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Advertisement for Schlitz - ‘the Beer that made Milwaukee Famous’ (1951). Artwork by Dave Mink.
#vintage advertisement#1950s#schlitz#beer#milwaukee#dave mink#david mink#alcohol#drinking#wishing well#picnic#usa
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The Total Drama Characters if they are animals.
I’m doing a update to my animal au list, just for things
Hosts:
Chris McLean- Weasel
Chef Hatchet - Alligator
Blaineley - Fennec Fox
Josh - Labrador retriever
Don - Golden Eagle
Island/Action/World Tour Contestants:
Ezekiel: Opossum
Eva: Honey Badger
Noah: Aardwolf
Justin: Peacock
Katie: Meerkat
Tyler: Border Collie
Izzy: Red Panda
Cody: Mouse
Beth: Quinea Pig
Sadie: Chinchilla
Courtney: Jackal
Harold: Canadian Goose
Trent: Silver Fox
Bridgette: River Otter
Lindsay: English Cocker Spaniel
DJ: Deer
Geoff: Sea Lion
Leshawna: Brazilian Toucan
Duncan: Grey Wolf
Heather: Snow Leopard
Gwen: Corsac Fox
Owen: Panda
Sierra: Striped Skunk
Alehandro: Jaguar
Revenge Of The Island Contestants
Staci: Parrot
B: Elephant
Dawn: Owl
Sam: Sloth Bear
Brick: German Shepherd
Anne-Maria: Black Panther
Dakota: Flamingo
Mike: Mash Deer
Jo: Spotted Hyena
Scott: Red Fox
Zoey: Gazelle
Lightning: Zebra
Cameron: Rabbit
Pahktiew Island Contestants
Beardo: Bison
Leonard: Pangolin
Amy: Saluki
Samey: Saluki
Rodney: Moose
Ella: Squirrel
Topher: Black Footed Ferret
Dave: Abyssinian Cat
Scarlett: Rat
Max: Mole
Jasmine: Kangaroo
Sugar: Pig
Shawn: Amardillo
Sky: Cheetah
The Ridonculous Race contestants
Tammy - Tapir
Gerry - Cobra
Pete - Rattlesnake
Ellody: Mongoose
Mary: Beaver
Laurie: Alpaca
Miles: Goat
Jen: Ring Necked Parakeet
Tom: Hyacinth Macaw
Kelly: Mink
Taylor: Mink
Mickey: Chipmunk
Jay: Chipmunk
Lorenzo: Tazmanian Devil
Chet: Warthog
Rock: Striped Hyena
Spud: Sloth
Dwayne: Lion
Junior: Lion cub
Crimson: Hawk
Ennui: Vulture
Stephanie: Asian Rhinoceros
Ryan: African Rhinoceros
Carrie: Sheep
Devin: Dhole
Emma: Siamese cat
Kitty: Siamese cat
Jacques: Husky
Josee: Lyxn
Brody: Harbor Seal
Sanders: Doberman Pincher
MacArthur: Pitbull
Total Drama Island (2023) contestants
Caleb: Horse
Axel: Wolverine
Nichelle: Tiger
“Scary Girl” Lauren: Fruit Bat
Damien: Bat eared Fox
MK: Raccoon
Wayne: Reindeer
Raj: Emperor Penguin
Ripper: Spotted Skunk
Zee: Girafe
Chase: Coyote
Emma: Tabby Cat
Julia: Swan
Millie: Hippopotamus
Bowie: Crane
Priya: Indian Peafowl/Peahen
I just hope I do some fanart for their designs and maybe redraws too.
#total drama#total drama island#total drama revenge of the island#total drama pahkitew island#the ridonculous race#total drama reboot#total drama island 2023#headcanon#animals#animal AU#my ideas#writing#my writing
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omg i can't get this outta my head i have to write it out
so like- i'm just havin skyrim vids up in the background these past days cuz my nostalgia keeps dragging me back like every half a year or so, and like
imagine a Skyrim ESAU crossover
like my brain can't stop thinking of the reader being the dragonborn, and their champions find them when they absorb their first dragon soul- like- I'M HAVIN FUCKIN FLASHBACKS RN OF HOW I WENT AROUND SKYRIM WITH A BUNCH OF FOLLOWERS AND IT STRAIGHT UP FELT LIKE A RANDOM FAMILY WHERE HALF WERE PRACTICALLY TRYNA PUSH EACH OTHER OFF CLIFFS AND IT WAS GREAT dhfndhgdnghdfnghdfg
wukong and macaque would most definitely be from the tang mo (technically not present in normal skyrim- but like- apparently they do exist somewhere in the lore- so might as well think they both moved to skyrim-)
while mk would be more like half tang mo and half breton, or another human race. it'd be a fun time going through caves with giant spiders with him fhgnfhgnhfg
azure would probably be a of khajiit cuz you can kinda make khajiits look like lions- but like make him- yknow- a taller and more buff khajiit ig-
ao lie would probably be considered half argonian, but would actually be an ancient dragon disguised as half argonian- very much ironic when his master is the dovahkiin- also, free horse for your travels ig- easier access to going up 90° walls fhgnfhgfg
nezha would either be lookin like one of the human races OR an elven race cuz of the ears and special perks- cuz like, dunmer for example actually do have fire resistance and surround themselves in flames- though he ain't rly lookin like a dunmer ig? maybe more bosmer direction? but like he'd basically be one of the gods in disguise- maaaybe a daedric prince, but would be funnier to have one divine companion and one daedric companion lmao-
much like nezha, i was thinking red son would also be havin more of a dunmer perk, maybe havin somethin similar to a flame atronach body out of his disguise- but he'd most definitely be a daedric prince tho
mink would absolutely be like a random npc curse bound to some scroll the dragonborn finds in some tomb or somethin- imagine him being like that one random ass npc that pops up when you first take an item/the scroll
also what i mean by i've basically had to deal with this type of group before and it was hilariously amazing and i'm so gonna do it again next time i play skyrim again-
though, sadly didn't have the alduin mod that playthrough, so instead i had dave-
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I am cackling that you gave Duke a ferret but unironically, you wouldn't happen to have ideas for Dwight, Gloria, the Teagues, etc, would you....?👀👀
Yeah but you can't tell me that the visual of Duke swaggering around the Rouge with a mink wrapped around his neck isn't a good one
Dwight: African wild dog or spotted hyena
Gloria: crested porcupine
Dave: fancy rat
Vince: eastern gray squirrel
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TV Guide - August 18 - 24, 1962
William Lawrence Francis Cullen (February 18, 1920 – July 7, 1990) was an American radio and television personality whose career spanned five decades. His biggest claim to fame was as a game show host; over the course of his career, he hosted 23 shows, and earned the nickname “Dean of Game Show Hosts”. Aside from his hosting duties, he appeared as a panelist/celebrity guest on many other game shows, including regular appearances on I’ve Got a Secret and To Tell the Truth. (Wikipedia)
Betsy Palmer (born Patricia Betsy Hrunek November 1, 1926 – May 29, 2015) Actress known as a regular supporting movie and Broadway actress and television guest star, as a panelist on the game show I’ve Got a Secret. (Wikipedia)
Bess Myerson (July 16, 1924 – December 14, 2014) Politician, model and television actress who became famous in 1945 as the first Jewish Miss America. Myerson is the only Jewish woman to win the title.
