballot as a candidate for President opposite Mrs. Walter C. Horn of Queens. Seven affadavits in support of Mrs. Lawrence's demand were presented to the court, and claiming that the nominating committee "seemed determined that Mrs. Horn's name be the only name on the ballot." The petitions further claimed that leaving Mrs. Lawrence's name off the ballot might prejudice her campaign for the Federation's presidency, and cause her to appear to be "a forward woman."

Three men, one an ex-convict, are being held without bail in Brooklyn Felony Court by Chief Magistrate Henry H. Curran on murder charges after the shooting of a Bensonhurst automobile driving instructor. 32-year-old Murray Havenoff was shot to death in front of his home at 1921 Stillwell Avenue last February 15th while resisting a holdup attempt. The three suspects, arrested yesterday afternoon, are 26-year old Charles "Carlo" Nola of 1610 86th Street, an ex-convict, 24-year-old Frank "Hank" Bonino, a longshoreman, of 1740 W. 13th Street, and 26-year-old Santo "Sam Shields" Cantino of 8445 17th Street. The three are said to have confessed to the Havenoff slaying, but denied having anything to do with the murder of Patrolman Leon Fox outside a Surf Avenue theatre last winter.

("T'is ain'no place t'bring up a kid," pleads Sally. "We GOTTA gettouttaheah." "Well," sighs Joe, "Solly Pincus's cousin, he'sgotta buildin' upta Williamsboig. On Lennid Street. Not too fah'f'm t' plant, ac'shly. Not a bad place. New Law. Bigger apa'tment's'niss jernt. Maybe he c'n get us a deal." "Williamsboig?" frowns Sally. "Who wantsta live in Williamsboig? What's ta do in Williamsboig?" "Well, guys ain' gettin' shot in fronna t'eir houses, at leas' not much." "Well," notes Sally, "I s'pose it ain' as far ta Flatbush as we is now. Yeah. G'head an' ask'im'boudit." "Well, now'tcha mention it, t'ey ain' allat much goin' on in Williamsboig, is t'ere?")

Facing foreclosure on his Brooklyn luncheonette, a 39-year-old Manhattan man leaped to his death today from the Manhattan end of the Williamsburg Bridge. Isaac Silverman of 46 W. 62nd Street was said by his brother to have been in financial difficulty for some time. Patsy Viggiano of 9418 Avenue K was standing on the corner of Mangin and Delancey Streets in Manhattan shortly before 8:15 this morning and saw Silverman jump off the bridge. Silverman's body landed about fifteen feet away from where Viggiano was standing.

(And for a Mexican quickie marriage, it'll do pretty well -- they'll remain married until Harris's death in 1995. Along the way they'll raise two kids and do one of the truly great radio comedy programs.)

The bodies of New York investment banker Benjamin Brewster and his wife, the former Leonie de Bary-Lyon, will be returned home today, after they were recovered from the mountains north of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania where their Beechcraft biplane crashed late Friday while en route to Warren, Ohio. Authorities say the plane struck the side of a 1500-foot mountain and exploded as the wreckage tumbled into the underbrush.

Medical examiners have determined that contractor Cornelius G. Vanderbilt Jr died of natural causes, likely from a heart attack as he rowed a boat in Richmond Creek in Staten Island. Vanderbilt's death occured just hours before he was due to testify before an Amen grand jury in connection with the ongoing investigation of paving-industry corruption.

(Suggest not making any long-term plans around the Japanese Pavilion. All that's left of the 1939-40 fair in 2021 is the basic layout of the Flushing Meadows Park street pattern, the New York City Building -- now the Queens Museum -- and the pilings that originally supported the Perisphere and now support the Unisphere. And, of course, the Westinghouse Time Capsule, which still lies deep within its shaft, waiting to be opened in the year 6939 for a far-future civilization to misinterpret.)

