The Era -- Day By Day

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

A before my time here episode so not conversant factual therein, but as mentioned the males who
read Terrence need Burma to survive for prurient justification alone. I bet the playground rumour mill adolescent speculate must have been salacious indeed.

 

[LizzieMaine]

October 6, 1941 -- Burma's last appearance before the current story. Judas has just thrown Raven Sherman off the back of the truck as Terry and Dude Hennick race in pursuit. In the ensuing struggle, Judas clubs Burma over the head, while Dude gets off a lucky shot into the truck ahead and hits Judas. Then....

 

[Fading Fast]

"But the gun...works...at...both...ends..."

So Burma perfect; even slipping into unconsciousness, she's fighting for her survival.

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

The goatee had been shot and shock spake loud to Burma who seemed about to pass out.
An amateur, she should have squeezed trigger and killed him righto sharp without preamble ramble nonsense.
A pistol pointed speaks volumes, kill or be killed, so Caniff left it to readership.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Red propagandeh," spits Sally, her voice sharp with disgust. "You put Paul Robeson inna room wit' t'is Carolina jackass, an' giv'm'n I. Q. tes', an' you know who's comin' out awn tawp. If t'at's red propagandeh, t'en I'm Raiseh Browdeh!" "Shhhh," hisses Alice. "People's lookin' atcha." "An'nat goes f't'restayez, too," snaps Sally, her eyes flashing around the train. "What't'hella we fight'n fawr, anyways, jus' so Cawrl Durham D. N. C. c'n show t'woil' what a fascis' damn fool looks like. Coleh'd guys fightn'a wawr same as ev'rybody else, t'save his fat..." "How 'bout t'em Dodgehs," ventures Alice, fighting against the onrushing storm. "Sout'ten fried jackass," growls Sally, mashing the paper into a wad and tossing it under the seat. "Anna Dodgehs stink too," she adds.)

Large-scale reinforcement of the German garrison in Denmark brought increasing concern in Stockholm today that Germany may be planning to invade neutral Sweden. Swedish reports said Luftwaffe pilots, ground crew, airborne infantry, and paratroopers were among the reinforcements moved into Denmark
on a scale suitable for offensive as well as defensive action. A London Daily Mail dispatch from Stockholm asserted that Sweden believes herself in greater danger of invasion than at any time since Germany occupied Norway and Denmark in 1940.

("Hah!" scoffs Uncle Frank. "AMATCHOOR!")

The Office of Price Administration greeted housewives today with a four-point cut in the ration cost of butter and margarine, effective Sunday, but at the same time raised the cost of choice beef cuts by one point a pound. Lamb and mutton point values, however, were cut in half, while those for veal and most cuts of pork will remain at April levels.

(I, too, would RATHER DIE THAN BE FORCED INTO A NAZI OFFICER'S CLUB.)

The Eagle Editorialist calls for a full investigation of charges and counter-charges concerning allegations of loafing, malingering, and gambling at Brooklyn shipyards. "All of this is not very inspiring," the EE notes, "when the Truman investigating committee reveals that eight Liberty ships have cracked up at sea with heavy loss of life in Alaskan waters."

(Ripped From The Headlines!)

Japanese propagandists are showering American and Australian troops with pornographic political leaflets in an effort to divide the Allies. Specimens held by the Office of War Information display "a slick Yank making violent love to an Australian sweet toots," or so reads the Japanese propaganda caption. Another shows President Roosevelt in a bathing suit shaped like Australia, leering with satisfaction as he watches a Japanese warship bearing down on "helpless Aussies."

("The raw, disagreeable Boston weather." In other words, April. Oh, and if there's a horse in the Kentucky Derby named "Stymie," then I am for that horse.)

Ed Head isn't quite ready to start for the Dodgers, with his arm still stiff from his long winter layoff. The fireballer, who reported late due to a last-minute reclassification of his draft status, had been penciled in to start one game of the weekend series at the Polo Grounds, but is now off the rotation.

Meanwhile, the astonishingly undefeated St. Louis Browns are the talk of baseball after their seventh consecutive win. When they whipped the Indians 5 to 2 yesterday they tied the American League record for most wins at the start of a season. The Dodgers set the major league record with 9 straight to open the 1940 campaign.