A few years after hearing her speak at an ADL function, television producer Walt Framer hired Myerson for the 1950s game show The Big Payoff. She was the “Lady in Mink” modeling the grand prize mink coat, and introducing guests and prizes, throughout the 1951 to 1959 network run of the program. Recognized for her wit and hard work, as well as her beauty, in 1954 Myerson was a panelist on the game show The Name’s the Same and from 1958 through 1967 a panelist on I’ve Got a Secret. She regularly substituted for Dave Garroway on the Today Show. She was also a host of the television broadcast of the Miss America pageant from 1954 to 1968 (Wikipedia)
Henry Morgan (born Henry Lerner Van Ost Jr.; March 31, 1915 – May 19, 1994) American humorist. He first became familiar to radio audiences in the 1930s and 1940s as a barbed but often self-deprecating satirist; in the 1950s and later, he was a regular and cantankerous panelist on the game show I’ve Got a Secret as well as other game and talk shows. Morgan was a second cousin of Broadway lyricist and librettist Alan Jay Lerner. (Wikipedia)
Garry Moore (1916 - 1993) Entertainer, game show host and comedian best known for his work in TV.
He hosted The Garry Moore Show, and the game shows I’ve Got a Secret and To Tell the Truth. His Tuesday night variety show provided a break into show business for many performers, including Alan King, Jonathan Winters, Carol Burnett, and Dorothy Loudon. (Wikipedia)
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Cartoon as Animals (AU Thing) Part 3
Part 3 is now in.
Total Drama
Chris - Weasel
Chef Hatchet - Alligator
Beth - Quinea Pig
DJ - White Tailed Deer
Gwen - Black Panther
Geoff - Sea Lion
Lindsay - English cocker spaniel
Heather - Snow Leopard
Duncan - Wolf
Tyler - Bolder Collie
Harold - Canadian Goose
Trent - Tiger
Bridgette - River Otter
Noah - Aardwolf
Leshawna - Toucan
Katie - Meerkat
Sadie - Chinchilla
Ezekiel - Opossum
Cody - Mouse
Eva - Honey Badger
Owen - Giant Panda
Courtney - Jackal
Justin - Peacock
Izzy - Red Randa
Alejandro - Jaguar
Sierra - Striped Skunk
Blaineley - Fennel Fox
Jo - Spotted Hyena
Scott - Red Fox
Zoey - Gazelle
Mike - Marsh Deer
Lightning - Zebra
Brick - Germany Shepherd
B - Elephant
Dawn - Barn Owl
Dakota - Flamingo
Anne Maria - Florida Panther
Staci - Parrot
Cameron - Rabbit
Sam - Sloth Bear
Ella - Squirrel
Sky - Cheetah
Max - Mole
Dave - Abyssinian Cat
Leonard - Pangolin
Beardo - Bison
Amy and Sammy - Salukis
Jasmine - Kangaroo
Topher - Black Footed Ferret
Sugar - Pig
Scarlett - Rat
Rodney - Moose
Shawn - Amardillo
Don - Golden Eagle
Carrie - Sheep
Devin - Dhole
Kelly and Taylor - Minks
Kitty and Emma - Siamese Cats
Ennui - Vulture
Crimson - Hawk
Jay and Mickey - Chipmunks
Ryan and Stephanie - Rhinoceros
Josee - Snow Lyxn
Jacques - Siberian Husky
Brody - Chocolate Labrador Retriver
Dwayne and Junior - African Lions
Sander - Doberman Pincher
MacArthur - Pitbull
Chet - Warthog
Lorenzo - Tasmanian Devil
Jen - Ring Necked Parakeet
Tom - Hyacinth Macaw
Rock - Harbor Seal
Spud - Sloth
Laurie - Alpaca
Miles - Goat
Ellody - Mongoose
Mary - Beaver
Tammy - Tapir
Gerry - Cobra
Pete - Rattlesnake
6Teen
Jude - Black Footed Ferret
Nikki - Rabbit
Jonesy - Mexican Wolf
Jen - Bolder Collie
Wyatt - Canadian Red Deer
Caitlin - Leopard Cat
Stoked
Reef - Emperor Penguin
Fin - River Otter
Emma - Harbor Seal
Lo - Swan
Broseph - Sea Lion
Johnny - Cougar
Might do a part 4 if i can.
#animal au#animals#total drama island#total drama action#total drama world tour#total drama revenge of the island#total drama pahkitew island#total drama presents: the ridonculous race#the ridonculous race#6 teen#stoked#stoked tv serie#furry anthro#semi anthro#ideas#written
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ok here's a run down of every issue i own of film threat. all scattered about and with some annotation/notes/etc... maybe one day i'll have every issue to fill in these blanks, they put out issues six times a year when they were at it
1992
#3 April Oscars Issue, Scorsese cover, Brad Pit
#4 June "Roadside Prophets," John Doe/Ad Rock
#5 Richard Kern cover, "Return to New York," Is Transgression Dead? [1992 would easily be the hallmark year for the end of that specific era methinks. maybe. when kern got sober. and zedd died before he could mail me my copy of geek maggot bingo, god dammit! burn him down!]
#6 October Dale Cooper cover, Sam Raimi, Alison Anders
1991
#1 Winter "When Good Directors Start to Suck!," David Lynch cover
#2 Spring, Jim Morrison cover by Rick Morris, not much to note, the doors have always been and remain annoying and even more so boring to talk about.
1989
#22 Collector's Edition 5 Year Anniversary
#20 Karen Carpenter cover, Lydia Lunch, Dr. Caligari [women's issue, it says. very nice.]
#13 Glenn Barr cover, Charles Bukowski [grotesque], Sam Raimi
#18 Joker cover by Dave Higgins, Tom Waits, Mink Stole
#19 Clive Barker cover by JK Potter, Nick Cave, at-the-time unseen clive barker art of cenobites, etc...
1988
#14 Kenneth Anger, Jello Biafra, Hairspray review, DW Higgs cover
#15 Jello Biafra, Nick Zedd, Divine, NY Film Fest, Glenn Barr cover
#16 Rockets Redglare, Fassbinder, Rick Morris cover
#17 James Dean issue, Glenn Barr cover, Elvira, Fassbinder
1987
#12 Alan Moore, Harlan Ellison, Lung Leg, Rick Morris cover
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##Tracks escuchados en Breaking Bad.
Season One:
Gnarls Barkley, “Who’s Gonna Save My Soul”
Mick Harvey, “Out of Time Man”
Ticklah, “Nine Years”
In-Crowd, “Mango Walk”
Koop, “Koop Island Blues”
Clyde McPhatter, “You’re Moving Me”
Working For a Nuclear Free City, “Dead Fingers Talking”
Darondo, “Didn’t I”
The Motels, “Suddenly Last Summer”
The Silver Seas, “Catch Yer Own Train”
Season Two:
The Walkmen, “Red Moon”
The Be Good Tanyas, “Waiting Around To Die”
Nancy Sinatra, “It’s Such a Pretty World Today”
Alvin Red Tyler, “Peter Vendor”
Calexico, “Banderilla”
TV on the Radio, “DLZ”
Blue Mink, “Good Morning Freedom”
The Platters, “Enchanted”
Wang Chung, “Dance Hall Days”
The Outlaws, “Green Grass & High Tides”
Season Three:
America, “A Horse With No Name”
ZZ Top, “Tush”
Amboy Dukes, “Loaded For Bear”
Buddy Stuart, “In the Valley of the Sun”
Prince Fatty, “Shimmy Shimmy Ya”
The Association, “Windy”
Buddy Stuart, “Sun Shine On Me”
Stan Getz, “Lee”
Son of Dave, “Shake a Bone”
Beastie Boys, “Shambala”
Season Four:
Fever Ray, “If I Had a Heart”
El-P, “Flyentology (Cassettes Won’t Listen Remix)”
2 Live Crew, “Hoochie Mama”
Melani L. Skybell, “Days Like This”
Ana Tijoux, “1977”
Pretty Poison, “Catch Me I’m Falling”
Thomas Dolby, “Hyperactive!”
