The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

I think they might be larger scale games than the ones I sat in on when I was six -- gad, contributing to the delinquency of a minor! -- but I don't think they're being run on the scale of a candy store back room. That's not the sense I've gotten from the stories we've had so far, and I don't think Surpless would have been quite so pointed in his remarks if they were straight up gambling hells.

LaGuardia, as we have seen repeateldly, combines the soul of a Progressive Age reformer with the rigidity of a Puritan. It's an interesting and sometimes unnerving combination.

 

[Fading Fast]

I think they might be larger scale games than the ones I sat in on when I was six -- gad, contributing to the delinquency of a minor! -- but I don't think they're being run on the scale of a candy store back room. That's not the sense I've gotten from the stories we've had so far, and I don't think Surpless would have been quite so pointed in his remarks if they were straight up gambling hells.

LaGuardia, as we have seen repeateldly, combines the soul of a Progressive Age reformer with the rigidity of a Puritan. It's an interesting and sometimes unnerving combination.

Thank you, I now got it: It was closer to the friends and family game on the continuum.

By the time I was 8, I was keeping track of my father's bets for him be it on ballgames or at the racetrack. It was a different time. I can still see the small spiral notebook I used like it was yesterday.

No kidding Re LaGuardia, there is no room for his type in modern politics.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("T'ese Hollywood charactehs," sighs Sally. "Slappin' people, knifin' people, I ask ya. Ack like a buncha gangstehs." "Heh," hehs Alice. "Whassofunny?" queries Sally. "Oh, nut'n," she shrugs. "I was jus' t'inkin'a ya Unca Frank." "Nut'n funny 'bout t'at," frowns Sally. "He's still inna hawspital. T'ey give 'im a blood transfusion t'fois' night 'e was inneh an' Ma sezzeh watchin' 'im f'obsehvation a'sump'n." "I hope 'e's gonna be awright," exhales Alice. "He's awrways been good t'me. He gimme a job t'eh, when I was jus' a kid, didn' know what it was awlabout, an'nee showed me what it was awlabout." "What IS," propounds Sally, with a glance at her seatmate, "it awlabout?" "I uset'a t'ink I knew," shrugs Alice. "Now I -- guess I didn' know what anyt'ing was awlabout afteh'rawl. But anyways, I hope Unca Frank's awright." "Yeh," agrees Sally.)

Land-based Liberator bombers, intensifying the two-way drive on the Philippines, battered the big port of Davao without opposition in daylight Monday, it was disclosed today as American forces virtually completed their conquest of the stepping stone islands east and south of the Philippines. The Tokyo radio indicated that the Japanese fear a landing by the Americans in the Philippines is imminent. More than 50 Liberators out of the Far Eastern Air Force carried out the attack on Davao, showering 120 tons of bombs on airdromes, supply, and personnel installations.

("Ye know," says Uncle Frank, flopping the paper down on the bed, "thar's gonnarbe a big boom in this waar surploos after th' warr. Ye mark me warrds. Oi've ahllready got some feelars oot t'get in aahn that. Oi'm sure there'll be lootsa -- uh -- ploombin' s'plies I can pick oop far cheap." "Well," sighs Ma, "we bettar get soomthin' gooin'. This haaaspital doon't charge fifty cents'a noit." "Oh," chuckles Uncle Frank, "Oi'm naaaht worried aboot that. Th' bill will get paid." "Yaaaar naaaht," frowns Ma, "plannin' t'put that fool Inky Quinlan ahhn th' case." "Oh, perish th' thaaat," snickers Uncle Frank.)

The Office of Price Administration has begun an investigation into the manufacture and sale toys, in an effort to insure fair prices for all for the coming Christmas season. Investigators intend to devote special scrutiny to new product lines introduced to replace those discontinued due to the war, particularly those replacing metal construction with imitation wood or cardboard. Examiners at a special conference held yesterday at the OPA headquarters in the Empire State Building also indicated there will be a seasonal investigation of the luggage, radio, and jewelry trades.

