The Era -- Day By Day

[Fading Fast]

"He gets oot," sighs Uncle Frank, "in 1947."

Perfect.

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"How jejune." -- Ignatius J. Quinlan.

Also perfect.

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More to the point, though, why are you dressed like a Hollywood agent?

Before business attire morphed into biz-casual/all casual, I believe the expression was "dress for the job you want."

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Aaaahl roit," exhales Ma. "Let's goo oovar this again." "Yes'm," nods Bink Scanlan. "If weee're goin' t'convince these Coca-Coola people t'drop th' chaaarges," Ma continues, "we gaaaht t'get th' story straight. Faaaar th' laaaaaast toime now, yaaar name is Sally Petrauskas." "Riiiiiight," nods Bink. "An' yaaaar marrried t' Joseph, who's a Technician Fifth...oh, nivver moind that, he's a caaaarporal. Caaarporal Joseph Petrauskas." "Riiiight," affirms Bink. "An' he's ovaaarseas foitin' aaahn th' froont loines in Fraaance. Draaaaafted away froom'is woife an' little garrrl. An' yaaaaar waaarkin' t'keep oop hoose an' hoom faaaar th' telephone coomp'ny oot in New Jaaarsey, in a fact'ry makin' radio tubes." "She does'at?" marvels Bink. "Ain'nat sump'n. Radio tubes." "Ahhl roit," nods Ma, "now you give it back t'me. What's ye name?" "Sally," hesitates Bink. "Ummm, Sally Petrovich?" "Petrauskas." "Petrovich is easieh t'say," shrugs Bink. "Joos DOO LOIKE OI TELL YE!" fumes Ma. "Now what's yaar hoosband's name, an' where is he?" "Ummm," searches Bink, her gum parked thoughtfully in her cheek, "Ummmm, Johnny Pestrauski, an' he's a -- um -- technical cawrpr'l..." "Oi give oop," groans Ma, as the door jingles open. "It's aaaahl set, Nora," declares Uncle Frank. "Oi gaaaht soombody t'be yaaar lawyer." "Oi thaat'chee said ye couldn't foind..." begins Ma. "No, no, he's not an ACT'CHAL lawyarrr," admits Uncle Frank. "Boot when we goo in, he'll goo with oos, see, an' 'eel LOOK loike a lawyaaar. He's aaahn 'is way ovaaar now." Ma's scowl deepens. "It bettar naaaht be..." She trails off as the door opens again. "Ahhhhhh there, Mrs. Leary," beams Ignatius J. Quinlan, his teeth gleaming beneath his immaculate and lawyerly moustache. "OI GIVE OOOP!" roars Ma.....)

("An' stawrt by tradin'at Rickey t'Pittsboig," growls Sally. "An' get Petey back!" "Din'choo say Petey's a yeeh oldeh'rn you?" notes Alice. "Yeh," nods Sally. "I read inna Who's Who In Basebawl. So what?" "How ol' you gonna be in 1947," queries Alice. "Um, t'oity foueh," calculates Sally. "So what?" "T'at means Petey'll be t'oity five," observes Alice. "Ain'nat kinda old f'ra secon' baseman?" "He still ain' as old as Billy Hoiman," snaps Sally. "So shuttup!" "What if t'ez somebody come along youngeh?" challenges Alice. "Tommy Brown, f'zample. He's on'y 16. 1947 he's gonna be -- eighteen?" "Too young!" replies Sally. "Can't stay up late f'night games!" "Good pernt," acknowledges Alice, knowing when an argument can't be won...)

(It just isn't the same since Orphan Annie went off the air...)

(Won't somebody think of the horses?)

(The "pick up artist" movement has deep roots...)

("How hideous. Hope you kept the receipt.")

(It's easy if you know how!)

("Don't blame me," shrugs Uncle Frank. "Ye just can't get th' molasses!")

(AND TRY SWIMMING WITH A DISLOCATED CLAVICLE!)

 

[LizzieMaine]

"Hey bud," greets Jimmy Leary, addressing a furtive looking gentleman standing on the corner of Rogers Avenue and Maple Street. "Gotta smoke?" "How many y'need?" smirks the gentleman, reaching into his coat. "Let's us have a tawk," interjects Danny Leary, emerging from a doorway. "Yeh," nods Jimmy, taking the gentleman by the elbow. "Let's have a tawk." "Private like," adds Danny, his hand slipping into his coat pocket....

"I must admit though, I do appreciate the salutes when I come into the bedroom."

War is heck.

And he wandered off into the jungle, never to be seen or heard from again...

I didn't know Pop was religious, but I guess there are no atheists in candy stores.

That explains why the card says "Rest In Peace."

Sea water freezes at a little over 28 degrees, which suggests you won't have too long to worry about it...

There are no shadows so shadowy as Harold Gray's shadows....

"Oh. Well, that changes everything."

KIDS TODAY.

 

[Fading Fast]

"She does'at?" marvels Bink. "Ain'nat sump'n. Radio tubes."

Every now and then, I kinda like Bink.

I also love that even Ma knows putting Sally in front of Coke is not a good idea no matter from what angle you look at it. She's so sure of that, that she's willing to go through this with Binkadoo.

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"It's aaaahl set, Nora," declares Uncle Frank. "Oi gaaaht soombody t'be yaaar lawyer." "Oi thaat'chee said ye couldn't foind..." begins Ma. "No, no, he's not an ACT'CHAL lawyarrr," admits Uncle Frank. "Boot when we goo in, he'll goo with oos, see, an' 'eel LOOK loike a lawyaaar. He's aaahn 'is way ovaaar now." Ma's scowl deepens. "It bettar naaaht be..." She trails off as the door opens again. "Ahhhhhh there, Mrs. Leary," beams Ignatius J. Quinlan, his teeth gleaming beneath his immaculate and lawyerly moustache. "OI GIVE OOOP!" roars Ma.....

That is so perfect. Coke could so easily steamroll over these people if it wants to.

Also, I can see Allen Jenkins playing Ignatius J. Quinlan; the part is tailor made for him.

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So what is the offensive thing here? Sounds pretty on target for the times.

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"I must admit though, I do appreciate the salutes when I come into the bedroom."

"But I thought you said you tie both his hands to the headboard, so how does he salu....ohhhhh."

"That will be all, Sargent."

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I'm surprised they let "hell" make it through used this way.