Pretenders, “Boots of Chinese Plastic”
Walter Wanderley, “Crickets Sing For Ana Maria”
Thee Oh Sees, “Tidal Wave”
Season Five:
The Doors, “The Crystal Ship”
Mack Owen, “Somebody Just Like You”
The Peddlers, “On a Clear Day You Can See Forever”
Knife Party, “Bonfire”
Queen, “Lily of the Valley”
The Monkees, “Goin’ Down”
Alan Parker + Alan Hawkshaw, “Clear Waters”
Duke Ellington, “Overture (Nutcracker Suite)”
Tommy James & The Shondells, “Crystal Blue Persuasion”
Nat King Cole, “Pick Yourself Up”
Bonus Tracks:
Alexander, “Truth”
Honey Claws, “Digital Animal”
Say Anything, “Baby Girl, I’m a Blur”
Danger Mose + Daniel Luppi (feat. Norah Jones), “Black”
Apparat, “Goodbye”
Fujiya & Miyagi, “UH”
Quartetto Cetra, “Crapa Pelada”
Timber Timbre, “Magic Arrow”
Los Zafiros, “He Venido”
Los Cuates de Sinaloa, “Negro y Azul”
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Masonry Monday: The Case of the Fugitive Nurse
Tensions between an unhappily married couple reach snapping point when the wife refuses to give her doctor husband a divorce. She’s accused of drugging his coffee, causing him to crash a plane he was flying. However, the husband later turns up alive with his nurse mistress.
Who’s Who
Perry Mason’s client: Janet Morris, a self-admitted shrew of a wife who refuses to give her husband a divorce until she meets his mistress
The victim: David Kirby, a good-for-nothing buddy of Dr. Morris’s who helps him fake his disappearance, only to wind up dead in a plane crash
Suspects:
Charles Morris, Janet’s husband, who wants to marry his nurse and doesn’t care what he has to do to achieve that outcome
Gladys Strome, Morris’s mistress and nurse, who isn’t sympathetic when the wife makes it clear she has no intention of disappearing
Angela Kirby, David’s wife, the owner of a drive-in who’s frustrated as he constantly steals from her and neglects their business
Philip Connors Reese, the manager of the airport where Morris keeps his plane, who has a photographic memory
The Setup
A man exits an apartment, look around furtively every direction. Two police officers shadow him in to the courtyard and apprehend him, with a woman in a mink coat identifying him as a thief. The man, Dave Kirby, tells the woman, Mrs. Janet Morris, that he wouldn’t steal from her husband and the two men are friends. The police officers search him, finding a flask full of booze and fat packet of cash, as well as the apartment key. They bring him in.
Later, in the police station, Lt. Brewer reports Kirby was carrying over $92,000. However, a Sergeant enters and says Doctor Morris has arrived and confirms he did send Kirby to fetch the cash. Lt. Brewer is suspicious because Mrs. Morris didn’t know about the apartment, and says he’ll be reporting Morris’s stash to the Treasury Department. Janet and Morris have a tense encounter, where he accuses her of spying on him, and she insists she doesn’t want a divorce and didn’t know Kirby was his friend.
In Perry Mason’s office the next morning, Janet tells the lawyer about the situation, adding that she understands why Dr. Morris is straying. The mistress is his nurse, Gladys Strome. She doesn’t want a divorce, but she doesn’t want Perry to defend her husband if the Treasury Department pursues legal action for his unreported income. As she points out, the community property laws dictate the money is half hers, meaning she also has a legal stake in it. Perry agrees to do so. After Janet leaves, Della says the woman is hard to read: Is she more worried about her husband or the money?
At Dr. Morris’s office, he snogs Gladys Strome and complains to her about what happened during the night. Lt. Brewer has already put the Treasury Department on the doctor’s scent. Gladys asks what the doctor intends to do, and he makes a vague allusion to choosing a direction. He gets on the phone and call Kirby’s Drive-In in Loganville, where he sent David Kirby on a bus the night before. Kirby answers and tells the Doc he’d be happy return to Los Angeles.
Kirby takes a swing from his flask and opens a safe in the office of the drive-in, taking out some money from a lockbox. His wife, Angela, angrily takes the money from him, despite Kirby’s protestations that he needs bus fare to help Doc Morris. Mrs. Kirby thinks the doctor is a bad influence. She demands he stay and help at the drive-in. After she leaves, he takes out another lockbox for sales tax money and breaks the lock with a hammer.
In Dr. Morris’s office, he’s holding a packed suitcase and saying goodbye to Gladys. Janet walks in and introduces herself to Gladys as Mrs. Morris. Kirby wisely makes himself scarce. Janet lights up a cigarette and coolly regards Gladys. She asks Gladys for a favor: To break up with Dr. Morris. Gladys points out that Janet, who hasn’t been involved in the Doc’s life, isn’t in a position to ask for that. She in turn asks Janet to divorce Morris, but Janet refuses and leaves.
The Murder
In the airfield on Friday morning, manager Mr. Reese greets Doc Morris, who’s loading his small plane. As Mr. Reese walks off, he notices Janet walking up and stops to watch. The doc asks Janet what she’s doing there, and Janet hold out a thermos of coffee. She also tells him that, after speaking to Gladys, she’s changed her mind and will give him a divorce. He’s still suspicious of her motives and gives her the brush-off. As he walks away, Janet puts the thermos into the plane, which Mr. Reese sees. Shortly after, the small plane wobbles low in the sky and crashes in a fiery wreck.
Sometime later, Lt. Tragg arrives at the airport at the request of Mr. Reese. According to Reese, the authorities are investigating Doc Morris’s plane crash, but he’s not so sure it was an accident. Seconds before the crash, Dr. Morris spoke to a radio operator, who said his last words were about how he was sleepy. The authorities picked up personal items from the crash, and Reese hands Lt. Tragg the burnt thermos, saying he suspects that Dr. Morris was drugged and that Mrs. Morris put the thermos in the plane.
Later, in Dr. Morris’s office, Tragg questions Janet about her husband’s alleged accident. He asks her if she knows what morphine sulfate is, and she does. According to Tragg, while the body was almost completely destroyed, they found morphine sulfate in his stomach. He also notes that Janet was seen putting the thermos in the plane. He tells her to call a lawyer if she knows one. She picks up the phone and asks the operator for Perry Mason’s office number. Without missing a beat, Tragg tells her, “It’s Madison 5-1190.”
The Investigation
In Burger’s office, Janet admits to Perry that she lied to the DA about how well she and her husband were getting along. She’d agreed to give him a divorce at the airfield, but no one heard the conversation. Tragg enters and says he has to book Janet. Perry comforts her, telling her they’ll get to the bottom of it. After she goes, Tragg tells Mason they have a motive: Not only is Janet the heir to the doctor’s large estate, he also left her $125,000 in insurance. Back in Perry’s office, Paul reveals that isn’t quite accurate: The doctor also left $50,000 to Gladys, who’s not only the sole supporter of her mother and brother, but also mysteriously away on vacation.
Perry notes that the $92,000 Kirby retrieved hasn’t been found, and it wasn’t likely to have all burned up. He asks for the address to Kirby’s Drive-In in Loganville, and heads out to visit. At the drive-in, he meets the very caustic Mrs. Kirby, who’s very concerned with pinching pennies. He asks where Kirby might be, and she says he’s likely on a bender, as he stole $154 from the locked box and she hasn’t seen him in a week. Perry says Kirby saw a lot of Doc Morris before the crash and might know something. She’s upset at his implication and sends him packing.