(Throwing away rejection slips? You could solve the paper shortage!!)

(Hey, there's millions in malarkey!)

(And I bet he's a lousy cook, too.)

("And not only that, I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN SHAVING RATION POINTS!")

(Come live with me, Kitty, you're better than this family.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Does this mean they'll get a discount on postage?

If I were Alice Faye's press agent, I'd be really sore about this page.

"All right, but only if THIS time *I* get the license."

Tootsie? Is that you??

Oh, so NOW you're all about the paperwork.

"Ask about our Buy One - Get One coupon offer!"

Besides, that wool serge must be hard on the cheeks.

Next time, try the Automat.

If there's one thing Burms is good at, it's staying up all night.

Aw, he does grow on ya.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("I can't b'lieve LaGuardieh'd say sump'n like t'at," growls Sally. "T'ese people ain' done nut'n wrawng. Ev'n'a boid writes t'editorials inna papeh heeh say so! Y'know, I voted f'LaGaurdieh twicet, an' I woulda voted f'r'im t'fois' time if I was ol' enough. But if t'is is how he's gonna be, I ain' gonna vote f'r'im again. T'at's t'kin'a stuff people say, y'know, t'at read Hoist papehs. I ask ya!" "Hey Sal," queries Alice. "What's a 'full fashion't sweateh?" "Huh?" replies Sally. "Says heeh," continues Alice, "t'is guy in Los Ang'less put on a wig anna 'full fashion't sweateh' an' was inna beauty contes'. But what'sa 'full fashion't sweateh?'" Sally cocks an eyebrow at her friend. "Oh," nods Alice as comprehension dawns. They ride on silently, Alice lost in thought. "Hey Sal," she presently inquires. "Yeh?" sighs Sally, leaning back against the seat with her eyes closed. "Y'tink," Alice continues, "t'at *I* could win a beauty contes'?")

A United Press correspondent who shared an exclusive news "scoop" with his fellow reporters in hopes that the wide publication of the story would serve as "an offensive weapon against the Japanese". War correspondent Francis McCarthy learned of a series of naval engagements that climaxed with the Battle of Empress Augusta Bay, and, instead of keeping the information to himself, took the first opportunity to rush ashore at Guadalcanal so that he could clear the story for publication and share it with his colleagues. Rear Admiral A. Stanton Merrill, speaking before the American Publishers Association's annual advertiing dinner at the Waldorf-Astoria in Manhattan last night, praised McCarthy's action, noting if the story had gone out from only one source, the enemy might have deduced that the Allies had only one task force in the area. Instead, with the story released thru multiple sources, vital information was kept confidential while no actual news was suppressed.

Allied and German combat patrols traded heavy blows on the Anzio beachhead and on the Adriatic coastal front yesterday, it was disclosed in a communique yesterday. Bad weather grounded the Anglo-American air forces for the second consecutive day.

("Th' very ideeear!" huffs Ma. "Y'try t'aaaahperate honest, aahn th' amatchoors coom'a laaahng an' roon it faaar ye." "Business is boomin' again, eh?" chuckles Uncle Frank with a sip of his two-cents-plain. "Th' Hoppar aaahlmos' boosted oop in tears whe he coom by with th' bag yestaarrday," sighs Ma. "Whoile we was shoot down he had t'go foind anotharr job. He was makin' d'liveries f'ra drug stoor ovarr on Nostrand Avenarr, an' he said half his d'liveries was takin' Paregoric t' these what'checaaahl 'hopheads.' He said he was soooo glad t'get back t'honest work again." "Ye'rr a good wooman, Nora," grins Uncle Frank, draining his glass, "lookin' aahftar that poor friendless boy loike ye do." "Yes," nods Ma, with a prim look of satisfaction. "Yes Oi am. He's like the ooothar son Oi nevarr had.")

The Truman Committee has turned its attention to the allegations that workers at the Bethlehem Steel Company's 56th Street ship repair yard are loafing and gambling on the job, and will make an announcement today whether it will begin a formal investigation of the charges. The matter came to public notice last week when a snapper at the Bethlehem yard appeared before Magistrate Charles Solomon on an assault charge, and Magistrate Solomon demanded a full investigation of the situation at the yard. The Senate committee chaired by Sen. Harry S. Truman (D-Missouri) will not make its decision known until its chief legal counsel returns to Washington. That return is expected sometime today.