Some degree of work on the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel, construction of which was halted by the war in September of 1942, could be resumed as soon as the Government issues its OK, and the project could be under construction again at full speed within three months of that approval. An inspection of the work site by the New York Tunnel Authority reached that conclusion after the Authority applied to the War Production Board to permit the manufactue of 790 tons of bolts, nuts, and washers needed for the project, as mentioned by Mayor LaGuardia in his Sunday broadcast. All other material needed to resume work on the tunnel is on hand and ready for use.

("Yeah, but Jerry Colonna's still funnier.")

(So you're saying Mr. Parrott is Rickey's shill? That's mean. It's true, but it's still mean. Oh, and ask him for a new headshot of Leo. He's put on a lot of weight since 1938.)

(Abbot & Costello? Hmph. Whatever became of Olsen & Johnson?)

(Well, at least he doesn't throw bricks.)

(Every successful gambler has a system.)

("Well, define 'spy.'")

(You can never put one over on A GAS STATION ATTENDANT!)

("Hmph! A bowl of chili? Well, better'n nothing.")

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

And you thought they'd forgotten.

Tommy Dorsey smokes reefers? Krupa I can believe, but TOMMY DORSEY??? Anyways, Pat wasn't aiming for your nose, she just couldn't take those ridiculous sideburns.

You really like this, don't you Tracy?

"Smells in heeh," sighs Joe, glancing around the crowded interior of the bouncing, rattling truck for the source of the particular aroma. "Hmph," hmphs the Corporal. "You ain't no fragrant flowuh yo'self."

That's it, kid. Perky optimism.

Everyone scores a lucky shot now and then.

Have another donut, Sarge.

Well, hey, it's a long war and life is short.

"We're going to sneak out to the car without Mama. Give us a half an hour lead time before you let on."

New assistant, Mr. Willard?

 

[Fading Fast]

It's going to be sad but also interesting to see how the public reacts to the Battle of the Bulge as it is already tasting victory.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Vanilla syrup!" sighs Ma. "It's waaarth ye loife t'get that stoof as it is, an' 'eer they goo spreadin' it aaahl ovarr th' street." "Oh, whoi didn't ye say ye needed vanilla syrup," offers Uncle Frank, still pale after his hospital stay. "Oi can get'chee vanilla syrup. Oi know a man handles a whool loine a' syrups an' essences oot in Far Rockaway." "''Zit any goood?" queries Ma. "Ye should taste 'is Scotch flavarred syrup," chuckles Uncle Frank. "Been usin' it farr years. Nivvar had a coostomar complain yet." Ma's eyes narrow, as Uncle Frank pats his pockets in search of something he does not find. "If ye lookin' far thim cigars ye had stored in ye suit," scowls Ma, "ye can keep lookin' 'til kingdoom coom." "Ohhh, now Nora," pleads Uncle Frank. "Now Nora noothin'," snaps Ma, slapping her hands down on the counter. She sees Uncle Frank's eyes wandering to the cigar case. "Annnn' DOON'chee be gattin' noo ideaars aboot raidin' me stock," Ma thunders, holding up a small key and dropping it ceremoniously into her budge. "Oi'm keepin' thaat case under laaahck 'n key, an' ye'll naaht be gettin' insoide. An' if ye get any oidears aboot pickin' that laaahck, Oi got me hairpins hid away wharr ye'll not foind 'em." A bead of sweat trickles down Uncle Frank's forehead as he glances toward the door. "An' THAT'll do ye noo good," proclaims Ma. "Oi went aaahl oop an' down th' whool neighbarhood, an' ahhl th' way oop t' Bedfarrd Avenarr boi ye office, an' Oi told every shopkeepar not t'sell ye no cigars. Yaaar gonna do as the doctarr tells ye an' yaar goona loike it." Uncle Frank slumps down on his stool. "Can't Oi just SNIFF one?" "Go ask ye friend in Far Rockaway," snickers Ma. "Maybe'ee's gaaaht cigar-flavarred syrup.")