In the DA’s office, Lt. Tragg welcomes in Mrs. Kirby. She tried to report her husband missing, and Burger asks if she knows where the $92,000 went. He insinuates that Kirby could have killed to keep the money. Mrs. Kirby stands up and furiously defends her husband’s character, saying he was a pilot in the war. After she storms out, Burger notes that Kirby was a flier. He tells Tragg to go to the site of the plane crash and search the area.In Chadley, Paul’s already on the scene with his own men. Paul finds the broken mouth of a flask. One of his men finds a small, platinum medallion with a Leo on it. It has Dave Kirby’s name on it.
The operative asks what put Mason on to the identity of the victim, and Paul says Perry was suspicious that Gladys didn’t rush home from her “vacation” when she got word of his “death.” Tragg arrives and confiscates the medallion, noting that just because Janet got Kirby by mistake, it doesn’t change their case at all. Later, in Loganville, Lt. Tragg interrupts Mrs. Kirby at the grill. She apologizes for losing her temper with Burger. Tragg solemnly hands her the medallion, and she asks where he got it. When he tells her Kirby was the actual victim of the plane crash, she breaks down in tears.
The Trial
Burger gives his opening statement, claiming that Janet killed Kirby in an attempt to kill her own husband, as she was sole legatee of his estate. His first witness is Mr. Reese. He asks when Doc Morris’s plane took off, and Mr. Reese gives precise timestamps and descriptions of the people on the field. He also recounts Janet arriving at the airfield, gives the description, make, model, and license number of her car and even gives the license number of the car she parked next to. He also describes seeing Janet put the bottle of coffee in the plane’s cabin.
On cross, Mason asks Reese how he’s able to give such a detailed and precise account of the day, and Reese says he has a photographic memory. Mason asks Reese to demonstrate by describing Burger without looking at him. Reese gives an exact description of Burger’s suit, down to the loose button on his sleeve, which even the man himself hadn’t noticed. Given his powers of observation, Mason asks how Reese missed the substitution of Kirby for Doc Morris, and Reese says it’s because he was called away from the airfield. Mason points out that Reese didn’t see everything and had no idea what was in the bottle.
The judge calls for an adjournment, and Paul enters the courtroom to tell Perry he still can’t track down either the doctor or Gladys. Perry notes that the doctor wanted to disappear, but couldn’t be sure Kirby wouldn’t blab -- which gives him a motive to silence Kirby. He also notes that Gladys’s mother and brother have to know something, as Gladys financially supported them. Next we see him and Della in their apartment. Both the Stromes are eating heartily, and Mrs. Strome deflects questions about Gladys.
Perry says it’d be worth $100 to locate Gladys. When Mrs. Strome goes into the kitchen, brother Arthur quickly takes the bait, telling Perry that Gladys and the doctor are in Boca de Oro, Mexico, living under the name Hennessey. Gladys sends them money regularly. Perry flies to Mexico during the adjournment and finds Gladys and Doc Morris living together. Morris is convinced Janet tried to kill him, but Perry points out that he’s alive and asks about the substitution. The doctor says they’d planned for Kirby to lay a trail to Salt Lake City, and Kirby himself wouldn’t know where the doc was, so he couldn’t give him up.
Perry points out that Doc Morris is still legally married to Janet. The doctor says he got a divorce in Mexico and is now married to Gladys, and he doesn’t care that it isn’t legal in California. Perry tries to convince either of them to come back to California and testify, and they initially refuse until the doctor agrees to fly out the next day -- only once Perry leaves, he says he never specified they’d fly to California. Back in court, Perry notes he’s not convinced they’ll return. Burger asks Tragg when Janet bought the bottle -- the day before the murder.
On cross, Perry asks Tragg about the confusion over the body. Tragg says it was burned beyond recognition, and it had a coat belonging to Dr. Morris. They established the identity of Kirby with his medallion. Mason asks why he didn’t then speak to the doctor, and reveals their location in Mexico. Tragg smugly says the police found them too, and Dr. Morris and Gladys are escorted into the courtroom. Burger tries to call Morris to testify, but Mason objects, saying that in California the doctor is still legally married to Janet and can’t testify against her.
Instead, Burger calls Gladys to the stand. She testifies about Doc Morris’s unhappy marriage and Janet’s refusal to give him a divorce. On cross, Mason needles Janet by refusing to call her Mrs. Morris. He asks her about Kirby’s relationship with the doctor, and Gladys says Morris treated Kirby with a sedative when he was drunk. Perry asks if it was morphine sulfate, and Gladys waffles on the answer. With all the information he’s been given, however unwillingly, by all of the witnesses, Perry is able to figure out who else would have the means and motive to drug David Kirby...
In Summation
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: One of my favorite mystery tropes is the not-mistaken identity — where the investigator’s initial assumption is that the alleged murderer killed the victim by mistake, only for it to be revealed the real murderer knew exactly who they were killing. In this case, I don’t think Perry is fooled for a moment, as he’s the first one to figure out Kirby is the victim rather than Doc Morris.
Credit to Burger, though — he’s not far behind. He figures it out after his conversation with Mrs. Kirby, where she mentions that he was a pilot. Tragg and Burger both put in good showings this week, as they manage to track down and detain Doc Morris and Gladys despite them being in a foreign country (though I’m sure both of them were more eager to help the prosecution than the defense in this case). We also see Tragg having to inform Mrs. Kirby of her husband’s death, surely not his favorite duty as a police officer.
Janet is a bit of a confusing protagonist. Della notes in her first scene with Perry that she can’t figure out if their client cares about her husband or his money, and I can’t help but agree. Normally in one of these episodes, such a contentious marriage would be explicitly the fault of the abusive husband, as it has been in the past. Here, however, even Janet seems to allude to there being some validity to Doc Morris’s dislike and mistrust of her, telling Gladys she wants to make up for past mistakes.
That’s not to say I’m wholly sympathetic to the Doc and Gladys here. Whatever can be said about their discontent with Janet, they apparently planned to leave her high and dry -- or, I assume so, since they didn’t plan for the plane crash and didn’t intend to fake the Doc’s death outright. I really don’t see why Doc Morris, who apparently has plenty of money, couldn’t sue for a divorce on his own. Gladys could fight it, and he’d probably have to pay her alimony, but I still say that would be simpler than what they ended up doing.
Leaving these characters aside, probably the most interesting (or at least the loudest) side character in the story is Angela Kirby. It’s always amusing to watch Perry, Burger, and Tragg go up against someone so unwilling to cut them any slack. While her primary characteristic is that she’s cheap -- even telling her fry cook to put three half-slices of pickles on her burgers instead of three slices -- but her more obvious one is how she can drown out anyone in the room, including her own husband (not that that’s difficult).
Though, if Mrs. Kirby is fun to watch, Reese is only slightly less so. He uses his photographic memory to provide the most precise testimony of the entire series, even noticing details that other people present in the scene do not. By the way, I didn’t realize until researching for this episode that apparently the recall that those with photographic memories have is not infinite -- they allegedly only have perfect recall for a short time. Also, even Perry notes in this episode that his abilities have their limitations.
Actually, when you think about it, everyone would have “won” in this case if not for Reese’s inquiry. Janet would have gotten her husband’s estate, the Doc and Janet would have gotten away clean, and Kirby’s murderer would almost certainly never have been discovered. I would applaud him for that if he hadn’t been the one to erroneously accuse Janet, all because he saw her put a thermos in the plane.
This scene also contains one of my favorite Tragg moments this season. When he’s detaining Janet, he tells her that she should call a lawyer if she knows one. She does, in fact, know one, and Tragg turns away to give her privacy to make her call -- until he hears her ask the operator for Perry Mason’s number. He provides the number without hesitation. They’d previously used “Madison 5-1190″ as the number for headquarters, but this is the episode where they canonized it as Perry Mason’s office number.
