The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

A musical about Butch? What a great idea!

Every time I think about putting up wallpaper, I have reason to reconsider.

From a guy getting run thru the breadbasket with a flagpole to the first reel of a 1937 screwball comedy. Never change, Mr. Gould, we love you exactly as you are.

"Sure wish Punjab showed me how to do that trick with the blanket..."

Coming next Sunday -- the zany adventures of Fishy the Fish!

YOU CHUMP.


"Mr. Wallet? We're from the Zoning Board."

Well, that and the fact that you graduated four years ago. Um, you did graduate, didn't you?

What happened, did the Dragon Lady cut this guy's tongue out too?

Bandit country? Imagine who we could run into!

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

Clip and save.

 

[Fading Fast]

The Copacabana agreed yesterday to replace its Manhattan nightclub license with a temporary six-month permit and to pay the city a total of $37,371.34 in business taxes, while leaving unresolved the question of whether purported slot-machine king Frank Costello is a part owner of the club. The payments are to be made in a series of installments, starting with a $10,000 payment yesterday, followed additional payments of $5000 per month until the debt is liquidated. Other provisions of the agreement include a pledge to dismiss from employment and not to reemploy certain specified persons known to have underworld ties.

Will they deduct the $27,200 Costello left in the cab from this business tax bill?

 

[LizzieMaine]

("I dunno'f Dewey had anyt'ing t'do wit'tit," declares Sally, "but I r'membeh t'em Social Justice joiks back aroun' t'oity-eight, t'oity-nine. Y'couldn' wawk downa street wit'tout'tm tryna shove t'at doity rag of a papeh in ya face. Hey, r'membeh when'nem Jehovahs haddat meet'n at Madison Squaeh Gawrden, an'nem Coughlins wen'nin'eh'r'n tried t'bust it up? An'awl'ey gawt was t'ehr'own heads busted in?" Awlem pitchehs inna Daily News wit'teh heads awl bandages? Soive'd'm right." "I was outta town'nen," sighs Alice. "Ya missed a lawt," sighs Sally. "I r'membeh one night t'eh, t'ey had t'em Goiman-American Bunds inna Gawrd'n'neh, ya reg'leh Nazis, right? An' Coughlins, an' awlem people. Joe says t'me, he says, 'you ain' gonna go up t'eh'r'n make no trouble awrya.'" "Didja?" queries Alice. "Who," snickers Sally, "me? I didn' t'row no bricks if t'at's whatcha t'inkin'." "I'm s'prised," shrugs Alice. "Seems like you'd..." "No," continues Sally, "I stayed home t'at night an' lissen't'a radio." "You kep' right out of it," marvels Alice. "Yep," nods Sally. "Awl I done was give Jimmy an' Danny two bucks anna brick apiece an' says 'use ya judgement.' Uncle Frank was kin'a soeh when'nee hadda go bail'm out, but he got ovehr'it." "Ah," nods Alice. "Yeh," nods Sally. "T'em two c'n be useful when'ney wanna be. S'a wondeh Ma don' putt'm t'woik inna stoeh." "T'at Flynn guy," comments Alice. "He ain' a Coughlin is 'ee? Din'ee us'teh be tight wit' t' Pres'dent?" "Ahhh, who knows," shrugs Sally. "Awl I know is, somebody otta t'row a brick at'tim." "Yeh," nods Alice. "Belgian pavin' brick." )

Owners of some 650 night clubs in metropolitan New York are suffering from the jitters today over the Police Department's action in withholding renewal of their licenses pending the outcome of seven separate investigations of their activities. So ramified is the probe declared to be that not one of the 1100 license holders in the city's $100,000,000 a year night-life industry assured of escaping the dragnet. Pending the outcome of the probe, police officials declared, the clubs may continue to operate under temporary extensions of their old licenses, similar to those granted those 450 cabarets whose licenses are due to expire next April 1st.

("Ahhh," sighs Ma, laying her book aside on the nightstand. "Jaaaahn Barrymoore." "Hmph," hmphs Uncle Frank, sitting on the side of the bed and kicking off his carpet slippers. "Ye never loiked 'im, didjee Francis?" queries Ma. "A praaancin' fop," snorts Uncle Frank. "Ahhhh, ye joost say that," scoffs Ma. "Remembarr that pitcharr 'Don Juan,' r'membarr when we went t'see that? An' Jahhn Barrymoore's oop thar sword-foightin' an' makin' loov t' Mary Astarrr." "I'da been moor impressed," Uncle Frank argues, swinging his legs into bed, "if 'eed'a doon 'em booth at th' same toime.")

(Carole Landis at Ebbets Field? Can she play second base?)

(What ever became of judgemental bank tellers?)

(SIGMUND JAKUCKI! SIGMUND JAKUCKI! SIGMUND JAKUCKI! YAAAAAAAAY BROWNS! MOIDEH T'EM CAWRDS! Oh, and nice job Dix.)

(Don't be smug Mary, it ill becomes -- oh, hell, whatever....)

(Fandango in the fifth WHERE? Look, if you're going to give racing tips, you've gotta be specific.)

(You know, it would have been so easy to find the antenna and just cut the wires...)

(Yeah, right.)

(Being America's Number One Hero Dog means you have to try harder...)

 

[LizzieMaine]

At the Germano home on Coney Island Avenue, Mrs. Germano glances up at her son. "Wheh ya goin' Frankie?" she inquires. "Wheh ya goin' awl slicked up?""Ebbets Feel," shrugs Frankie, pausing to smooth his hair. "Somebody I wanna meet."

NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT.

Actually, all he did was plug it in.

Well now! The last time we saw Sgt. Bloney he was skulking in a cave in Macedonia. Let him talk, I want to hear if he ran into Punjab.

Hmph. Running to school with your books closed? Goldbrick.

Yes, by all means, all crooks carry cards. It's the correct thing to do!

Mr. Clark is hanging around my neighborhood again.

Another troll from an entire family of trolls.

Sigh. What a swell role this would have been for Carole Lombard.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Somewhere in the wilds of Staten Island, Flannery the Cop wonders why HE doesn't get soap company kickbacks.

And finally...

So it isn't exacty Brooklyn in 1941, but in wartime you must take what you can get. GO BROWNS!

 

[PrivateEye]

(What ever became of judgemental bank tellers?)

Whatever happened to saving money? Most Americans live way beyond their means, nd that will catch up to us eventually!

 

[LizzieMaine]

Meanwhile, speaking of Brooklyn baseball, I was astonished this afternoon to be passed on the street by a man wearing a Bushwicks cap. If you are reading this, sir, give our regards to Dexter Park!