The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

Isn't she cold up there???

 

[Fading Fast]

Isn't she cold up there???

It would make sense, but it's hard to confirm as that detailed doesn't seem to have been painted on.

 

[Madhouse27]

Buff, please just tell her I’m dead.

 

[LizzieMaine]

While Mr. Schroth shoots off firecrackers in his backyard there is no Eagle today, but for the millions of New Yorkers who labor on thru the holiday at their war jobs, the Daily News as ever makes its morning appearance...

"At least I *know* wheh Joe is," sighs Sally, resting the paper in her lap as the train sways its way to Jersey. "But I wondeh wheh Solly Pincus is. He t'ought t'ey'd prob'ly send 'im back t' Europe but who knows weh." "Whassit like, I wondeh," sighs Alice. "Y'know, Siddy won' neveh tawk about what he seen inna las' wawr. I know he was in France, an' one time he mentioned 'is place cawlt 'Argonne' a' sump'n, but I dunno weh t'at is. You know weh t'at is?" Sally ponders for a moment. "I hoid of it," she sighs. "I seen a movie when I was a kid, 'T' Big P'rade.' You eveh see t'at pitcheh?" "Nah," dismisses Alice, "I didn' go much t'pitchehs back t'en. I -- uh -- woiked nights." "Y'know," resumes Sally, "me'n Joe's about t'on'y fam'ly Solly's got -- but if sump'n happ'nt'wim, I dunno if, y'know, t'Awrmy would know t'at. I don' know who he's got down f'ris nexta kin. Some'n coulda happnt'wim, an' we might neveh know." There is another long silence punctuated only by the rattling of the train and the low murmur of its passengers. "Hey Sal," resumes Alice. "You t'ink maybe if I went t't' liberry t'eh t'ey'd have sump'n 'bout t'is Argonne?" "Yeh," shrugs Sally. There is another long silence "But who wants t'hang arounna liberry," Sally continues. "Bore ya sick inneh." "Yeh," nods Alice. "Guess ya right..."

"Yeh," murmurs Sally, gazing at Miss Farmer's photo. "Good luck, kid."

Oh, why bother. I'm sure the Brow would be happy to give you a pistol if you asked him nicely.

Of all the twists this story could take, "wacky chimp antics" was not something I anticipated.

WILL YOU JUST GET OUT OF HERE??????

"Rich? You mean like -- 'Daddy?'"

Better get used to it, he'll insist on being called "The Colonel" for the rest of his life.

A short, balding 20-year-old must make use of whatever he can.

Two plane crashes in a week? What's the odds?

Oh come on, once you get used to it he's actually kinda cute.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

Watch it, Sarge -- note the wedding ring.

And finally...

Likewise.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Whassat?" queries Alice, as Sally taps a folded sheet on her lap, her eyes far away. "'Not'eh letteh from Joe? Can't be doin' much bakin' if 'e's awrways writin'!" "Neh,"sighs Sally. "Letteh fr'm Joe's sisteh, Lina." "T' one 'nat raised 'im?" replies Alice, her brows raising. "I t'ought she was dead." "Might as well'a been," frowns Sally. "She lives in Joisey now, out'n Teaneck. Keeps house f'some docteh'ra sump'n. I on'y met 'eh once, right b'foeh we got married. She looks me oveh an' says t' Joe, 'you daeh t' bring t'is Irish koiva in my house?" "Huh," huhs Alice. "Whassat mean?" "It means," scowls Sally, "t'nex' time I see 'eh I owe 'ehra smack inna mout'." "Oh," ohs Alice as comprehension dawns. "I don't t'ink Docteh Levine would like t'at." "No," concedes Sally. "Prob'ly not." Well," Alice continues, "if t'at's how it is how come she's writin' to ya?" "She wants t'let bygones be bygones," explains Sally. "I guess Joe's been writin' to 'eh since 'e's been inna Awrmy, an' when he's oveh t'Kilmeh she wawnts we sh'd awl get t'getteh. She's neveh met Leonoreh, an' she ain' tawked t' Joe since we gawt married. T'at's awmos' seven yeehs." "You gonna do it?" wonders Alice. "I dunno," shrugs Sally. "I know when I ain't wawn'ed, an' cawlin' me what she cawlt me is kind'va sign, y'know?" "Ya ma useta cawl Joe a dumb bohunk," notes Alice. "An'now she t'inks he wawks on wawteh." "T'way Lina looked at me t'at time," frowns Sally, "it was like she was gonna put me UNDEH wawteh. An' now I should take Leonoreh out t'meet 'eh?" "She's fam'ly, t'ough," notes Alice. "Like it awr not." "Who needs 'at kin'a fam'ly," scoffs Sally. "I got awla fam'ly I need. I got Ma an' Mickey an' Uncle Frank, an' Jimmy an' Danny an'-- well, you an' Krause, an' -- ev'na Ginsboigs, even." "How 'bout Joe, t'ough?" challenges Alice. "What's he got?" "He's got awla t'em too," argues Sally. "An' Solly Pincus is like a brot'eh." "But," counters Alice. "Ya ma an' ya bro'teh, at least -- f'you, t'at's blood. What's Joe gawt f'blood? His sisteh." "Blood don' matteh," dismisses Sally. "Easy," frowns Alice in a highly pointed tone, "f'you t'say...")