The Verdict
Judgement: ⚖⚖⚖⚖ (four scales out of four)
One of the best fake-out cases in the series, it follows the changing fortunes of a discontented married couple. The supposed murder victim turning up alive is just one of the twists, and the final confession is one of the series’ most dramatic.
#perry mason#masonry monday#raymond burr#della street#paramount plus#s01e22#paul drake#the case of the fugitive nurse#hamilton burger
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Trugoy the Dove. Dave. Plug Two.
“You consider 'em king, about to icing on cakes
Chariots cruise at tortoise speeds
Lay your bifocals on royalty
Longer than Sears catalogue
Stern like matadors and fattable actual LPs
Mirror the crimson tide
The color of the Rubics
Them duplex fuse got your nose up
But cozy up to this warmth though
That long term froze is up
The jone is up
I get swallowed by the barracuda
Androids read raps off iPhones
I choke the blood out of felt tips
Heavy weights up to the front if the belt fits
The wealth is like ivory toothpicks
One out of each tusk
And must gets bust for each and every hiccup
Salute life when dawn breaks
Foreign colors foreign mink lapel's on these royalty capes
I repeat, salute life when dawn breaks
Foreign colors foreign mink lapel's on these royalty capes
Royalty”
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Stella Mccartney Hosts Legendary L.A Party to Honour Adidas Collaboration and Present Its Spring / Summer 23 Collection
According to Adidas
Stella McCartney hosted a legendary party in L.A in celebration of her 18 year partnership with adidas and to present its new Spring/Summer 23 collection. Kicking off the biggest weekend in music, the unique collaboration took over LA’s famous Henson Recording Studios for an iconic evening that brought together music and fashion.
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A collaboration that has always pushed the limits, from innovation and sport style to working with pioneers across fashion, music and art, the party celebrated a partnership that continues to champion individual expression and inspires the new wave of trailblazers. Together, adidas and Stella McCartney are relentlessly committed to finding new ways to create and support a better future through the fusion of recycled materials and key performance technologies.
The key collections showcased at the party include:
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Gloria Grahame and Glenn Ford in The Big Heat (Fritz Lang, 1953)
Cast: Glenn Ford, Gloria Grahame, Jocelyn Brando, Alexander Scourby, Lee Marvin, Jeanette Nolan, Adam Williams, Peter Whitney, Willis Bouchey, Howard Wendell, Chris Alcaide, Dorothy Green, Dan Seymour, Edith Evanson. Screenplay: Sydney Boehm, based on a novel by William P. McGivern. Cinematography: Charles Lang. Art direction: Robert Peterson. Film editing: Charles Nelson. Music: Henry Vars.
So many of the roles in Glenn Ford's career established him as a figure of middle-American blandness that it comes as a surprise to see the cold-eyed intensity of which he was capable in the role of the vengeful Dave Bannion in The Big Heat. He's still the good guy, fighting crime bosses and corrupt cops, but with the film noir twist that he's willing to resort to some pretty bad means to achieve his ends. He's also a solid foil for Gloria Grahame at her sultriest and a tough foe for Lee Marvin at his thuggiest. We get a glimpse of the more familiar Ford in the scenes with Bannion and his wife and daughter that verge a bit on stickiness, though the more to emphasize Bannion's quest for vengeance after his wife is killed and his daughter threatened by Alexander Scourby's suave mobster, Mike Lagana. (Is it just my prurient imagination, or does the scene in which Lagana is wakened for a phone call by George (Chris Alcaide), his bodyguard, wearing a bathrobe, suggest that George may be doing more to Lagana's body than just guarding it?) The Big Heat is a classic, one of the highlights of Fritz Lang's American career, and it still has the power not only to startle and shock but also to amuse, thanks to a solid screenplay -- Grahame in particular is given some delicious lines to speak, including Debby's classic riposte to Bertha Duncan (Jeanette Nolan), "We're sisters under the mink."
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It Can't Happen Here, Sinclair Lewis
Chapter 27-28
CHAPTER XXVII
MARY GREENHILL, revenging the murdered Fowler, was the only one of the conspirators who seemed moved more by homicidal hate than by a certain incredulous feeling that it was all a good but slightly absurd game. But to her, hate and the determination to kill were tonic. She soared up from the shadowed pit of grief, and her eyes lighted, her voice had a trembling gayety. She threw away her weeds and came out in defiant colors—oh, they had to economize, these days, to put every available penny into the missionary fund of the New Underground, but Mary had become so fire-drawn that she could wear Sissy's giddiest old frocks.
She had more daring than Julian, or even Buck—indeed led Buck into his riskiest expeditions.
In mid-afternoon, Buck and Mary, looking very matrimonial, domestically accompanied by David and the rather doubtful Foolish, ambled through the center of Burlington, where none of them were known—though a number of dogs, city slickers and probably con-dogs, insisted to the rustic and embarrassed Foolish that they had met him somewhere.
It was Buck who muttered "Right!" from time to time, when they were free from being observed, but it was Mary who calmly, a yard or two from M.M.'s or policemen, distributed crumpled-up copies of:
A Little Sunday-school Life of
JOHN SULLIVAN REEK
Second-class Political Crook, &
Certain Entertaining Pictures of
Col. Dewey Haik, Torturer.
These crumpled pamphlets she took from a specially made inside pocket of her mink coat; one reaching from shoulder to waist. It had been recommended by John Pollikop, whose helpful lady had aforetime used just such a pocket for illicit booze. The crumpling had been done carefully. Seen from two yards away, the pamphlets looked like any waste paper, but each was systematically so wadded up that the words, printed in bold red type, "Haik himself kicked an old man to death" caught the eye. And, lying in corner trash baskets, in innocent toy wagons before hardware stores, among oranges in a fruit store where they had gone to buy David a bar of chocolate, they caught some hundreds of eyes in Burlington that day.
On their way home, with David sitting in front beside Buck and Mary in the back, she cried, "That will stir 'em up! But oh, when Daddy has finished his booklet on Swan—God!"
David peeped back at her. She sat with eyes closed, with hands clenched.
He whispered to Buck, "I wish Mother wouldn't get so excited."
"She's the finest woman living, Dave."
"I know it, but—She scares me so!"
One scheme Mary devised and carried out by herself. From the magazine counter in Tyson's drugstore, she stole a dozen copies of the Readers' Digest and a dozen larger magazines. When she returned them, they looked untouched, but each of the larger magazines contained a leaflet, "Get Ready to Join Walt Trowbridge," and each Digest had become the cover for a pamphlet: "Lies of the Corpo Press."
To serve as center of their plot, to be able to answer the telephone and receive fugitives and put off suspicious snoopers twenty-four hours a day, when Buck and the rest might be gone, Lorinda chucked her small remaining interest in the Beulah Valley Tavern and became Buck's housekeeper, living in the place. There was scandal. But in a day when it was increasingly hard to get enough bread and meat, the town folk had little time to suck scandal like lollipops, and anyway, who could much suspect this nagging uplifter who so obviously preferred tuberculin tests to toying with Corydon in the glade? And as Doremus was always about, as sometimes he stayed overnight, for the first time these timid lovers had space for passion.
It had never been their loyalty to the good Emma—since she was too contented to be pitied, too sure of her necessary position in life to be jealous—so much as hatred of a shabby hole-and-corner intrigue which had made their love cautious and grudging. Neither of them was so simple as to suppose that, even with quite decent people, love is always as monogamic as bread and butter, yet neither of them liked sneaking.