(I'm a big fan of "The Goldbergs," but can't remember if I've heard Tito turn up or not. Something tells me I *would* remember him if I had.)

(That's what you get for marrying a man of weak imagination.)

("Well," says Joe. "I'm ofta school." "Whya takin'at sports section? I ain' seen it yet." "Oh, jus'sump'n t'read onnaway. I'll bringit back. "Well, y'betta.")

(NEXT: Sparky takes on his greatest foe yet -- the AMA!)

(And you can just hear how he says it: "Ohhhhhhhh, Unnnnnnncle Gummmmmbo!")

("Drat it Bill, you took a wrong turn and now we're in an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!")

(Something's going on with the art -- Kay doesn't have her usual hangdog desperate feeling-my-prime-of-life-slip-away expression anymore. Either Marsh has a new assistant, or she's finally decided to move on from Dan and explore all the possibilities that life has to offer.)

 

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I once played in a barracks poker game with a cook whom had been stationed at Spandau Prison on rotation
guard for the prisoner Rudolph Hess. I recall the game because of his remark that he was asked to prepare a meal
for Hess and after the singular spent tray was returned to the mess hall kitchen he received it and noted for
required documentation what was served and any leftover food. He also said that he had a distinct sense of evil
while holding the tray and utensils.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

When he sees how they laid out Page Four today, poor George Clark is going to have a coronary.

"No list of wealthy backers." "You think they'll buy it?" asks Gen. Robert Wood, president of Sears, Roebuck and Company. "Of course they will," replies Col. Robert R. McCormick, publisher of the Chicago Tribune. "They're -- plain people." "That's right," says R. Douglas Stuart, heir to the Quaker Oats fortune. "If there's one thing I've learned its that they'll eat as much oatmeal as you put in front of them. As long as it's -- plain." "It's as refreshing as a deep breath of Vapo-Rub on a winter night," adds H. Smith Richardson, Vick Chemical Company president. "That's kind of a poor analogy," comments textile magnate William H. Regnery, "but it's better than just making things up out of whole cloth."

"It was a more civil time..."

And you thought he just carried that scimitar for looks.

That Georgetown must be a real happenin' place.

It isn't nice to gloat.

I used to know a guy in radio, a very pleasant older fellow, who wore exactly this kind of a toupee. We tried to be nice and not let on that we knew, but it was hard not to -- the rest of his hair was silver grey, and the toup was pen-wiper black.

If the purpose of all this is to create sympathy for Lillums, well, it's working.

"Now let's see. How did Pat work this, when he was pretending to write..."

Try and do a kick like that, with force, and you will see that Van Sharpe is truly a remarkable man.

 

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A lawyer's slip between the tongue and lip inside court or chamber can cause a long fall.

Speaking of indolence in general, Terry should hit on Burma.

 

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...The courts were asked today to intervene in a harmony-shattering dispute among members of the Long Island Federation of Women's Clubs. Justice Francis O. Hooley in Brooklyn Supreme Court today ordered the organization's nominating committee to show just cause why the name of Mrs. Bernice D. Lawrence of 519 McDonough Street should not be placed on the ballot as a candidate for President opposite Mrs. Walter C. Horn of Queens. Seven affadavits in support of Mrs. Lawrence's demand were presented to the court, and claiming that the nominating committee "seemed determined that Mrs. Horn's name be the only name on the ballot." The petitions further claimed that leaving Mrs. Lawrence's name off the ballot might prejudice her campaign for the Federation's presidency, and cause her to appear to be "a forward woman."...

These insular clubs can be vicious and, obviously, lose all perspective of their own importance. I'm surprised the judge didn't throw them all out of his courtroom.

...Medical examiners have determined that contractor Cornelius G. Vanderbilt Jr died of natural causes, likely from a heart attack as he rowed a boat in Richmond Creek in Staten Island. Vanderbilt's death occured just hours before he was due to testify before an Amen grand jury in connection with the ongoing investigation of paving-industry corruption....

