As I somehow expected, it was too hot to fix the air conditioner.

They have to get up in the attic, and I guess they have some “safety” rules about “asphyxiation” and “heat death” and snowflakey things like that, so no one can do anything until it cools off. The good news is that the temps dropped a lot today, and the house did not feel like it was sitting atop a lava vent. The bad news is that the price is more than I expected. It has been a very expensive year here at Jasperwood. But I have mental tricks to make me feel better, like pretending I’m paying in retrospect for 20 years of service, or calculating what I did not pay on the range and applying it to this. Why, I’m practically making money on the deal.

I haven’t been to the office in two days, and it’s making me feel unmoored. Damndest thing, that, especially coming from Mr. Work From Home Before It Was Mandated, but it’s the routine, the guardrails, the order, the certain way of doing things. Without it, the day feels blobby and indistinct. Aside from column work, I arranged a new subsite for the 60s Decades Project section: The Juvenile Arsenal of 1966. I found some old Sears catalog pages of boy guns, and it’s quite an array.

The most interesting part are the Secret Agent pages, which have briefcases with guns, guns that turn into phones, and the usual 007 stuff. They have some Bond-branded merch, but they made up their own characters who didn’t have much backstory. All the kids pretended they were Bond anyway. Even if they didn’t get to see the movies.

It automatically fires bullets when you attach the scope? That seems odd. I love the secret exploding "code book" that goes BOOM when a gullible enemy agent picks it up, thinking "vut luck! Ees secret bukk of code of the James Bond," and then ha ha his head comes off. Also the radio is a gun, maybe.

If a kid couldn't see a Bond movie, he certainly could watch UNCLE. Wow, what a gun! It shoots through tanks.

Napoleon Solo - which, by the way, was a fantastic name for a secret agent - had quite the weapon. But by the time you got it all together they'd found your position and shot you dead. Just kidding! You were a pro. No one ever got the bad secret agent.

Note: caps not included.

Aww, come on.

 

 

 

It’s 1949.

This is one of my favorite eras of front-page design. It’s a banquet.

We’ll visit Algona on Thursday.

Three plane crashes in one day. We forget that airliners used to go down a lot more than they do today.


SO. CLOSE

Anyway, to hell with him. He shot and killed this man:

   
  Harris Bruce McInnes.
   

The story:

Patrolman Harris McInnes was shot and killed while pursuing two suspects who had just robbed a Chinese restaurant on Main Street, near Charles Street, in the Charlestown area.

He chased both suspects into an alley where one of them opened fire, fatally wounding him. The two men fled to New York where they remained for one month before trying to steal a car to flee to California.

After stealing the car a traffic officer tried to stop them for a traffic violation on Rockaway Beach Boulevard in Rockaway Beach, New York. The suspects tried to flee but one was killed when the vehicle crashed into a utility pole. The second suspect was arrested and charged in New York with grand larceny and in Massachusetts with murder.

Patrolman McInnes had served with the Boston Police Department for 7-1/2 years. He was survived by his wife and daughter.

 

The mystery of the missing uranium:

Hickenlooper . . .

. . . chaired the Joint Congressional Atomic Energy Committee. In this capacity, Hickenlooper questioned the whereabouts of missing uranium from an AEC laboratory in Illinois and urged the removal of AEC chairman David Lilienthal, who claimed no knowledge of the incident.

Though the AEC committee declined by a 9 to 8 vote to remove Lilienthal, he nevertheless resigned some six months later, having claimed that his career had been ruined by the mystery of the missing uranium.

She's been launched:

   
 

Joyce Elaine MacKenzie Hassing (October 13, 1925 – June 10, 2021) was an American actress who appeared in films and television from 1946 to 1961. She might be best remembered for being the eleventh actress to portray Jane. She played the role opposite Lex Barker's Tarzan in Tarzan and the She-Devil (1953).

Oh, I think she did more than that. The bio notes that "after her acting career ended, MacKenzie was an English teacher."

   

   
 

OR YOU COULD PAY WITH YOUR SOUL

Working the circus route was a grind.

   

Go ahead, do it all in your head. I had an aneurysm.

 

First of all, “Asked by Cedric Adams.” That would be, well, Cedric Adams. Did they know who he was? Second, what did he ask?

Third. . . this Leo Guild?

I say . . . yes. So today is his day.

Finally, a movie.

The ad as it appeared in the paper was probably more appealing. I've seen Armored Car, and do not remember the screaming lady shown in the ad. Unless she's actually laughing at you for being interested in this sort of thing.

State Police was indeed a re-release; came out in 1938.

As for Kill or Be Killed, imagine the theme song for such a movie. Then listen to this.

 

 

   

 
   

That'll do! Enjoy your midweek moments. 

 

 

 

 

 
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