Her room at Buck's, large and square and light, with old landscape paper showing an endlessness of little mandarins daintily stepping out of sedan chairs beside pools laced with willows, with a four-poster, a colonial highboy, and a crazy-colored rag carpet, became in two days, so fast did one live now in time of revolution, the best-loved home Doremus had ever known. As eagerly as a young bridegroom he popped into and out of her room, and he was not overly particular about the state of her toilet. And Buck knew all about it and just laughed.
Released now, Doremus saw her as physically more alluring. With parochial superiority, he had noted, during vacations on Cape Cod, how often the fluffy women of fashion when they stripped to bathing suits were skinny, to him unwomanly, with thin shoulder blades and with backbones as apparent as though they were chains fastened down their backs. They seemed passionate to him and a little devilish, with their thin restless legs and avid lips, but he chuckled as he considered that the Lorinda whose prim gray suits and blouses seemed so much more virginal than the gay, flaunting summer cottons of the Bright Young Things was softer of skin to the touch, much richer in the curve from shoulder to breast.
He rejoiced to know that she was always there in the house, that he could interrupt the high seriousness of a tract on bond issues to dash out to the kitchen and brazenly let his arm slide round her waist.
She, the theoretically independent feminist, became flatteringly demanding about every attention. Why hadn't he brought her some candy from town? Would he mind awfully calling up Julian for her? Why hadn't he remembered to bring her the book he had promised— well, would have promised if she had only remembered to ask him for it? He trotted on her errands, idiotically happy. Long ago Emma had reached the limit of her imagination in regard to demands. He was discovering that in love it is really more blessed to give than to receive, a proverb about which, as an employer and as a steady fellow whom forgotten classmates regularly tried to touch for loans, he had been very suspicious.
He lay beside her, in the wide four-poster, at dawn, March dawn with the elm branches outside the window ugly and writhing in the wind, but with the last coals still snapping in the fireplace, and he was utterly content. He glanced at Lorinda, who had on her sleeping face a frown that made her look not older but schoolgirlish, a schoolgirl who was frowning comically over some small woe, and who defiantly clutched her old-fashioned lace-bordered pillow. He laughed. They were going to be so adventurous together! This little printing of pamphlets was only the beginning of their revolutionary activities. They would penetrate into press circles in Washington and get secret information (he was drowsily vague about what information they were going to get and how they would ever get it) which would explode the Corpo state. And with the revolution over, they would go to Bermuda, to Martinique—lovers on purple peaks, by a purple sea—everything purple and grand. Or (and he sighed and became heroic as he exquisitely stretched and yawned in the wide warm bed) if they were defeated, if they were arrested and condemned by the M.M.'s, they would die together, sneering at the firing-squad, refusing to have their eyes bandaged, and their fame, like that of Servetus and Matteotti and Professor Ferrer and the Haymarket martyrs, would roll on forever, acclaimed by children waving little flags—
"Gimme a cigarette, darling!"
Lorinda was regarding him with a beady and skeptical eye.
"You oughtn't to smoke so much!"
"You oughtn't to boss so much! Oh, my darling!" She sat up, kissed his eyes and temples, and sturdily climbed out of bed, seeking her own cigarette.
"Doremus! It's been marvelous to have this companionship with you. But—" She looked a little timid, sitting cross-legged on the rattan-topped stool before the old mahogany dressing table—no silver or lace or crystal was there, but only plain wooden hairbrush and scant luxury of small drugstore bottles. "But darling, this cause—oh, curse that word 'cause'—can't I ever get free of it?—but anyway, this New Underground business seems to me so important, and I know you feel that way too, but I've noticed that since we've settled down together, two awful sentimentalists, you aren't so excited about writing your nice venomous attacks, and I'm getting more cautious about going out distributing tracts. I have a foolish idea I have to save my life, for your sake. And I ought to be only thinking about saving my life for the revolution. Don't you feel that way? Don't you? Don't you?"
Doremus swung his legs out of bed, also lighted an unhygienic cigarette, and said grumpily, "Oh, I suppose so! But—tracts! Your attitude is simply a hold-over of your religious training. That you have a DUTY toward the dull human race—which probably enjoys being bullied by Windrip and getting bread and circuses— except for the bread!"
"Of course it's religious, a revolutionary loyalty! Why not? It's one of the few real religious feelings. A rational, unsentimental Stalin is still kind of a priest. No wonder most preachers hate the Reds and preach against 'em! They're jealous of their religious power. But—Oh, we can't unfold the world, this morning, even over breakfast coffee, Doremus! When Mr. Dimick came back here yesterday, he ordered me to Beecher Falls—you know, on the Canadian border—to take charge of the N.U. cell there—ostensibly to open up a tea room for this summer. So, hang it, I've got to leave you, and leave Buck and Sis, and go. Hang it!"
"Linda!"
She would not look at him. She made much, too much, of grinding out her cigarette.
"Linda!"
"Yes?"
"You suggested this to Dimick! He never gave any orders till you suggested it!"
"Well—"
"Linda! Linda! Do you want to get away from me so much? You—my life!"
She came slowly to the bed, slowly sat down beside him. "Yes. Get away from you and get away from myself. The world's in chains, and I can't be free to love till I help tear them off."
"It will never be out of chains!"
"Then I shall never be free to love! Oh, if we could only have run away together for one sweet year, when I was eighteen! Then I would have lived two whole lives. Well, nobody seems to be very lucky at turning the clock back—almost twenty-five years back, too. I'm afraid Now is a fact you can't dodge. And I've been getting so—just this last two weeks, with April coming in—that I can't think of anything but you. Kiss me. I'm going. Today."
CHAPTER XXVIII
AS usually happens in secret service, no one detail that Sissy ferreted out of Shad Ledue was drastically important to the N.U., but, like necessary bits of a picture puzzle, when added to other details picked up by Doremus and Buck and Mary and Father Perefixe, that trained extractor of confessions, they showed up the rather simple schemes of this gang of Corpo racketeers who were so touchingly accepted by the People as patriotic shepherds.
Sissy lounged with Julian on the porch, on a deceptively mild April day.
"Golly, like to take you off camping, couple months from now, Sis. Just the two of us. Canoe and sleep in a pup tent. Oh, Sis, do you HAVE to have supper with Ledue and Staubmeyer tonight? I hate it. God, how I hate it! I warn you, I'll kill Shad! I mean it!"
"Yes, I do have to, dear. I think I've got Shad crazy enough about me so that tonight, when he chases good old Emil, and whatever foul female Emil may bring, out of the place, I'll get him to tell me something about who they're planning to pinch next. I'm not scared of Shad, my Julian of jewelians."
He did not smile. He said, with a gravity that had been unknown to the lively college youth, "Do you realize, with your kidding yourself about being able to handle Comrade Shad so well, that he's husky as a gorilla and just about as primitive? One of these nights—God! think of it! maybe tonight!—he'll go right off the deep end and grab you and—bing!"
She was as grave. "Julian, just what do you think could happen to me? The worst that could happen would be that I'd get raped."
"Good Lord—"
"Do you honestly suppose that since the New Civilization began, say in 1914, anyone believes that kind of thing is more serious than busting an ankle? 'A fate worse than death'! What nasty old side-whiskered deacon ever invented that phrase? And how he must have rolled it on his chapped old lips! I can think of plenty worse fates—say, years of running an elevator. No—wait! I'm not really flippant. I haven't any desire, beyond maybe a slight curiosity, to be raped—at least, not by Shad; he's a little too strong on the Bodily Odor when he gets excited. (Oh God, darling, what a nasty swine that man is! I hate him fifty times as much as you do. Ugh!) But I'd be willing to have even that happen if I could save one decent person from his bloody blackjack. I'm not the playgirl of Pleasant Hill any more; I'm a frightened woman from Mount Terror!"
