The Era -- Day By Day

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"There is no Osburne." Not anymore, anyway...

WARNING: All guests will be frisked for axes, roasting pans, and basters at the door.

Well, that'll take care of the fleas....

"Phew!"

Isn't it always the way?

"Of course it's mine! Look, a photo of Bim's money!"

Your grandchildren will sell that tie on eBay for $200.

Curly black hair? Check. Lieutenant Commander's stripes? Check. C'MON MILT WE KNOW IT'S PAT.

Enjoy it while you can, Pop.

Hero Cabbie Leonard Weinberg has really let himself go.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

"Um, uh, I was told I would get to meet Miss Rheingold..." -- Chas. Butterworth.

 

[Fading Fast]

Kudos to Jane Corby for getting the review of the classic "Keys of the Kingdom" right in real time.

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"Very hard!" -- Mary throws self in front of plane, Dan Dunn returns here on Monday.

I'd be good with that as, at this point, "Mary Worth" has become painful.

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How is this even possible in 1944?

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Ohhh, yes," nods Uncle Frank. "We boosted oot what we had left in th' waaarehoose from that run we doon laaast yearrr when th' liquor shortage was gooin' ahhhn. Oi anticipate we'll moove it aaahl oot." "Doon't help me noon," sighs Ma. "Used th' laaaasta that joog'a Coca-Cola syrup t'day. Now Oi ain't even goot that t'sell." "Hm," hms Uncle Frank. "Coca Cola syrup." "Oh, now Francis," eyerolls Ma. "Ye doon't think ye can make..." "How haaard c'n it be?" shrugs Uncle Frank. "Wharr ye goin' t'get th' sugar?" challenges Ma. "Oi know whar I can get a fifty gallon droom'a caaarn syrup," replies Uncle Frank. "Fellar ovar in Jarrrsey troyed t'sell it to me when we had th' still goin'. He moit still have it." "Caaaaaarn syrup!" erupts Ma. "Oi'll be booond, ov aaaahl th' fool ideeears." "Hmm," hms Uncle Frank. "It just moit waaark. Doon't wait oop farr me, Nora, Oi'm aaahf t' Tenafly!" "Bloody caaabog," sighs Ma, watching him go...)

("Whatcha t'ink, Siddy," queries Alice, holding up the paper. "Lotta t'ings we c'n do t'marra night. Sal says we oughta do it up brown, y'know, really have us a big time." "Neh," shrugs Krause. "I know," sighs Alice. "S'posteh be cold an' y' fraid t'leave t'at berleh. But I t'ought'a t'at, OK? Frank Leary owes me a faveh. What if I have him c'moveh'reeh an' tend t'berleh so we c'n go out an', you know, celebrate our annehvoisehry." Krause blinks, considering the possibility. He glances down at Willie for an opinion. "Yeh," nods the boy. "Yeh," nods Krause. "Yeh," grins Alice....)

(Shift Change at Western Electric...)

(See, Ma? You got nothing to worry about. Or should that be "si?")

(Howie is well on his way toward securing the title of Most Wholesome Dodger, left vacant since they shipped Fitz out. And with the racetracks closing, it's nice that Dressen has found something productive to do.)

(The goose is wondering if he could sign up with Sandy's agent and get out of this mess.)

("I do hope eet eez not my draft notice." "What?" "Nozzing.")

("And if you don't mind I need to change out of this stupid costume! These britches are cutting off my circulation!")

("But aside from that, I could really use a pair of galoshes.")

(AMERICAS NUMBER ONE HERO DOG URGES YOU TO WASH YOUR SINS AWAY)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News!

"Scoundrel! Blackguard! Mountebank! Those are MY eyebrows!" -- John L. Lewis.

Voice Of The People!

PAAAAAAATRICK!!!!!!!!

Ever see "The Man Who Came to Dinner?"

"I TRIED tucking it into my sweater -- but it BURNS!"

Well then, she shouldn't be hard to find...

"Now wait a minute. What about ME? And what's that GOOSE doing in the office??" -- Sandy.

"And whatever you do, don't bang on their radiator again!"

Speaking of stinks...

Careful, Flit is hard to come by right now.

 

[Fading Fast]

It's a shame to see a fine actor like C. Aubrey Smith reduced to doing ads late in his career. (Did you already note this, Lizzie, I have a faint memory that you did?)