I'm sure he died of natural causes. Jean, your thoughts?

...[ (And you can just hear how he says it: "Ohhhhhhhh, Unnnnnnncle Gummmmmbo!")...

What the heck is going on with Uncle Gumbo's hair?

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(Something's going on with the art -- Kay doesn't have her usual hangdog desperate feeling-my-prime-of-life-slip-away expression anymore. Either Marsh has a new assistant, or she's finally decided to move on from Dan and explore all the possibilities that life has to offer.)

Based on the general hygiene conditions of jails, how long the brunette has been in there and how many cigarettes she's been smoking, if now is Kay's breakout moment, it going to be an "earthy" experience.

A... When he sees how they laid out Page Four today, poor George Clark is going to have a coronary.....

"Sylvia had none too good a day on the stand today. She found herself badly confused as to the number of men with whom she had been intimate."

That might be the most-Page-Four line ever.

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I used to know a guy in radio, a very pleasant older fellow, who wore exactly this kind of a toupee. We tried to be nice and not let on that we knew, but it was hard not to -- the rest of his hair was silver grey, and the toup was pen-wiper black.....

Once you know, it's all but impossible not to look. And so much for my theory that he wouldn't care.

... If the purpose of all this is to create sympathy for Lillums, well, it's working.....

I don't know, other than the two older ones, I'm annoyed with all of them. I'm glad for Lana's sake she got away from here.

 

[LizzieMaine]

I believe that Gumbo is sporting the world's first man-bun. "Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before..."

Tuthill's character designs are quite brilliant. He takes a few basic components -- potato noses, big ears, long, loping legs -- and cooks up some of the strangest-looking specimens of humanity you could possibly imagine.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Adolf Hitler's Nazi regime in Germany is "cracking up," say British authorities after interrogation of former No. 3 Nazi Rudolf Hess, and it is possible that Hess may be questioned by Prime Minister Winston Churchill himself. It is believed that Hess's statements to British interrogators described the first fractures within the Nazi government since the party purges of 1934, but it is also expected that, when Mr. Churchill comments on the Hess affair before the House of Commons tomorrow, he will warn against "oversentimentalizing" the incident. Press reports of Hess's "adventurous flight" that ended with his parachuting into a Glasgow farmyard, and of his having shown photos of his infant son to a bewildered Scottish farmer will not, in the likely words of the Prime Minister "wash out the blood in which the Nazi regime is steeped."

From Berlin come reports that Hess planned to returned to Germany within two days after his trip to Britain. Nazi investigators base that conclusion on papers left behind by the one-time "deputy Fuehrer," in which he is said to have laid out his plan to convince the Duke of Hamilton to form and lead a "peace party" that would reach an understanding with Germany to end the war. Nazi reports emphasize, however, that Hess did not posses knowledge of any vital war plans of the German High Command.

In full view of a score of policemen, court attendants, and witnesses preparing to testify, a Manhattan grand jury warden this morning raised an old police service revolver to his temple and shot himself to death. Fifty-nine-year old John Moselle, a forty year veteran of city service, had been ill in recent months, and had told co-workers upon his arrival at the Criminal Courts Building this morning that he didn't think he could "take it any longer." Moselle shot himself shortly after 10 AM, after taking the revolver out of his desk drawer, and was pronounced dead at the scene by a physician attached to the Manhattan District Attorney's office. Mr. Moselle, who was married with no children, was described by friends as a man of "generally jovial character" who was active in civic and Jewish charities.

From far-off Greenland, a 42-year-old "Eskimo" arrived in Brooklyn today in pursuit of medical aid unavailable in his homeland. Jacob Christian Edvard Davidson, "a figure of importance in his village," arrived as the lone passenger aboard the freighter Julius Thompson, and was taken straight to Brooklyn Hospital for "a delicate brain operation" to be performed by Dr. E. Jefferson Browder. As he left the ship, Mr. Davidson was seen to clasp his head in pain, and Dr. Browder indicated that the tumor in the patient's skull has cut off both speech and hearing.

