The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

Yeah, well, they're lucky Mary Mandernach isn't their mother.

"Look, can we just wrap this up? The strike's over and I've got records to make!"

"Oh, come now Walt! Surely you didn't think ALL babies were left in baskets on doorsteps!"

And the funny thing is she looks nothing like Elaine Barrie.

"And now, for the troussseau..." HOLD IT RIGHT THERE.

And you didn't think Mr. Gray was capable of self-parody.

"Well, we BETTER find her. Custom-tailored uniforms cost money!"

Well this is taking a grim twist.

That's what you get for moving to Great Neck.

Priorities are priorities.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And finally...

Oh, nothing so crude.

 

[Fading Fast]

"T'ol' lady's awna rampage!"

"Good luck, Fatty,"

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Red rimmed eyes," sneers Sally. "'F I eveh get hold'v'im, t'ey ain' gonna be RED rimmed." "Hmm?" hmms Ma, her mind elsewhere. "Oh, t'be'surrrrre." "Hey," queries Sally, letting the paper flop down on the counter. "What's wit'choo? Eveh since I come in'eeh you been kinda jus' -- I dunno, float'n'aroun'." "'Ave Oi now?" shrugs Ma. "Ehh." Sally regards her mother thru narrowed eyes as the door jingles open to admit Bink Scanlan, who throws the bag on the counter and gives Sally a suspicious glance. "Thank'yee, Barbara," smiles Ma. "Bawrbara?" snickers Sally. "Whattaya t'ink," scowls Bink, "me mot'eh a cawlt me 'Bink?'" "Eveh knock oveh'r any police boxes?" glares Sally. Bink turns away from the conversation with a toss of her head. "Hey," she asks Ma, "is Fatty aroun'? I wan'net t'ask 'im sump'n." "Ah," nods Ma. "Mistarr Leary went oot t'lonch, oopta Toomey's, Oi think. 'E'll be back sharrtly. He's gaaaht a laaaht t'catch oop ahn since 'e's got hoom." Bink gives Ma the full up-and-down. "I bet he gotta good stawrt," she snickers. "THAT'S ENOOOF!" roars Ma, as Bink chortles her way to the door. Sally watches her departure with interest. "I dunno, Ma," she exhales. "Gawd knows I couldn' stan'nat Hops Gaffney when ya had HIM runnin' errands, but hirin'nat -- bobby soxeh?" "Ahh," dismisses Ma, "she's foine woonce ye get t'know'arr." "She kifed a packa gum jus' t'eh wit'out payin'," notes Sally. "Big as brass. Dinchoo see?" "Ahhh," chuckles Ma, "yoooth will have its fling." Sally stares at her mother for a long moment. "Ma," she finally queries, "what's got inta you?" "Ooooh," sighs Ma. "Noothin'.")

The destruction or wrecking of another 14 Japanese ships and 158 to 168 planes in and around Manila Bay by American carrier aircraft on Sunday was hailed today as another major preparatory step for an ultimate amphibious invasion of Luzon, capital island of the Philippines. A communique from the headquarters of Admiral Chester W. Nimitz stated that fighters, torpedo planes, and bombers from carrier task groups of the Pacific fleet blew up two destroyers, severely damaged a cruiser, and left 11 cargo carriers and tankers sinking or in flames.

("I dunno," exhales Sergeant Doyle, with a skeptical gaze at the cigarette. "I can still taste t'pencil shavin's." "Oi'll have th' boys add more molasses t'th' mix." "Yeh," nods Doyle, taking a final drag and stumping out the butt in the ashtray on the table. "Maybe some erl 'a cloves too. Knock down'at smell." "It's a haaard job stayin' within' me margin," sighs Uncle Frank. "Ye gaaaht noo oidear." "Yeh,' nods Doyle. "Neveh min'at, t'ough. What'd t'ol' lady say when ya come inna dooeh." "Ah," nods Uncle Frank. "Well, you know Nora." Doyle chuckles. "It's awl jake now though?" he inquires. "Oh yes," nods Uncle Frank. "My extended absence saaarved its parrpose. Oi b'lieve we may be soon headed farr -- a sarrtain soocial legitimacy." "You show me t'papehwoik," nods Doyle, "an' I'll give ya t'at letteh y'wawn't f'ya citizenship." "Yaaar a good man, Tommy," nods Uncle Frank. "Eh," shrugs Doyle. "I get by. So whe'd ya go, anyway?" "Oi told Nora," relates Uncle Frank, "I went doon'ta Wasshin'ton D. C. t'see a man aboot Aaaaarmy surploss. An' that's th' gaahd's aaahnest truth, Oi did exactly that. You remembar Lacky Coon'inham, used t'be in th' D'paaartment a' Markets? Well, he's waarkin noow farr th' Waaar Prooduction Baaard, y'see, an'eese gaaht c'necctions. Y'know what he told me? He says aftaaar th'warr ye'll be able to'buy Jeeps in boolk laaahts farrr fifty dollars apiece. Packed in crates, noo less! An' that's naaaht aahl. Gonns, radioos, ooovarcoats, boots, shoovels, aaaahl that Army stoof, farr pennies aaahn th' dollar. An' Oi'm gett'n in'on that aaahn th' groond flaaar. An' because ye'rr me friend, Thomas, Oi'm givin' ye an oppartunity to..." "Eh," ehs Doyle. "What would I do wit' a Jeep. Mavis don' like no convoitables, she wants I should get a sedan." "You think it ovarr, Tommy me boy," smiles Uncle Frank. "Aaand have anoothar cigarette...")