("Mazeltov Mama?" Ah, the golden age of the Yiddish theatre.)

In Houston, Texas the worker housing shortage is so severe that a shipyard employee is living in a tree. Ex-serviceman George Winters, unable to find even a simple room, pitched a nine-foot long tent 45 feet up a tall tree about two miles from his place of employment. There. anchored among the swaying boughs, the young Tarzan climbs deftly from limb to limb to reach his home. His furniture consists of a grub box, a small suitcase, and his Army dufflebag, and he sleeps on a bed made of soft twigs. His stove, a rough affair made of old bricks, is, of course, on the ground below, and he bathes in a small lake two hundred yards away.

("...even if he HAS NO INTENTION OF CARRYING IT OUT.")

Reader A. H. Whitehead has had just about enough of Parks Commissioner Robert Moses and Mayor LaGuardia and their tendency to name-call any person who dares to disagree with them about anything. "They are supposed to be the servants of the people, not their bosses," Whitehead fumes. "The 'patience and fortitude' of the people of our city are being taxed to the limit."

(Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. BUT HEY -- HOW BOUT THEM BROWNS!)

Leo Durocher is a bit down on the present Dodger situation. Asked by a Boston paper who he picks for the National League pennant this year, Lippy snapped "the Cardinals. By 80 games!"

The Dodgers lost a bale of money on the Boston trip -- their cut of the gate for the total attendance of 2450 during the just-concluded Braves Field series won't even cover the cost of rail fare and hotel accomodations.

("Good. And now I'm taking you down and signing you up for a paper route. Your supervisor will be a fine young man named Hugh Striver.")

("I learned my lesson with Dick Tracy!")

(I love when couples have cute pet names.)

(If somebody hadn't stolen Hitler's girlfriend, none of this would be happening? IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO SAY?)

("CLASH!" No synchromesh transmissions here!)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News....

"Her thought processes are very erratic in matters erotic."

"Stop by Sears and Roebuck, boys. I want to get a new swivel chair."

NEVER cheat a Girl Scout.

Sandwiches? When you've already got the whole ham?

"Delinquency? Wait'll I get my zip gun."

The Gump From Marketing.

I seem to remember you tried to burn down a tower once before, and that didn't work out too well...

Well, no time like the present....

"Oh no, not the butcher's van again..."

You can't count on that damn pelican for anything.

 

[Fading Fast]

While this woman has no good intentions, she does have a point, how old is Annie supposed to be? Even in 1944, weren't there laws against her just living on her own like she does?

 

[LizzieMaine]

I think Annie is supposed to be 10-12 ish, although she talks and acts like she was born in a Street & Smith paperback in 1880. Mr. Gray is nostalgic for a childhood that he learned about reading dime novels.