It seemed, the whole thing, rather unreal to Sissy; a burlesqued version of the old melodramas in which the City Villain tries to ruin Our Nell, apropos of a bottle of Champagne Wine. Shad, even in a belted tweed jacket, a kaleidoscopic Scotch sweater (from Minnesota), and white linen plus-fours, hadn't the absent-minded seductiveness that becomes a City Slicker.
Ensign Emil Staubmeyer had showed up at Shad's new private suite at the Star Hotel with a grass widow who betrayed her gold teeth and who had tried to repair the erosions in the fair field of her neck with overmuch topsoil of brick-tinted powder. She was pretty dreadful. She was harder to tolerate than the rumbling Shad—a man for whom the chaplain might even have been a little sorry, after he was safely hanged. The synthetic widow was always nudging herself at Emil and when, rather wearily, he obliged by poking her shoulder, she giggled, "Now you SSSSTOP!"
Shad's suite was clean, and had some air. Beyond that there was nothing much to say. The "parlor" was firmly furnished in oak chairs and settee with leather upholstery, and four pictures of marquises not doing anything interesting. The freshness of the linen spread on the brass bedstead in the other room fascinated Sissy uncomfortably.
Shad served them rye highballs with ginger ale from a quart bottle that had first been opened at least a day ago, sandwiches with chicken and ham that tasted of niter, and ice cream with six colors but only two flavors—both strawberry. Then he waited, not too patiently, looking as much like General Göring as possible, for Emil and his woman to get the devil out of here, and for Sissy to acknowledge his virile charms. He only grunted at Emil's pedagogic little jokes, and the man of culture abruptly got up and removed his lady, whinnying in farewell, "Now, Captain, don't you and your girl-friend do anything Papa wouldn't do!"
"Come on now, baby—come over here and give us a kiss," Shad roared, as he flopped into the corner of the leather settee.
"Now I don't know whether I will or not!" It nauseated her a good deal, but she made herself as pertly provocative as she could. She minced to the settee, and sat just far enough from his hulking side for him to reach over and draw her toward him. She observed him cynically, recalling her experience with most of the Boys... though not with Julian... well, not so much with Julian. They always, all of them, went through the same procedure, heavily pretending that there was no system in their manual proposals; and to a girl of spirit, the chief diversion in the whole business was watching their smirking pride in their technique. The only variation, ever, was whether they started in at the top or the bottom.
Yes. She thought so. Shad, not being so delicately fanciful as, say, Malcolm Tasbrough, started with an apparently careless hand on her knee.
She shivered. His sinewy paw was to her like the slime and writhing of an eel. She moved away with a maidenly alarm which mocked the rôle of Mata Hari she had felt herself to be gracing.
"Like me?" he demanded.
"Oh—well—sort of."
"Oh, shucks! You think I'm still just a hired man! Even though I am a County Commissioner now! and a Battalion-Leader! and prob'ly pretty soon I'll be a Commander!" He spoke the sacred names with awe. It was the twentieth time he had made the same plaint to her in the same words. "And you still think I ain't good for anything except lugging in kindling!"
"Oh, Shad dear! Why, I always think of you as being just about my oldest playmate! The way I used to tag after you and ask you could I run the lawnmower! My! I always remember that!"
"Do you, honest?" He yearned at her like a lumpish farm dog.
"Of course! And honest, it makes me tired, your acting as if you were ashamed of having worked for us! Why, don't you know that, when he was a boy, Daddy used to work as a farm hand, and split wood and tend lawn for the neighbors and all that, and he was awful glad to get the money?" She reflected that this thumping and entirely impromptu lie was beautiful.... That it happened not to be a lie, she did not know.
"That a fact? Well! Honest? Well! So the old man used to hustle the rake too! Never knew that! You know, he ain't such a bad old coot—just awful stubborn."
"You do like him, DON'T you, Shad! Nobody knows how sweet he is—I mean, in these sort of complicated days, we've got to protect him against people that might not understand him, against outsiders, don't you think so, Shad? You will protect him!"
"Well, I'll do what I can," said the Battalion-Leader with such fat complacency that Sissy almost slapped him. "That is, as long as he behaves himself, baby, and don't get mixed up with any of these Red rebels... and as long as you feel like being nice to a fella!" He pulled her toward him as though he were hauling a bag of grain out of a wagon.
"Oh! Shad! You frighten me! Oh, you must be gentle! A big, strong man like you can afford to be gentle. It's only the sissies that have to get rough. And you're so strong!"
"Well, I guess I can still feed myself! Say, talking about sissies, what do you see in a light-waisted mollycoddle like Julian? You don't really like him, do you?"
"Oh, you know how it is," she said, trying without too much obviousness to ease her head away from his shoulder. "We've always been playmates, since we were kids."
"Well, you just said I was, too!"
"Yes, that's so."
Now in her effort to give all the famous pleasures of seduction without taking any of the risk, the amateur secret-service operative, Sissy, had a slightly confused aim. She was going to get from Shad information valuable to the N.U. Rapidly rehearsing it in her imagination, the while she was supposed to be weakened by the charm of leaning against Shad's meaty shoulder, she heard herself teasing him into giving her the name of some citizen whom the M.M.'s were about to arrest, slickly freeing herself from him, dashing out to find Julian—oh, hang it, why hadn't she made an engagement with Julian for that night?—well, he'd either be at home or out driving Dr. Olmsted—Julian's melodramatically dashing to the home of the destined victim and starting him for the Canadian border before dawn.... And it might be a good idea for the refugee to tack on his door a note dated two days ago, saying that he was off on a trip, so that Shad would never suspect her.... All this in a second of hectic story-telling, neatly illustrated in color by her fancy, while she pretended that she had to blow her nose and thus had an excuse to sit straight. Edging another inch or two away, she purred, "But of course it isn't just physical strength, Shad. You have so much power politically. My! I imagine you could send almost anybody in Fort Beulah off to concentration camp, if you wanted to."
"Well, I could put a few of 'em away, if they got funny!"
"I'll bet you could—and will, too! Who you going to arrest next, Shad?"
"Huh?"
"Oh come on! Don't be so tightwad with all your secrets!"
"What are you trying to do, baby? Pump me?"
"Why no, of course not, I just—"
"Sure! You'd like to get the poor old fathead going, and find out everything he knows—and that's plenty, you can bet your sweet life on that! Nothing doing, baby."
"Shad, I'd just—I'd just love to see an M.M. squad arresting somebody once. It must be dreadfully exciting!"
"Oh, it's exciting enough, all right, all right! When the poor chumps try to resist, and you throw their radio out of the window! Or when the fellow's wife gets fresh and shoots off her mouth too much, and so you just teach her a little lesson by letting her look on while you trip him up on the floor and beat him up—maybe that sounds a little rough, but you see, in the long run it's the best thing you can do for these beggars, because it teaches 'em to not get ugly."
"But—you won't think I'm horrid and unwomanly, will you?—but I would like to see you hauling out one of those people, just once. Come on, tell a fellow! Who are you going to arrest next?"
"Naughty, naughty! Mustn't try to kid papa! No, the womanly thing for you to do is a little love-making! Aw come on, let's have some fun, baby! You know you're crazy about me!" Now he really seized her, his hand across her breasts. She struggled, thoroughly frightened, no longer cynical and sophisticated. She shrieked, "Oh don't—don't!" She wept, real tears, more from anger than from modesty. He loosened his grip a little, and she had the inspiration to sob, "Oh, Shad, if you really want me to love you, you must give me time! You wouldn't want me to be a hussy that you could do anything you wanted to with—you, in your position? Oh, no, Shad, you couldn't do that!"