Two Democratic leaders in the House of Representatives, terming the Electoral College method of choosing a President "grotesque and outworn," have called for that system to be changed by Constitutional amendment. Representative Charles F. Lee of California and Chairman Eugene Worley of Texas, of the Presidential Elections Committee, declared that the Electoral College as it now exists does not accurately reflect public opinion as expressed thru the popular vote, and thus may result in "disenfranchisement of the people." The idea proposed by the two Congressmen would not abolish the Electoral College entirely, but would instead apportion electoral votes on the basis of a percentage of the popular vote rather than the present winner-take-all basis.

("Sal's still awl woiked up abou t'is guy Noel Cowehd," sighs Alice. "Y'know what she done? She sen'na cablegram t' London tellin' 'im 'e he likes t'float so much he oughta go float face down inna Gowanus. Y'know how much'at cawst?" "Neh," shrugs Krause, showing Willie how to tie an underwriters' knot in a lamp cord. "Twenny centsa woid!" marvels Alice "T'tell awff Noel Cowehd!" She leans back in her chair and shakes her head. "I remembeh one time Sal sen'na letteh tellin' awff Dorot'y Kilgallen, an' y'know what she gawt back? An autehgraph pitcheh!" "Heh," hehs Krause, watchign carefully as Willie tightens the screws over the wire's stripped ends. "I hope she don' get no autehgraph pitcheh'ra Noel Cawehd," says Alice. "Y'know how much it'd cawst t'go t' London an' push 'im awffa train platfarwm?" Krause looks up, considers the question, and exhales another "heh.")

The Eagle Editorialist anticipates that the Allies are heading toward a decisive winter campaign in Europe, likely to bring "cruel tests of the spirit and the physical stamina of men." But victory, as the Russian campaign showed, goes to the side with the resources and the spirit to master these obstacles.

The EE also endorses the Fire Department's city-wide campaign to end smoking by customers in all department and other retail stores. "Bearing in mind the disastrous Cocoanut Grove nightclub fire in Boston, he warns, "it is easy to imagine the havoc just one careless smoker could cause in any of the big stores along Fulton Street."

("If they are to beat anyone this year." That's the spirit!)

Former Dodger Luke Hamlin has been released by the Philadelphia Athletics to the Toronto Maple Leafs of the International League. The A's also announced a new working agreement with the Leafs for 1945, suggesting Luke may yet again be tossing his famous hot potato at Shibe Park.

(Look, if you're going to quote Latin legal phrases, at least make sense.)

("No, absolutely not," declines Raymond Massey. "I DON'T DO COMICS.")

(Jane holds the Eagle Comic Page record for the fifty-yard-heeled-dash.)

(Wow, Red's a real catch.)

(He knows about deer too, but we don't talk about that.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

"I say," chuckles Mr. Coward, fingering the cablegram just handed him by his manservant. "If you like to float so much, why don't you float face down in the -- ah -- Go-wan-us. Sincerely Mrs. Sally Pe-trau-skas, wife of a Brooklyn soldier.' Oh, how frightfully witty." Mr. Coward languidly lights a fresh cigarette, and turns to his valet. "Add this one to the queue," he directs. "And bring me a fresh stack of photographs, that's a good fellow..."

"PARROTT!" bellows Mr. Rickey, rattling the windows in the inner sanctum at 215 Montague Street. "Yes sir," gulps that minion, scuttling instantly into the office. "WHAT," the magnate demands, shoving a copy of the News across his desk, "is the MEANING of this?" "Well, sir," stammers Mr. Parrott, "a 'pass' is when you bet even money on the first... "I DON'T MEAN THAT!" explodes Mr. Rickey, his furious eyebrows bristling into full display. "WHAT is OUR MANAGER'S NAME doing entwined in the public prints in such a lurid tale of vice?" "Oh," ohs Mr. Parrott. "Well, sir, you see, Leo -- ah -- well, that is to say -- uh --" Mr. Parrott's soliloquy is interrupted by a buzz of the intercom. "Uh," uhs the voice of Jane Ann from the outer office. "Commissioner Landis for you, sir." Mr. Rickey blanches and reaches for the telephone. "My dear Judge," he smiles thru tightly clenched teeth, his finger jabbing at Mr. Parrott and the door. "ALWAYS a pleasure to speak with you, sir, a rare delight indeed...."

Of course the smartest thing to do for a woman who's being targeted by a criminal gang is put her before the public. Once again, DICK Tracy comes thru.

"Sure is a big furnace. Burns mighty hot too. Could burn up a lot of things in there, yes sir."

I Don't Want No More Of Army Life.

What could possibly go wrong?

"Lucky I'm not married to Wilmer. Oops, sorry. Thinking out loud."

All right, you two, GET A JOB.

As we have seen over the years, there are two overarching themes in "Harold Teen" -- the gradual maturing of Harold from a rattle-brained hepcat to a reasonably responsible adult, and the continuing sexual humiliation of his best friend. Somebody could write a fascinating paper about this.

Look, it makes perfect sense for it to cost less to repair one big hole than two small ones -- easier to weld, easier to sand, easier to paint. I DON"T SEE WHAT THE JOKE IS HERE.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And finally...

You know, I really would like to make it a Punjab Christmas this year.

 

[Fading Fast]

The EE also endorses the Fire Department's city-wide campaign to end smoking by customers in all department and other retail stores. "Bearing in mind the disastrous Cocoanut Grove nightclub fire in Boston, he warns, "it is easy to imagine the havoc just one careless smoker could cause in any of the big stores along Fulton Street."

As Lizzie says, "Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before...."

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I Don't Want No More Of Army Life.

Or when cosplay goes very wrong 1940s style.