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But I t'ought'a t'at, OK? Frank Leary owes me a faveh. What if I have him c'moveh'reeh an' tend t'berleh so we c'n go out an', you know, celebrate our annehvoisehry."

Can't see anything going wrong with this plan.

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The goose is wondering if he could sign up with Sandy's agent and get out of this mess.

"It's a tough market for us comicstrip thespians these days, but give me a call, kid, and I'll see what I can do for you. I'm just spitballing here, but can you play other fowl? A call went out a little over a week ago for partridges who could affect a Chinese accent - odd, but they needed a dozen actors in a hurry."

From off stage: "Excuse me, 'thespians?'"
Sandy: "Shut up!"

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PAAAAAAATRICK!!!!!!!!

And the Dragon Lady not far behind!!!!!!

 

[LizzieMaine]

What impresses me even more there is that H&H got Harpo Marx to play Baby New Year. Perfect casting!!

I wonder if Hu Shee is going to show up alongside the DL?

 

[LizzieMaine]

("I ain't seein' Joe around any moeh," sighs Sally. "I haddis dream I tol'ya 'bout las' week, an' since'en I ain't seein' 'im roun' like I was, onna subway an' places, y'know? An' -- well, t'at bot'ehs me." Dr. Levine raises her eyebrows and her pencil simultaneously. "How so?" she prompts. "Well," sighs Sally, "maybe t'at means I'm -- well, maybe t'at means I'm gett'n used t'wim bein' gawn." "That does happen," acknowledges Dr. Levine. "You ain't married," sighs Sally. "Awrya?" "I was," acknowledges Dr. Levine. "My husband died just about a year ago." "Oh." replies Sally. "C'n I ask ya? How long'd it take f'you t'stawp seein' 'im around?" Dr. Levine is silent for a long moment. "Docteh?" prods Sally. "Your husband," sighs Dr. Levine, "isn't dead. And there's a very good chance that by this time next year he'll be home again." "Yeh," sighs Sally. "But maybe -- well, maybe he won't be t'same." "Maybe," ventures the doctor, "YOU won't be the same." "Neh," dismisses Sally, "me, I'm awrways t'same." "No you're not," maintains Dr. Levine. "You're not the same now as you were when you first came to see me. And you won't be the same a year from now. People change as time goes on." It's now Sally's turn to remain silent. "What if," she finally replies, "I don' wanna?" "It's not really," observes the doctor, "up to you." Sally exhales and stares at the yellowed ceiling of the examination room. "Happy New Yeeh, Doc," she sighs. "Happy New Year, Mrs. Petrauskas," nods the Doctor....)

Hundreds of retail butcher shops remained closed yesterday, chiefly because they had no meat to sell, and it seemed likely that the city's near-meatless status will continue into next week. Conferences in Washington between Director of Economic Stabilization Frederick Vinson and representatives of cattle raisers brought no hopeful developments, while spokesmen for butchers here pointed out that even if substantial quantities of beef arrive here over the weekend -- an unlikely possibility -- distribution of such stocks would not reach the consumer until next week. It is predicted that better grades of beef may become more plentiful over the first three months of 1945, but pork is expected to remain in short supply.

(Hey Dix, if you run into Terry and Pat, tell 'em we say hi.)

("'Tis is gonna be swell!" exults Alice, as Uncle Frank peels off his overcoat and Krause squints into the mirror as he adjusts his World's Fair necktie. "Olsen an' Johnson!" she continues. "T' Winteh Gawrden! Whe'd'jee get t'ese tickets, anyway," "Ooooh," demurs Uncle Frank, "yoou know..." "Inky Quinlan didn' have nut'n t'do wit' it," frowns Alice, holding the ducats up to the light. "Didee?" "Oh no," assures Uncle Frank. "You goo out an' have a good toime," he directs, "an' doon't waarrry aboot th' boilarr. Me an' young Willie here got it aaaaahn oondar control, isn't that so?" "Yeh," nods Willie. "Yeh," nods Krause, as the celebrants make for the door...")

("Hey!" heys Bink Scanlan, turning over the final page of the Eagle. "T' funnies! T'eh missin'!" "Don' goo messin with thim papaars," scolds Ma, "'nless ye plan t'buy one." "Real swinldeh you awr," mutters Bink. "Sellin' a five cent papeh wit' no funnies in it!" "An' don't think," frowns Ma, "oi didn't see ye slippin' thim Tums in ye paaaahcket!" "When ya gettin' in moeh choon' gum?" mopes Bink, returning the roll to the display box. "Naaaaaaht soon enoof far you!" snaps Ma. "Happy New Yeeh," sighs Bink. "Hmph!" hmphs Ma....)