A great tank battle, perhaps the biggest of the European invasion, was resumed today on the flat plains northwest of Dieuze, as gunners of the American Third Army knocked out at least 130 German tanks during their drive toward the Siegfried Line. Despite heavy losses, the Germans were reported to be fighting viciously in an effort to halt the full-scale American armored advance on the Siegfried Line, now only 25 miles away.

Nineteen New York uniform manufacturers and wholesalers face Federal lawsuits for violating Office Of Price Administration regulations. The manufactuers are accused of charging Navy and Merchant Marine sailors up to $45 each for uniforms made to retail for $28, and while the firms are not charged with violating ceiling-price laws, they are accused of failing to keep proper price records documenting base prices charged in March of 1942. Complaints from sailors argued that the prices of uniforms now stands 20 to 50 percent ahead of the March 1942 scale. The Navy, which discourages enlisted men from purchasing tailor-made uniforms, but does not outright prohibit the practice, says that it understands such uniforms are now priced between $30 and $40. Temporary restraining orders have been issued barring the firms from selling Navy or Merchant Marine uniforms for five days after service while the case is investigated.

("Huh," huhs Sally. "Gettaloada t'is. 'Magine woikin' inna city, not havin' t'ride 'is damn train ev'ry day." "Meh," mehs Alice. "I do'wanna woik in no awffice. B'sides, I'm a supehviseh. T'ey ain' putt'n me back on no line." "Yeh," sighs Sally, "I do'wanna woik in no awffice neit'eh, bawsses chasin' ya aroun,' pinchin' ya backside. Had enuffa t'at at Woolwoit's. An'n ev'n'if t'ey put me awn assembly, who knows what kin'a supehviseh t'ey got t'eh. Prob'ly an'oteh Mildred Kelly?" "Hm," hms Alice. "She still at Sperry's?" "I hope so," snickers Sally. "She an'nat Miss Kaplan d'soive each ot'eh." They ride on for a time in silence. "Sal," ventures Alice, "whatta you gonna do afteh t'wawr?" Sally measures her thoughts. "I dunno," she sighs. "I really dunno.")

(Abbot & Costello playing Loew's Met? Eatcha hearts out, Olsen & Johnson.)

("I can, though, and it stunk!")

(Thirty nine and a half games out with a week to go. Well, at least it's not forty.)

(Lisa spends a lot of time listening to "The Romance of Helen Trent," who is, incidentally, also over 35.)

("Due diligence.")

(Well, you'll probably get another chance.)

(Tomorrow on Page Four...)

("Wait, what's in the bowl?")

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Asked for his opinion, Mr. McCarthy cackled and replied "I TRIED TO WARN HIM!"

"Humblebrag."

Tracy boxes every Saturday night at the Y.

NO MEANS NO

"Will you want your food tasted? Promise I'll do a good job!"

"They'll look raaaht purty with mah knob toed yaller shoes!"

"Sure, that's it."

"Just remember to keep up on the tax bills! Abyssinia!"

"Welp, time to stow away on another plane!"

"I sympathize, kid." -- Diego Rivera.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

WHY AIN'T YOU BUMS IN THE ARMY!

 

[LizzieMaine]