Demanding that Brooklyn "merited recognition," prominent borough clubwomen are rallying around Mrs. Bernice D. Lawrence of Ocean Hill, and demanding that she be advanced from first vice president to president of the Long Island Federation of Women's Clubs, Incorporated. Supporters of Mrs. Lawrence have filed suit to demand that she be placed on the ballot for election to that office, and vowed today that if the court action fails, they will mount a demonstration to nominate her from the floor when the Federation holds its annual convention in Garden City on Friday. If that effort, too, fails, the Lawrence faction vows to withdraw entirely from the Federation and form its own rival group.

(Ewwwwww.)

A Brooklyn businessman who denounced District Attorney William O'Dwyer for "failing to respond" to labor problems at his factory has formally withdrawn his remarks and apologized for making them. Michael Piluso, president of the Arco Crown Cork and Cap Company, accompanied by his attorney Howard Turk, appeared at the office of the Brooklyn Eagle this morning to issue a statement declaring that "there was no basis whatsoever" for the accusations he made before a luncheon of the Merchants and Manufacturers Association of Bush Terminal at Feltman's Restaurant yesterday. The District Attorney, upon learning of the accusations made against him, warned Mr. Piluso that he had better be ready to prove those statements, or "we will thrash this out before sundown." Attorney Turk explained that Mr. Piluso was "confused" in thinking that the situation at his factory was a matter for the District Attorney's office.

(It's been a while since we had a juicy milk-wars story, so it's nice to see Miss Ingersoll is still on the job.)

(A year from now, there'll be no joke here at all.)

A former partner of Charles H. Ebbets in the first home ownership of the Dodgers has died at the age of 76. Henry W. Medicus was Ebbets' original partner in buying a controlling interest in the Brooklyn National League Base Ball Club Inc. in 1905, bringing the club under the control of Brooklyn interests for the first time in its history. Mr. Medicus served as secretary and treasurer of the corporation from 1905 to 1914, and was instrumental in the planning and construction of Ebbets Field in 1912-13. In 1914 he sold his shares in the team to Edward and Stephen McKeever, but later partnered again with Mr. Ebbets and the McKeever brothers in the ownership of the Newark Bears franchise, then in the old Eastern Baseball League. Mr. Medicus was well known in bowling circles before his involvement in the affairs of the Dodgers, and also owned a Brooklyn furniture manufacturing company.

The Works Progress Administration will aid in the restoration of the 154-year-old original building of Erasmus Hall High School in Flatbush, with funding for the work to be obtained thru Federal authorities. The original two-story wooden-frame structure will be moved from its present location to the center of the quadrangle formed by the school's modern buildings, and after a full restoration, will be used solely as the school's administrative offices.

(Well now! It's good to see that our old friend the Whimsical Chef from Childs' has found work at last. Whatever became of Childs, anyway?)

(Hah! Hey Bucky, have another Camel why donch'a? A month into the season, and the Dodgers are 21-6. It's hard not to be optimistic. And I do hope somebody picks up Mr. Waner -- he's got a good attitude, and some club ought to be able to find a place for him as a player-coach, pinch-hitter, or whatever.)

One of the heaviest-hitting clubs in Negro baseball invades Dexter Park this weekend as the Baltimore Elite Giants come to Woodhaven to face the Bushwicks. Outfielder Bob Clark, second baseman George Scales, and shortstop Tom Butts swing the sturdiest bats in the Elites' attack, and twenty-year-old catcher Roy Campanella is, despite his youth, already an established star.

Yeah, I bet the manager at the Met is on the phone to the Loews main office right now looking for a way out of showing a Lionel Atwill picture at this particular moment. Besides, I'd rather see a romantic comedy with Edmund Lowe and Una Merkel any day of the week.