In the Real 1944, we see stories all the time about random kids being picked up by the police and taken to Juvenile Centers and things of that nature, especially in big cities, such as the one in which Miss Warbucks now seems to be operating. And incidentally, while we give Bo's owner and Dick Tracy a hard time for their poor parenting skills, there's really no question of who the Worst Dad In The Comics really is.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Gotta letteh fr'm Joe awready," says Sally, pulling a folded sheet from her overall pocket. "Oooh!" oohs Alice. "Lemme heeh." "Says heeh," begins Sally, "'Deeh Sal.' An'nen, y'know, t'ez poissional stuff. He awrways stawrts wit' poissonal stuff, t'at's jus' how he is, y'know?" "Yeh," snickers Alice.. "Asbestos papeh." Sally shoots Alice a minor scowl, and resumes reading. "'T'is is quite a place t'ey got down heeh,' he says. 'T'eh mus' be' --- an'nen 'nis pawrt is blacked out -- '...t'ousan men heeh, an' fr'm awloveh t'country. T'eh is awlso P-O-W's heeh, but t'ey awr fenced awff fr'm ev'rybody else an' we don' see'm much. Mosta t' guys heeh is rookies goin' t'rough basic trainin' an' t'ey got us t'at's inna Cooks an' Bakehs School in awr own barracks. T'eh is a lotta Sout'en guys in my barracks, an'ney awl tawk wit' accents t'at is hawrd f'me t'unnehstan'. T'sawrgent in chawrge'a my barracks has a real deep verce an'nne soun's jus' like t' Kingfish. But he don' like y'should pernt t'at out, which I foun' out my fois' day. T'eh is awlso a lotta fellehs my age innis school, which is betteh t'en it was at Upton, because nobody heeh cawls me 'Pop.' When'ney foun' out wheh I come fr'm t'ey stawrted to cawl me 'Brooklyn,' which I guess is OK, even'nough t'ey cawl any ot'eh guys fr'm Brooklyn t'at too. What can ya do, it's t' Awrmy.'" "Pop," snorts Alice. "Neveh min'nat," snaps Sally. "B'sides t'ey don' cawl'im t'at. An'nen he says 'T'is school is jus' lilke school. We sit in desks an' t'teacheh tawks an' we lissen. Afteh we get done wit' t'is fois' pawrt, t'ough, we'eh gonna practice. T'ey got awl kin'sa kitchens heeh, kitchens in buildin's, kitchens in tents, an' kitchens built right onna backa trucks. An' t'ey say weeh gonna loin how to cook in awl'v'm.'" "A kitchen inna truck?" marvels Alice. "He gonna loin t'make hot dawgs n' hamboigehs?" "We hadda practice kitchen at P. S. 92," recalls Sally. "Didn' let no boys innit t'ough. An'nen he says 'I am hopin' to go inta Wawshin'ton when I get a pass, an' see awla buildin's an' maybe ev'na bawlgame. T'ey got t' Senatehs heeh, an' awlso a colehed league team, t' Grays. Remembeh when we seen'em play t' Bushwicks, t'ey was pretty good. Too bad about t' Dodgehs t'is yeeh. Oh well. How is it goin' wit' Docteh Minkoff? Did you get Leonoreh signed up? Let me know how she is doin' when she gets stawrted. An' when y'read t'is letteh t'ya Ma, don't read t'at pawrt I jus' wrote. Ha. Ha.' An'nen he goes on wit'smoeh poissonal stuff an' says 'bes' t'awl, love, Joe.'" "You ain' tol' ya Ma?" frowns Alice. "No," declares Sally, "an' don' you go runnin' ya mout'." "Ain' my mout' ya gotta worry 'bout," shrugs Alice. "It's Leonoreh's.")

The sudden death yesterday of Navy Secretary Frank Knox has ignited a fury of speculation in the nation's capital over the question of his successor. The slender, soft-spoken, but tough Assistant Navy Secretary James Forrestal will assume the duties of interim secretary until President Roosevelt appoints a successor. Many in the capital, however, are convinced that the President will hold off on making an appointment until after the political convention season has passed. Several prominent Republicans have been mentioned as possible successors to Knox, including Wendell Willkie and Lt. Commander Harold Stassen. Stassen is a declared candidate for the Republican presidential nomination, while Willkie withdrew from the race earlier this month.

Meanwhile, funeral services for the late Secretary Knox, who died of a heart ailment, will be held on Monday, with burial to follow in the afternoon at Arlington National Cemetery. Flags aboard all U. S. ships and at all naval installations will remain at half staff until after the burial.

The $60,000,000 aircraft carrier Bonhomme Richard, thirteenth vessel in the Essex class, will be launched today at the Brooklyn Navy Yard. The 2,100 ton carrier, named after the Continental Navy frigate made famous by John Paul Jones, will slide into the East River at 4:05 pm, following addresses by Admiral Ernest J. King, commander of the U. S. Fleet, and by Vice Admiral Herbert F. Leary, commander of the Eastern sea frontier.The 850-foot long ship will carry eighty planes, with a top speed in excess of 30 knots.

("Examination" = observing instant bagging at the knees and ankles.)