American casualties in World War II have now exceeded those of the First World War, it was disclosed today by an analysis of official reports. Over 31 months of global fighting have produced 261,541 US casualties, as opposed to the 259,735 casualties over the 19 months of American participation in the last war. 56,772 Americans so far have died in the current war, versus 53,878 in World War I.

(There's a new world coming.)

Fears of the Office of Defense Transportation of a massive transportation pileup as holiday vacationers flooded back into the city failed to materialize today, as bus and rail lines reported no major problems with returning holiday traffic. Many of those who left the city over the weekend were doing so at the start of two or three week vacations, and many, anticipating a late rush, started home early. Lowering skies yesterday afternoon cut short holiday activities for many others, thus spreading the return traffic out over the entire day rather than it occuring all at once.

General Charles de Gaulle is expected soon to arrive in Washington DC, possibly within the next 24 hours, for conferences with President Roosevelt on the complex state of official relations between the United States and de Gaulle's National Committee for French Liberation. A dispatch from Algiers stated flatly that Gen. de Gaulle is scheduled to lunch with the President on Friday. It is also anticipated that the Fighting French leader will be the guest of honor at a dinner given by Secretary of State Cordell Hull, and possibly also at an official State dinner at the White House.

(There's no such thing as a bad dog.)

(That's a nice euphemism.)

(Paige went 11 innings at Ebbets Field and then on one day's rest he goes out to Dexter Park and throws three more? He'll probably go six today at the Parade Grounds.)

("I'm not so worried about bricks hitting me in the head, but I paid ten dollars to some guy in an alley for these stockings!")

("Ha! I bet it's the horse again!" Don't you just hate that?)

(Rattle brain? She's no Harold Teen!)

(It's like Mr. Stamm is reading my mind. Which is, under the circumstances, an unsettling thought.)

(SUCH CRUST! Kitty used to live with the Bungles.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Come to Brooklyn, Clare. There's a lady here who'd like a word with you.

"There must be an easier way to make a living than this." -- Commissioner Valentine.

The most disturbing thing about this chair is that it would actually be very easy to build. You're a sick man, Mr. Gould.

"All right, Mama. Let's go."

I mean, the walls in these old hotels are pretty thin.

"Yeah, I was the casting director at Columbia."

"Gulp. Even -- Nick?"

This was a tank job. Imagine the free sandwiches!

Hey, careful with those bottles. There's a shortage!

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

Snif. Our little boy really has grown up.

February 14, 1921.

 

[Fading Fast]

Alice has a special talent for knowing how to talk to Sally.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Funny t'ing is," comments Sally, glancing at the papers stacked on the counter before her, "I don' even really know awlat much 'bout Joe's fam'ly. I mean, I know t'ey come fr'm Lit'uania befoeh he was bawrn, an' I know Lina was about six yeehs ol' when'ney come'eeh, an' I know his ma died right afteh he was bawrn an'nis Pa died inna influenza -- but I dunno nut'n else, really. He kinda remembehs 'is pa but 'e neveh knew 'is mot'eh at awl. Awl 'e really had was Lina, an' she wasn' much but a kid at t't'ime 'ehself." "Terrible," sighs Ma. "Ye'd nevarr knoow to look at 'im. Aaahlways so cheerful, 'e is. Oi aaahlways loiked that aboot 'im." "I wondeh if 'es got relations oveh t'eh still?" ponders Sally. "I know he don' know, but I wondeh if Lina does. Seems like she'd remembeh." "Maybe," ventures Ma, "thaat's what this is aaahl aboot. Maybe she's harrrrd soomthin' from ovarr there she wants Joseph t'knoow aboot." "I dunno how she would," shrugs Sally. "Ain' like t'em Nazis gonna be lett'n much woid out." She glances over at Leonora, sweeping her stacks of nickels into a canvas bank deposit bag. "Whatcha t'ink, hon?" queries Sally. "You wanna go meet y' Aunt Lina?" "Too busy," frowns Leonora. "Lotsa waaark t'do. Maybe lateh." "Waaaaark," chuckles Sally. "She sounds jus' like you." "Unca Hops late," Leonora continues. "Still gotta count c'lections!" "What's she tawkin' about?" snickers Sally. "C'lections?" "Maaaaaar choildish nonsense," hustles Ma. "Oi know what ye'd like, Leonora daaarlin', hooow aboot a noice haaaht foodge sundae!" "Eh," shrugs Leonora. "Afteh waaaaark.")

