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"We laaaast mooney in 1944," declares Uncle Frank. "It's roit tharrr ahn th' tax faaaarm." "Are ye SURE we're spoosta foile a joint retaaarn?" frowns Ma. "Yearr was aaaahlmoost ovarr boi th' toime we got married. Oi wish ye'd moind ye ooon business an' leave me t'moine. Oi been dooin' thim faaarms evaars since Mistarr Lieb retoired, an' Oi ain't in prison yet." "Trooost an expaaart," boasts Uncle Frank. "Whaaar warrr ye laast noit?" injects Ma. "Oh," ohs Uncle Frank. "Oi went ovarrr t'Bensonharrst, helped Sally with haaarrr taxes." Ma glares hard. "Ye BETTAAAAAAR NAAAAAHT have..." "Ev'rything was paaaaarfectly aboov baaard," reassures Uncle Frank. "Oi merely pointed oot a few -- dedooctions." "Oi got one choild in a prison camp," warns Ma. "Oi doon't want th' oothar woon goin' t' Alcatraz." "That'd nevarrr happen," argues Uncle Frank. "Ye surrrre a' that?" demands Ma. "Oi AM," affirms Uncle Frank "They doon't SEND women t' Alcatraz!"
I've often thought that Ma must have a big stash of cash or bonds that she bought with that cash, as she runs a small but active bookmaking business, which brings in a lot of profit that she, for sure, doesn't declare. She lives a very modest lifestyle, so what does she do with her money?
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"Master Brown is a fine clean-cut lad," declares Mr. Rickey. "A choice specimen of wholesome Brooklyn youth." "Yes sir," eyerolls Mr. Parrott. "Keep him away," warns Mr. Rickey, "from -- ah -- you know.." "Yes sir," sighs Mr. Parrott...

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"Hmph," hmphs Gypsy. "You could do better.""Hmph," hmphs Gypsy. "You could do better.""Hmph," hmphs Gypsy. "You could do better."
June must have listened to her sister as she and George never married.
BTW, the Nicoll story is so perfectly Page Four. Nothing spectacular, just a good walking in and catching people, who shouldn't be, naked. It happens a lot in the 1940s.
I've often thought that Ma must have a big stash of cash or bonds that she bought with that cash, as she runs a small but active bookmaking business, which brings in a lot of profit that she, for sure, doesn't declare. She lives a very modest lifestyle, so what does she do with her money?
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"Master Brown is a fine clean-cut lad," declares Mr. Rickey. "A choice specimen of wholesome Brooklyn youth." "Yes sir," eyerolls Mr. Parrott. "Keep him away," warns Mr. Rickey, "from -- ah -- you know.." "Yes sir," sighs Mr. Parrott...
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"Hmph," hmphs Gypsy. "You could do better.""Hmph," hmphs Gypsy. "You could do better.""Hmph," hmphs Gypsy. "You could do better."
June must have listened to her sister as she and George never married.
BTW, the Nicoll story is so perfectly Page Four. Nothing spectacular, just a good walking in and catching people, who shouldn't be, naked. It happens a lot in the 1940s.