The Eagle Editorialist notes the long road that remains ahead for the Allies in Europe, but expresses the hope that the current city-by-city pounding of Germany by Allied bombers will convey a message. "Why does Finland, in a seemingly helpless position, reject Russia's modest peace terms," the EE wonders. "Why does Sweden coldly reject the Allies' demand that she cease her traffic in vital war materials with Germany. Why does Spain continue intrasingent in the matter of Nazi collaboration?" The answer, the EE suggests, is that these nations "are not yet convinced that the Nazis are doomed and are thus reluctant to sever their old alliances."

("Last time he came home with two left shoes and never even knew the difference!")

(Leo's gotta do something to keep his mind occupied. Meanwhile, NINE STRAIGHT FOR THE BROWNS!)

Leo Durocher was in a high dudgeon at the Polo Grounds yesterday even before the game started. He went on a pregame rampage and chased all the press photographers out of the dugout.

Among the 6650 paid attending yesterday's Dodger-Giant game was Larry MacPhail's former right-hand man John McDonald. Unemployed since he was dismissed from his position with the Montreal Royals by Dodger president Branch Rickey, McDonald said yesterday's contest was the first ballgame he's seen this year.

("Ah, now, Nora," chuckles Uncle Frank. "That picture they made oop at Ebbets Field is shoowin' at th' Patio! Noo doobt ye'll be waaant'n to goo, a chance t'see ye boyfriend tharr, Mr. Fat Freddie Fitzsimmons." "Oi don't b'lieve," huffs Ma, squinting over her glases, "that Mistarr Fitzsimmons is in thaat picture." "Ahh," smirks Uncle Frank. "But I doo b'lieve," she continues, "that vaaaary foine lookin' Mistarr Camilli is!")

(Sometimes a pipe is just a pipe.)

("All butlers are suspects. It's right there in the job description.")

(You've got to admire such a well-staged racket.)

(Too bad they're not having the Olympics this year, Scarlet would be a shoo-in for the sprinting team.)

(AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG is no snitch.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Things I have observed from my sister wives that have added to the joys and comforts I can administer to my husband." Today's Daily News will be delivered in a plain brown wrapper.

Awwww. It's good to see that Wolf has at last found work.

Burma's latest boyfriend???

Underline GET THE LICENSE.

"So hey, why wait?"

Don't ever offend the butcher who sells you meat.

He really ought to be writing this strip himself.

AWK! Which translates roughly to "Seeza Maboiks!"

Hmm. That silhouette. Maybe the old lady is Nick!

Just pretend you're in a pirate movie. AVAST YA SWAB!

 

[FOXTROT LAMONT]

This afternoon's polygamous read was highly informative chased by chaste Caniff, mister tease no squeeze.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Now I'm waaaarnin' ye," admonishes Ma, as Hops Gaffney carefully selects a fresh toothpick from the little glass on the counter. "Thaaat graaand juury is boond t'have oyes everywhaaar. An' I waaant noo slip-oops. Keep ye oyes op'n, ye earrrs op'n, an' ye mooth SHUUT! Do no business with ANYBODY ye doon't know, aaahr ye'll answer t'me." She punctuates this last with a steel-edged glare and a flicking across her throat with a jabbing index finger. "Ye GET me?" "I getcha," gulps the Hopper, shoving the toothpick into the corner of his mouth as he gathers up his empty canvas bag and tucks it into his sport coat. "Now be off with ye," dismisses Ma, just as the door jingles open to admit a man she does not recognize. She makes momentary but decisive eye contact with Hops, whose adam's apple bobs nervously in his thoat. "Pawrd'n me, Mac," says the Hopper, averting eye contact as he exits. "And what caaan Oi do'fer ye this maarnin', saaar?" inquires Ma. "Papaaar perhaps? Cigarettes?" "Ohhh," replies the newcomer, "I was just passing by, thought I'd stop in." "Ahh," nods Ma. "An' whaat c'n Oi do farr ye?" "Ohhh, I don't know," he continues, scanning the store. "I hear you make a good egg cream here." "Thaat Oi do," nods Ma, reaching for a clean glass. "Nice little place you have here," the newcomer continues. "Mrs. Sweeney, is it?" "It is," nods Ma, "aaahn booth counts." "You have quite a reputation around the neighborhood," he smiles. "'Oh,' they tell me, 'everybody knows Ma Sweeney.'" "Ye give th' pooblic what it waants," replies Ma, eyeing the man warily, "and ya'rr reputation'll preceed ye." "Oh," nods the man, "absolutely." He smiles again, his moustache twitching as Ma squirts in the syrup and pulls on the seltzer tap, raising a fine head of froth. She slides the glass across the counter, and the man takes a deep sip. "Oh, yes," he nods. "That's very fine. Just like they told me." "Joost like -- ah -- if Oi may ask," ventures Ma, "WHO told ye?" "Oh," smiles the man, "some people we both know." "Ah," nods Ma, her own smile a thin line.)