American armored forces in Italy battled halfway thru the stronghold of Rosignano, keystone to the German defenses before Livorno, while other Allied units smashed northward toward Florence and Ancona in a general advance of from one to five miles. Driving rains and deep mud slowed the advances of the 5th and 8th Armies but official sources noted today that they are moving northward with increasing speed, riding roughshod over enemy positions offering the stiffest opposition since the fall of Rome.

U. S. soldiers and marines are mopping up last-ditch Japanese resistance in northern Saipan, as Admiral Chester W. Nimitz held out high hopes of exerting increasing pressure on Japan as his Pacific fleet approaches peak efficiency. Nimitz indicated today that he is confident that the Saipan campaign is nearing its finish, but he believes a hard fight remains until "most of the remaining Japanese are killed."

("I guess that's why they called this the Van Lingle Mungo Suite.")

Sharply criticizing the Republican Party platform plank concerning Negroes, Wendell Wiillkie declared today that he will have to closely examine the Democratic Party's racial plank before making up his mind on which party, he feels, would best help America's largest racial minority. The 1940 GOP presidential nominee, who dropped out of the 1944 race following a poor showing in the Wisconsin primary, noted that the racial plank adoped at last month's Republican National Convention offers proposals to abolish the poll tax and establish anti-lynching law by proposing a Constitutional amendment that would have no chance of being ratified. "That will never happen in your lifetime or mine," declared Willkie. "Two thirds of the states must ratify such an amendment. The nine southern states would block it, and other states would join with them. It just could not work." Willkie declared that, so far as Negroes are concerned, the Republican platform is "filled with weasel words," and he urged Negroes to study both parties' platforms carefully to determine which woud be best.

(You just can't trust those Davega bathing suits.)

The Eagle Editorialist observes with interest a report indicating that working women are 30 times more likely to be willing to take on additional duties than women of the leisure class. The report, prepared by the chairwoman of the Nurse's Aides section of the Brooklyn chaper of the American Red Cross, notes that of 150 women applying for nursing assitants' training, only five of them were women who stay at home all day. The other 145 had regular jobs. "While this ratio may be deplorable," comments the EE, "it should not be surprising. Anyone who has ever served on a committee knows that the most work is done by the busiest people, that only busy people have time for additional duties. Those who have the least to do always have the least time at their disposal."

(J. Parnell Thomas, the Campaign Years.)

(Well, if this really is the end of the line for J. Whitlow, at least he will have the dignity of not being shipped out of town in a potato sack by Mr. Rickey. Maybe Fitz can use a pitching coach in Philly.)

Thursday July 20th will be Paper Drive Day at Ebbets Field, with admission granted to anyone reporting to the ballpark with 20 pounds of waste paper and the 20 cent Federal amusement tax.

(And they were never seen or heard from again. Hey Mary, checked on Dennie lately? I think he's becoming a juvenile delinquent.)

(Better answer it, if he tries to knock he'll kick the door in.)

(Sure, everybody knows the best way to confront crooked gamblers is to scold them face to face.)

("Maybe it's because I'm so terribly nearsighted.")

(Who needs Jiminy Cricket when you've got Kitty!)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Another nominee for Most Page Four Page Four of 1944.

All this -- AND A BEAR!

You couldn't give her half an hour, could you??

"Awww," awws Miss Kaplan. "Hey, Moze -- you eveh t'ink 'bout set'lin' down? You know, afteh t'wawr?" Mozelewski leans back on the bench and ponders. "Yeh," he nods. "I gawt it awl figyehed out. 'M gonna open a shop, a dress shop, right awn Fulton Street. 'Mozelewski's a' Brooklyn.' Real high class jernt." "T'at ain' what I meant," snickers Miss Kaplan. "It's what *I* meant," frowns Mozelewski. "An' don' cawl me 'Moze.""

Honeymoon's over.

Took ya long enough!

"You know, ministers, schoolteachers, mailmen, RATION BOARD CHAIRMEN!"

Didnt know Pop had a sister, did you?

Anyway, the room did need a good cleaning.

Well, it certainly isn't a pygmy marmoset.

 

[Fading Fast]

Valley Stream reader: "I don't understand this mermaid story at all."