(CALLLLLLLLLLLED IT!!!!!)

(Of course, Gumbo isn't going to tell you it's all counterfeit, and his printing press and plates are still down in the cellar there over behind the boiler.)

(Out in Cincinnati, young Rod Serling reads today's "Mary Worth" and thinks to himself, "Boy, what I could do with a story like this...")

(Kay never used to look this -- ah -- top heavy. No doubt a very clever disguise.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

A lot of ick on Page Four today, but it's worth noting that the Orator Francis Woodward described here is the wastrel son of the Orator Francis Woodward who made Jell-O a household name at the turn of the century. Young Orator's main career seems to be getting involved in unsavory divorces, and even now, well into his fifties, he's still one of the country's most jiggly playboys.

There was a minor craze for importing young pandas to the US after Mrs. Ruth Harkness brought the first cub to America in 1936, and most of them came to sad, early ends because zookeepers knew essentially nothing about the species, other than that they were cute and people would pay to look at them. During her short life, Pandora was not only a major New York celebrity, she also had an endorsement contract with Westinghouse, helping to promote its air-conditioning systems.

Well, here's a story that dropped off the front page fast, but it's nice to see some followup.

Don't worry, kid, we've already sent for Sparky Watts.

Tess, you're no Kay.

Well, it's certainly possible to send a message with a typewriter -- just hit the bare platen with periods and dashes and you can easily leave a visible morse-code imprint that you can only see from certain angles. But that won't work if there's a piece of paper in the machine.

Min is the living example in panel two of utter and absolute resignation.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Good old Trixie, hasn't changed a bit.

There is something hysterically funny about Moon's legs in panel one. He's just the type to pass out doing a yoga position.

 

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(Ewwwwww.)...

"Unharmed" there's something almost charming about the Eagle using such a delicate euphemism.

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(Well now! It's good to see that our old friend the Whimsical Chef from Childs' has found work at last. Whatever became of Childs, anyway?)...

Maybe Childs figured out that it had the worst marketing team in the world and fired them all.

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(Hah! Hey Bucky, have another Camel why donch'a? A month into the season, and the Dodgers are 21-6. It's hard not to be optimistic. And I do hope somebody picks up Mr. Waner -- he's got a good attitude, and some club ought to be able to find a place for him as a player-coach, pinch-hitter, or whatever.)...

It's early in a long season to expect Wyatt to maintain this pace.

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Yeah, I bet the manager at the Met is on the phone to the Loews main office right now looking for a way out of showing a Lionel Atwill picture at this particular moment. Besides, I'd rather see a romantic comedy with Edmund Lowe and Una Merkel any day of the week....

Today, Atwill's recent publicity would only help the box office, but back then, you're right, it probably wouldn't have. Some things really have changed.

... (CALLLLLLLLLLLED IT!!!!!)...

Well done Lizzie.

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(Of course, Gumbo isn't going to tell you it's all counterfeit, and his printing press and plates are still down in the cellar there over behind the boiler.)...

Another day and Uncle Gumbo's hair is still as much of a mystery as before. Also, Jo should just shoot both of them, put the gun down, calmly call the police to come and, then, hang out with Mazie and Kay in jail as that would be a better life.

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A lot of ick on Page Four today, but it's worth noting that the Orator Francis Woodward described here is the wastrel son of the Orator Francis Woodward who made Jell-O a household name at the turn of the century. Young Orator's main career seems to be getting involved in unsavory divorces, and even now, well into his fifties, he's still one of the country's most jiggly playboys.....

Nice play on words, Lizzie.

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Well, here's a story that dropped off the front page fast, but it's nice to see some followup.....

Indeed, too many story just fade away, like, I don't know, our NJ full-figured yellow-haired bank-heist mastermind.

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Don't worry, kid, we've already sent for Sparky Watts.....

Somebody had her Wheaties this morning, didn't she?

 

[ChiTownScion]

No Harold?