("You gonna lissen t''t' Pres'dent t'night?" queries Sally. "Oughta be a good one." "Ehhh," ehhs Alice. "You know I do'n like politics. I neveh even voted." Sally gapes with astonishment. "Whattaya mean ya neveh even voted??" she gasps. "How c'n'ya live innis country an' neveh even vote?" "I dunno," shrugs Alice. "Jus' neveh got aroun' to it. An' bsides now, I ain' allowed t'vote." Sally's eyes widen. "Whassatmean?" she questions. "Of COU'ESE y'allowed t'vote! On'y people AIN'T allowed t'vote innis state is if ya ain' a citizen, awr if y'ra convicted FELON." "Um," ums Alice, realizing the door she's opened, "yeh, um, din'cha know? I mean -- um -- I dunno if -- uh -- I'm a citzen awr not. Yeh, t'at's it. See, um, whenney foun' me onna Fulton Street L nobody knew who my fam'ly was, awr weh t'ey come fr'm, awr if I was bawrn' innis country a'nawt. See? So -- uh -- I can't -- um -- prove I'm a citizen, so I ain' allowed t'vote. Yeh!" "T'at's t'stupides' t'ing I eveh hoid of," frowns Sally, folding her arms. "Lissen, me'n you awr gonna absentee fr'm woik one day nex' week an' we'eh gonna straight'n'is out. We'eh gonna go t' t'at home you was in an' tawk t't'em sistehs, an' we'eh gonna go t' Borra Hawl an'na Healt' D'pawrtm'nt, an' awla t'em places an' we'eh gonna fin' out 'zackly what's goin' awn an' we'eh gonna make it so you c'n vote." "But -- uh -- " sputters Alice. "We can't absentee fr'm woik, t'ezza wawr on!" "T'ezza wawr on so YOU c'n vote!" snaps Sally. "We'eh jus' gonna cut out t'middle man." "Yeh," exhales Alice. "What?" demands Sally. "Nut'n....")

The son of former police Lieutenant Cuthbert Behan is believed to be a prisoner of war in Germany, according to a shortwave radio report from Berlin picked up by a Manhattan radio listener who passed the message on to the elder Behan, who now operates a bar and grill on Court Street. Army Air Force Lt. Cuthbert J. Behan Jr. was reported in a War Department telegram received by his parent to be missing in action, but his name was subsequently given in the German broadcast listing the names of American war prisoners.

Those homes in Nassau County that have been without power since last week's hurricane should see their electricity restored by Monday or Tuesday of next week, according to a statement from the Long Island Lighting Company. Company President Edward F. Barrett noted that all major repair work is complete, and the company will now concentrate on restoring power to isolated sections and individual homes that remain without service.

All German laws giving authority to the Nazi Party in Allied-occupied portions of Germany have been formally abolished by the Allied Military Governments now in operation, as have all Nazi edicts enforcing racial discrimination and all laws protecting the Nazi flag, symbols, insignia, and uniforms. The military government has seized all funds, property and equipment belonging to the Nazi Party, but Nazi officials in administrative roles have been compelled under penalty of death to remain at their jobs until they can be replaced. German civilians have been ordered to surrender all firearms and radio transmitting equipment, and all travel across borders is at the sole discretion of the Allied command.

(The Boys From Marketing are back from the war!)

("Stiff, clammy, and heavy." Well, that's kinda been the whole season, hasn't it?)

(Don Ameche, action star? Well, maybe, if you squint.)

(The Town Where No One's Happy.)

("Trust but veri -- oh, never mind.")

(Oooh, noir!)

(Well, that's that. NEXT STORY.)

(AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG is no stray mutt! Can I have some more?)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

The stickup boys are back from the war too.

"Is that fair??? I couldn't get a cab!"

"For better or for worse" is relative when you're married to Wilmer Bobble.

You're way out of your league, Dunk.

Create a need and fill it.

"Um, you've forgotten all about Lana Lonigan, right?"

"I'm from the Treasury Department. You ARE planning to declare the value of those jewel-encrusted iron cats, aren't you? Yeah, those. The stuff that dreams are made of."

Annie, you little Wobbly you.

"Oh no, grandmother -- he's strictly a mouldy figge."

"You ready to make a break for it, wrinkles? Because I'm ready to make a break for it!"

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

A gentler time.

 

[Fading Fast]

Alice gonna have some splainin to do.

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"Don Ameche, action star? Well, maybe, if you squint."

You'll get no argument from me about Ameche, but he's pretty good here as the aloof flight commander in a by-the-numbers but entertaining enough WWII propaganda movie about the Battle of Midway.