 

[Fading Fast]

Well that's odd - being a Sunday and all - the archives are just missing today's?

TBH, as long as the Daily New's has its, that's what matters as the Eagle's page is almost painful.

 

[LizzieMaine]

"Some celebration," sighs Joe, punching a hole in a can of GI beer. "Ain' got t'wuhhry none bout th' beeuh bein' waawrm," shrugs the Corporal. Joe takes a sip and sighs. "Me'n Sal useta have a swell time New Yeeh's Eve," he recalls. "We'd go t' Roselan'. At's a big dance hawl, see -- ack'chlly, t'ez two'v'm. T'ez one in Brooklyn, an'neh ot'eh oveh'rn inna City t'eh. Usual we'd go't'one in Brooklyn, but, you know, sometimes t'e'd be, you know, Benny Goodman a'somebody upta ot'eh one, an' we'd go t'eh, do some steppin'. Sal's a great danceh, y'know, jus' like float'n awn aieh. An'nen, y'know, we'd get tiehd, an' we'd jus' we'd wawk down Broadway, y'know, see what was goin' awn in Time Squaeh t'eh, but'cha know what t'swelles' t'ing is t'eh? Mayfloweh Donut Shawp. Brawdway n' Foeht'y-Fit'. T'ey gawt t'is windeh, see? Facin'a street? An' ya c'n stan'neh awna sidewawlk an' wawtch awla donuts float'n by inna hot grease. I'm tellin'ya, I could wawtch'at awl night." "I dunno bout'choo, Brooklyn," snickers the Corporal. "But'choo awright. Happuh New Yeeuh to yuh." Joe raises his can in response. "Afteh t'wawr, you come t'New Yawrk," he proposes. "Y'll see some sights..."

Victory in '45!

"Hmph," hmphs Mozelewski. "Look at'eh standin'eh," snorts Miss Kaplan, "like one'a t'em Ee-gyptians. An' she awta have a ruffle aroun'a -- well, t'ain'a neckline, zackly, but she awta have a ruffle 'round it!" "Hmph!" hmphs Mozelewski. "If y'd put a ruffle 'roun' MY neckline," fumes Miss Kaplan, "we'da WON'nat contes' las' summeh!" "HMPH!" hmphs Mozelewski, getting up to find another seat. "Happy New Yeeeh!" calls Miss Kaplan in his wake...

SO LET'S JUST STAND HERE TALKING ABOUT IT

You know who else was great? Bill Slagg was great. We never hear anymore about Bill Slagg. But he sure was great.

Children bring joy wherever they go.

The zeal of the convert.

Yes, but how about all those ration stamps you've got down your decolettage? And Mr. King is really feeling the season.

They grow up so fast...

And finally...

It all went by so quick.

 

[Fading Fast]

The Pat-Terry reunion feels a bit flat right now, but I think it will pick up as they get into the mission.

Somehow, I don't think it will be all hugs and kisses from the Dragon Lady when she sees Terry again as that's just not her way. It will be interesting to see how Caniff handles that.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Well that's odd - being a Sunday and all - the archives are just missing today's?

TBH, as long as the Daily New's has its, that's what matters as the Eagle's page is almost painful.

It's possible the comics were physically cut out of the bound volume before it could be microfilmed. There were "collectors" who used to do this in the sixties and seventies, and you'll still see those loose pages on eBay for beaucoup bucks. Even Mary Worth pages!

 

[LizzieMaine]

The Pat-Terry reunion feels a bit flat right now, but I think it will pick up as they get into the mission.

Somehow, I don't think it will be all hugs and kisses from the Dragon Lady when she sees Terry again as that's just not her way. It will be interesting to see how Caniff handles that.

"First String Team of Chinese Guerillas" -- Connie, Stoop, Dr. Ping, and Hu Shee? And even though he isn't Chinese, throw in Cap'n Blaze too.


I wonder if Terry and the DL will have a dance for old times sake?

 

[Fading Fast]

"First String Team of Chinese Guerillas" -- Connie, Stoop, Dr. Ping, and Hu Shee? And even though he isn't Chinese, throw in Cap'n Blaze too.


I wonder if Terry and the DL will have a dance for old times sake?

I really hope Hu Shee comes back - she was a cool character.