British West Country troops, in a smashing attack powered by tanks and artillery, have sent the Japanese reeling back from the fringes of Kohima into a developing death pocket along their bomb and dynamite blocked roads of retreat into Burma. Official reports last night that the Allied counter-offensive to clear eastern India of the invaders is progressing at a rapid pace, with the British driving southeastward from Kohima and leaving isolated Japanese units to be blasted at leisure from their burrows in the towering hills. Some enemy troops were reported "hopelessly stranded" west of Kohima.

Brooklyn remains $117,000 short of its April quota as the Red Cross War Fund Drive nears its scheduled conclusion. It is expected, however, that collections will continue past today's deadline until the $3,331,000 goal is reached. That quota exceeded by more than $2,000,000 the goal set for last year's drive -- with that 1943 campaign the largest in the borough since 1918.

("Hmph!" hmphs Sally, as she and Alice take in the spring sunshine on the front stoop while Leonora scrawls an indeciphereable manifesto on the sidewalk with a chunk of old brick. "Lookit 'tis! Shoot'n dice, t' bums, while Joe's inna Awrmy. I'm tellin' ya, t'at Gran' Jury can't crack down onn'm soona'nough." "Ah," ahs Alice, noncommittally. "An' Mickey still innat prison camp," Sally continues. "You t'ink HE's shoot'n dice?" "Oh, no," shrugs Alice, "nawt Mickey." "LEONOREH!" calls Sally. "GET BACK UP ONNA COIB! Y'll get run oveh leanin' ov'rn'a gutteh like t'at! Hey, what's she writin' onneh, anyway?" They step off the stoop to take a closer look at the inscription. "T'at t'eh looks like it says 'Bel-mont'," reads Sally. "Belmont? What'sat mean?" "Ev'ry lit'l goil," shrugs Alice, "likes hawrses." "What?" "Nut'n." "I'm gonna ask Docteh Minkoff about t'at," sighs Sally. "I dunno wheh she gets t'is stuff.")

Old Timer Henry L. Klinger writes in to recall the long-gone days when the Dodgers were the "Bridegrooms." They played at old Eastern Park in those days, back around 1898, and picked up their name from the unusual number of young married men on the squad. Surely you remember such diamond stars as Fielder Jones, "Roaring Bill" Kennedy, Lefty Payne, and Scissors Foutz? Mr. Klinger asks anyone to write in who actually remembers where Eastern Park was -- all he can recall is that the New Haven Railroad now runs thru the former site of those grounds.

The regional director of the War Labor Administration yesterday discussed in detail the process under which Japanese-Americans leaving relocation centers out west are investigated before they return to civilian life. "The policies governing this resettlement," declared Harold S. Fistere, "have the approval of the War and Navy Departments. The program has been sanctioned by the Department of Justice as sound from the standpoint of national security, and has been approved by the War Manpower Commission as a contribution to national manpower needs." Each individual over the age of 17 is required to complete a personal-history form, giving detailed information on any and all relatives living in Japan, whether or not they themselves have ever visited Japan, and if so when and for how long, and the names of five Caucasians with whom they are well acquainted. With these and other questions answered, the WRA dispatches investigators to confirm the accuracy of all statements made, and from there the applications are sent to the FBI for comparison against a master checklist compiled from the records of the Department of Justice and army and navy intelligence.