"Well, maybe," said he, with the smugness of a carp.
She had sprung up, dabbling at her eyes—and through the doorway, in the bedroom, on a flat-topped desk, she saw a bunch of two or three Yale keys. Keys to his office, to secret cupboards and drawers with Corpo plans! Undoubtedly! Her imagination in one second pictured her making a rubbing of the keys, getting John Pollikop, that omnifarious mechanic, to file substitute keys, herself and Julian somehow or other sneaking into Corpo headquarters at night, perilously creeping past the guards, rifling Shad's every dread file—
She stammered, "Do you mind if I go in and wash my face? All teary—so silly! You don't happen to have any face powder in your bathroom?"
"Say, what d'you think I am? A hick, or a monk, maybe? You bet your life I've got some face powder—right in the medicine cabinet— two kinds—how's that for service? Ladies taken care of by the day or hour!"
It hurt, but she managed something like a giggle before she went in and shut the bedroom door, and locked it.
She tore across to the keys. She snatched up a pad of yellow scratch-paper and a pencil, and tried to make a rubbing of a key as once she had made rubbings of coins, for use in the small grocery shop of C. JESSUp & J. falck groSHERS.
The pencil blur showed only the general outline of the key; the tiny notches which were the trick would not come clear. In panic, she experimented with a sheet of carbon paper, then toilet paper, dry and wet. She could not get a mold. She pressed the key into a prop hotel candle in a china stick by Shad's bed. The candle was too hard. So was the bathroom soap. And Shad was now trying the knob of the door, remarking "Damn!" then bellowing, "Whayuh doin' in there? Gone to sleep?"
"Be right out!" She replaced the keys, threw the yellow paper and the carbon paper out of the window, replaced the candle and soap, slapped her face with a dry towel, dashed on powder as though she were working against time at plastering a wall, and sauntered back into the parlor. Shad looked hopeful. In panic she saw that now, before he comfortably sat down to it and became passionate again, was her one time to escape. She snatched up hat and coat, said wistfully, "Another night, Shad—you must let me go now, dear!" and fled before he could open his red muzzle.
Round the corner in the hotel corridor she found Julian.
He was standing taut, trying to look like a watchdog, his right hand in his coat pocket as though it was holding a revolver.
She hurled herself against his bosom and howled.
"Good God! What did he do to you? I'll go in and kill him!"
"Oh, I didn't get seduced. It isn't things like that that I'm bawling about! It's because I'm such a simply terribly awful spy!"
But one thing came out of it.
Her courage nerved Julian to something he had longed for and feared: to join the M.M.'s, put on uniform, "work from within," and supply Doremus with information.
"I can get Leo Quinn—you know?—Dad's a conductor on the railroad?—used to play basketball in high school?—I can get him to drive Dr. Olmsted for me, and generally run errands for the N.U. He's got grit, and he hates the Corpos. But look, Sissy—look, Mr. Jessup—in order to get the M.M.'s to trust me, I've got to pretend to have a fierce bust-up with you and all our friends. Look! Sissy and I will walk up Elm Street tomorrow evening, giving an imitation of estranged lovers. How 'bout it, Sis?"
"Fine!" glowed that incorrigible actress.
She was to be, every evening at eleven, in a birch grove just up Pleasant Hill from the Jessups', where they had played house as children. Because the road curved, the rendezvous could be entered from four or five directions. There he was to hand on to her his reports of M.M. plans.
But when he first crept into the grove at night and she nervously turned her pocket torch on him, she shrieked at seeing him in M.M. uniform, as an inspector. That blue tunic and slanting forage cap which, in the cinema and history books, had meant youth and hope, meant only death now.... She wondered if in 1864 it had not meant death more than moonlight and magnolias to most women. She sprang to him, holding him as if to protect him against his own uniform, and in the peril and uncertainty now of their love, Sissy began to grow up.
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Mark Newman with Roy Blumenfeld (Drummer from The Blues Project) - New NYC and California Area Shows Announced
Singer/songwriter Mark Newman will be back on the west coast appearing LIVE alongside Roy Blumenfeld from the legendary 60’s group, The Blues Project, for two dates later this month; first on Fri. Jan 19 at El Verano Inn located at 705 Laurel Ave in El Verano, California, then on Sat. Jan 20th at The Saloon, 1232 Grant Ave in San Francisco.
You can also catch Mark on the East Coast in NYC on Mon, Jan 15, 2024 @ 7:00PM: The Bitter End, 147 Bleeker St, NYC.
Mark Newman is a well traveled and in demand professional whose musical prowess has taken him around the world several times over; working alongside many soul, blues, and rock greats of our time including John Oates (Hall & Oates), Jim McCarty (The Yardbirds), Willy DeVille (Mink DeVille), Sam The Sham, Bobby Whitlock (Derek and the Dominos) and Sam Moore (Sam & Dave), as part of these bands Mark has shared the stage with stars such as Sting, Elvis Costello, Travis Tritt and Carla Thomas as well. As an opening act, Mark and his original band have played many dates with acts like Delbert McClinton, Les Dudek, The Doobie Brothers, Don Felder of The Eagles, David Bromberg and many others. Mark is currently touring intermittently with The Hitmen as well as with The Blues Project (led by original drummer Roy Blumenfeld) and his own original project internationally.
Originally from New York, The Blues Project are possibly the best unsung American rock band of the sixties.
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TV Guide - August 10 - 16, 1963
William Lawrence Francis Cullen (February 18, 1920 – July 7, 1990) was an American radio and television personality whose career spanned five decades. His biggest claim to fame was as a game show host; over the course of his career, he hosted 23 shows, and earned the nickname “Dean of Game Show Hosts”. Aside from his hosting duties, he appeared as a panelist/celebrity guest on many other game shows, including regular appearances on I’ve Got a Secret and To Tell the Truth. (Wikipedia)
Betsy Palmer (born Patricia Betsy Hrunek November 1, 1926 – May 29, 2015) Actress known as a regular supporting movie and Broadway actress and television guest star, as a panelist on the game show I’ve Got a Secret. (Wikipedia)
Bess Myerson (July 16, 1924 – December 14, 2014) Politician, model and television actress who became famous in 1945 as the first Jewish Miss America. Myerson is the only Jewish woman to win the title.
A few years after hearing her speak at an ADL function, television producer Walt Framer hired Myerson for the 1950s game show The Big Payoff. She was the “Lady in Mink” modeling the grand prize mink coat, and introducing guests and prizes, throughout the 1951 to 1959 network run of the program. Recognized for her wit and hard work, as well as her beauty, in 1954 Myerson was a panelist on the game show The Name’s the Same and from 1958 through 1967 a panelist on I’ve Got a Secret. She regularly substituted for Dave Garroway on the Today Show. She was also a host of the television broadcast of the Miss America pageant from 1954 to 1968 (Wikipedia)
Henry Morgan (born Henry Lerner Van Ost Jr.; March 31, 1915 – May 19, 1994) American humorist. He first became familiar to radio audiences in the 1930s and 1940s as a barbed but often self-deprecating satirist; in the 1950s and later, he was a regular and cantankerous panelist on the game show I’ve Got a Secret as well as other game and talk shows. Morgan was a second cousin of Broadway lyricist and librettist Alan Jay Lerner. (Wikipedia)
Garry Moore (1916 - 1993) Entertainer, game show host and comedian best known for his work in TV.
He hosted The Garry Moore Show, and the game shows I’ve Got a Secret and To Tell the Truth. His Tuesday night variety show provided a break into show business for many performers, including Alan King, Jonathan Winters, Carol Burnett, and Dorothy Loudon. (Wikipedia)
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