Meanwhile, two young Japanese-Americans met in Washington yesterday with Representative John J. Delaney (D-N. Y.) to express their concerns about recent "ugly remarks" attributed to the Congressman concerning the opening of a hostel to house relocated Japanese-Americans on Clinton Street in Brooklyn. Eddie Shimano and Minoru Yamasaki, born in the United States to Japanese parents, both live in Manhattan," but insisted that he was merely "reflecting the wishes of his constituents" in objecting to the hostel being opened in Brooklyn. He asserted that he has received letters from servicemen now stationed in the Pacific warning that they "will not be responsible for what happens" if they return home to find Japanese living in their neighborhoods." He added that he was "not impressed with the appearance" of the two young men he saw, and declared that "he would not want them for neighbors." Both of the young Japanese-Americans are college graduates. Yakasami teaches architecture at Columbia University night school, and Shimano, who is married to an American of European ancestry is originally from Seattle, but moved to New York because his marriage was deemed illegal in that city. He holds a bachelors' degree in journalism, and was formerly the editor of Common Ground magazine, official publication of the Common Council for America Unity.

(Hey, one game under .500. IT COULD BE WORSE.)

Two of the star teams of the Negro National League will appear at Ebbets Field on Sunday May 21st. The Newark Eagles, who got their start in Brooklyn nine years ago, will face the Washington-Homestead Grays in a doubleheader. Both teams have felt the grasp of Uncle Sam, but still offer star-studded lineups, and both figure to be neck-and-neck in the NNL pennant race this season.

Looking to save precious pre-war nylons for those special occasions? Do as Hollywood's Goldwyn Girls do -- keep them in the icebox! The chorines appearing in Goldwyn's current production "Up in Arms," now showing at the RKO Albee, were alloted three pairs each by the War Production Board, and each dancer was issued a mason jar in which to store her hose when not in use. These jars, in turn, were locked up for safekeeping in a studio refrigerator. Studio stocking supervisor Willy de Mond notes that refrigeration extends the life of the special $15-a-pair nylons by at least fifty percent by slowing the process of chemical deterioration.

("Can't even shoot crazy man!" Ahh, kid, it's never that easy.)

(Theory: whoever it is that's actually writing this strip is a low-level studio employee who actively resents Movie Bugs for his ability to get away with anything and always come out on top, and this is that employee's way of cutting him down to size.)

("When the dancer collapses, the party ends." "YOU AIN'T KIDDIN'!" -- Burma.)

(I respect Fritzi for being able to stand on a factory floor all day in those shoes.)

(Jones? Johnson? I bet his real name is Dr. Moreau!)

("Chilled Watermelon Balls?" Stop smirking, Maestro, you're not in the fourth grade.)

(Two dollars? Good thing Bill's got Blue Cross.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Caprice Capron?"

Ahem. MOTION PICTURES ARE YOUR BEST ENTERTAINMENT.

"Charge it!" Yep, he's in show business.

Yeah, but you didn't give their names!

He drew Beezie and Lilacs first, and then remembered they're in the service.

Commando Willie? I'd rather not think about it.

Poor Cindy. Back in the drink.

If you can't beat em...

Aaaaaaaaaackshully, water is not a solution. It can be part of a solution, but it is not a solution itself.

"Come and get it, ---cker?" JEEZ Burms, and in the Sunday paper!

 

[LizzieMaine]

Oh, and from the Coloroto section --

"Chili who?"

 

[Fading Fast]

"Come and get it, ---cker?" JEEZ Burms, and in the Sunday paper!

I am so worried about her. I do see one heck of a cool rescue coming.

It's like visiting with an old friend...who doesn't wear a lot of clothes.

 

[LizzieMaine]

I respect Jinx very much for keeping her wedding ring on for that.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Yeh," yehs Sally. "Misteh Ginsboig picked up Leonoreh t'is mawrin', an'nee's gonna take 'eh oveht' city t'stawrt at t'is Gifted Children Clinic. Seems like awl I been doin' t'pas' yeeh is shippin' t'pooeh kid aroun' like parwc'l post. Oveh t'Ma's place, t'at noissery out't Koiney, t'at noissrery at Sperry's, an'now t'is. It ain' like when I was a kid, Ma kep' me undeh lock'n key. She let Mickey run' aroun' loose inna street, but she kepta close eye on me lawng as I c'n remembeh. I'd be out'na street playin' potsy t'eh, an' I'd look oveh t'stoeh an' she'd be starin' out't windeh at me." "My ma neveh did t'at t'me," sighs Alice. "Least not afteh she lef' me onna Fulton Street L. But I guess t'sistehs made up f'r'it. 'Swhy I run outta t'at place." Sally glances over at her seatmate, sorry she brought up the subject. "I had a funny convehsation wit' Docteh Minkoff yest'ehday," notes Sally. "He was askin' awlkins'a questions about Ma, an' about Uncle Frank, an' about Ma's stoeh. It's a canny stoeh in Eas' Flatbush, whattaya want?" "Kin'a borin', if y'ask me," nods Alice. "Makin' egg creams an' Coca-Colas awl day, sellin' papehs an' canny bawrs an' cig'rettes." "Yeh," sighs Sally. "I t'ink sometimes t'ez too much goin' awn in my life, but I'm glad I ain' gotta live like t'at.")

All persons living and working in New York City, whether for municipal or private employers, and earning less than $5000 per year, would be covered by a comprehensive health insurance program, proposed yesterday by Mayor LaGuarida. The plan, outlined by the Mayor in his weekly broadcast over WNYC, would provide for the insured, and their families, everything necessary in the way of medical, surgical, and hospital care, at a cost of four percent of the worker's salary, half of which will be paid by the worker's employer. The plan already has the endorsement of a large segment of organized labor, and at least qualified support from the organized medical profession. Some members of that profession propose limiting the program only to the "indigent sick," or to those earning less than a specified amount ranging from $1800 to $2500 per year. In his broadcast, the Mayor acknowledged that a single, nationwide health insurance program would be preferrable to anything possible at the state or local level, but he argued "everything must have a beginning. A million people in our city need, and would benefit from, health insurance now. We can demonstrate that it is workable, helpful, and financially possible. We can, by sheer example, overcome prejudicial opposition and selfishly placed obstacles."

(Matthew 7: 1-5.)

The president of the International Catholic Truth Society yesterday called for the return to the air of Father Charles E. Coughlin, former "radio priest" whose political activities were halted by Catholic ecclesiastical authorities in 1942. "We'll do everything in our power to bring him back," declared Rev. Edward Lodge Curran to an audience of 2500 attending a rally at the Columbus Club. Curran, who was formerly Coughlin's East Coast representative, denied that the rally was staged specifically to promote his mentor's return to radio, but insisted that the rally was the opening salvo in a crusade to promote "orthodox Americanism." Curran defined such "orthodoxy" as an avoidance of the "un-American principles of internationalism," and declared his opposition to any continuing postwar alliance with England, Russia, or any other nation.

Summer may be seven weeks away, but Brooklyn got a preview of coming attractions yesterday when the midday temperature soared to 72 degrees. It was just 28 days ago that an unwanted spring snowstorm blanketed it the borough, but all that was forgotten yesterday as the mild temperatures brought out the crowds. More than 58,000 persons packed the Polo Grounds yesterday, a substantial percentage traveling from Brooklyn, to see the Dodgers fall to the Giants by the unfortunate score of 26 to 8. 20,000 others had to be turned away when they turned up too late for the carnage. The summery weather will continue today, and though skies will be overcast, temperatures may climb as high as 78 degrees.

("I'm Gonna Hang My Hat On A Tree That Grows In Brooklyn?" I hope Betty Smith at least gets a cut-in.)

(Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before...)

(Leo must be watching his budget. For $500, he could have slugged him.)

("I could take you more seriously if you weren't wearing my blouse.")

("WE are the law!" Well, as long as you stay out of Jersey City.)

("I'm at me best in these kid parts." Boy, Jane Withers sure has fallen on hard times.)

(Looting art treasures? Wait'll Hermann finds out!)

(REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS TO SNITCHES)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"You know, there are intelligent, responsible brewery heirs too." -- Rudy Schaefer.

But I dunno about those Piel boys.

Wait'll the tab comes due.

What, you never met a method actor?

This is exactly how it's done.

Never, ever sit with your back to a door.

"There's -- ah -- a lot more of YOU too!"

"What we didn't DO for you!"

You could just stop giving the kid coffee.

"But he's only got an A card! YOU RATTLE BRAINED HEPCAT!"